𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍┆ ❝ we will stand tall face it all together at skyfall ❞ Una princesa forjada por el fuego. Un príncipe destinado al Trono de Hierro. Un juramento sellado desde la cuna. Mientras los dragones vuelven a danzar y la guerra consume Poniente, Xenaerys Velaryss y Jacaerys Velaryon descubrirán que algunas profecías no anuncian héroes...anuncian el fin de los reinos. Y toda llama, por brillante que sea, termina en ruina. • HOUSE OF THE DRAGON FANFICTION • hotd serie fanfiction • hotd x fem! oc prohíbo la copia, adaptación o traducción del libro

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. - Article One, Section One, The Dragon Rider's Codex "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, scanning the remaining rows of cadets with the same shrewd gaze of the navy-blue dragon behind him. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Rider's Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" No one cheers. Another blast of heat rushes - this time directly at my face - and every muscle in my body clenches, preparing for incineration. But it's not flames... just steam, and it blows back Rhiannon's braid as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale. The breeches on the first-year ahead of me darken, the color spreading down his legs. They want us scared. Mission accomplished. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly, like he's letting us in on a secret as we lock eyes. "To them, you're just the prey." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is that?" "Rhae Sorrengail, the forgotten daughter. She's Violet's twin, they're nothing alike though. Violet is the calm before a storm, and Rhae is the hurricane. The anger and stubbornness of that woman are insane." "God forbid she and Xaden stay in the same room for too long. Someone would likely end up dead." Started: June 5, 2025. Finished:

They say the gods gave her a heart too gentle for her house...But perhaps it was that gentleness-delicate and defiant-that made her most dangerous of all. --- Aegon the Conqueror X Female OC PRE-HOTD

Just about everything is trying to kill Joan Graycastle: the King, the cadets, even some of the Riders Quadrant professors seem out to get her. Her only goal is to stay alive. The longer she's alive, the closer she is to seeing her brother again and the closer she gets to fighting the actual war being waged outside Navarre's borders. The only dragon almost guaranteed to kill her decides to claim her, though, and throws a wrench in all of her plans. "Are you a meal, Josefyne Tauri? Or are you a rider?" - fourth wing x oc - i do not consent for my work to be reposted, translated, or put through AI servers of any kind

❝ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴇ-ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴ ʀɪsᴇs, ᴄʀᴏᴡɴs ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇʟᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴇᴅ.❞ 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝟏 - 𝐒𝟖 𝐅𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐔𝐍𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐍

"𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑒𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑠. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒. 𝑂𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑟, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑟𝑐ℎ, 𝑤ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑒𝑖𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑦." Long ago a race of humans existed; long white hair, purple eyes, and a dragon bond like no other. These humans, Dragonlords, aren't just bonded to their dragons. They're tied, their souls entwined with their dragons to create the purest, strongest bond across all of the continent. The world knows these Dragonlords as the Fyr bloodline. Centuries later and Danielle Fyr is the last living legacy to her bloodline. Fanfiction|Fantasy|Romantacy 18+ ONGOING RANDOM UPDATES UNDERGOING MAJOR REWRITE I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING! FOURTH WING IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS ONLY!

A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. And Rose Sorrengail has spent her entire life making sure she will be neither. Born strong where her twin sister Violet was fragile, Rose is a force forged in fire-bold, brutal, and unrelenting. While Violet stumbles unwillingly into the Riders Quadrant, Rose charges forward, determined to carve out her own legend within Basgiath War College. But surviving Conscription Day is just the beginning. In a world where strength is currency and dragons don't bond with the weak, Rose quickly becomes known-for her precision, her ruthlessness... and the trail of blood left in her wake. Her enemies fear her. Her instructors warn about her. And Xaden Riorson-lethal wingleader with shadows in his eyes-can't seem to stay away. With war looming, and a rare power awakening within her, Rose must decide what kind of rider she'll become-and what she's willing to sacrifice to protect what's hers. In Basgiath, only the ruthless survive. And Rose Sorrengail was born to conquer.

Veronica Dawson was never meant to be more than a reader of someone else's legend. Then she wakes in the brutal halls of Basgiath War College, inside a world she was only ever supposed to escape into. Survival should be simple. Keep her head down. Follow the plot she already knows. Do not interfere. But the moment she becomes Verena Draeven, everything slips out of her control. Dragons take notice of her. Power answers her in ways it should not. And Xaden Riorson, lethal and unreadable, looks at her like he sees the cracks in her soul and the secrets buried beneath them. Verena knows she does not belong in this world. She knows the dangers waiting for her, the deaths that should come, and the monsters hiding behind human faces. She knows the future. She knows the ending. What she does not know is what she is becoming. Because something ancient stirs. Something the dragons recognize. And the longer she remains in this world, the more it bends around her, reshaping itself in ways she cannot stop. If Basgiath begins to unravel, it will not be because she broke the story. It will be because this world was never meant to contain her. A Fourth Wing fanfic Xaden x Female OC

"Do you know what makes Targaryens so dangerous?" Daena asked, taking a moment to stare around at the sept's interior. The High Sparrow remained wordless. She turned to him with that violent look in her eyes, "We have the Blood of the Dragon, fire runs in our veins. The same fire that makes sparrow nests blaze." The eldest daughter of King Aerys II and Queen Rhaella Targaryen, Daena was the black sheep of the royal family. Daena is headstrong, defiant, dangerously intelligent, and often volatile. She was as comfortable in silks as she was in chain mail. She is dashing, dangerous, and daring but hot-tempered and icy. "The gods have cursed us with a rogue princess."