"Was it ever good? Or was it just because you felt like a drug? Pullin' me out of touch Suddenly, it was more than I'd ever done I don't know what I've become You kept me fallin', just how I wanted Smilin' inside of this room But now I'm haunted, just how you wanted You were the one I couldn't lose Losing you felt like I lost my faith Prayin' to God for a soul to take How could an angel make me feel pain? Leadin' me on just to walk away Breakin' my feet so my heart don't chase Down on my knees but I still can't breathe I've lost my faith" In which one girl is reborn through countless lifetimes, trying to find her purpose in the world.

𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙨𝙜𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙝, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙨. Kira is entering her second year, and things just got a whole lot more deadly. The aftermath of the War Games has left several eyes on Kira, watching her every move. Questions of her and the others' loyalty threaten everything they've been building in Aretia, and Kira is determined to protect her home. It doesn't help that Kira and Garrick's dragons have entered a mating bond at a rather inconvenient time. Along with this, the new vice commandant seems hell bent on proving Kira's disloyalty to Navarre. Kira refuses to falter; She's a Riorson, after all. But it might take more than just her swords to make it through her second year alive. BOOK TWO - BORN OF BLOOD SERIES

Oleander Sorrengail survived her first year in the Riders Quadrant, but survival came at a cost no one understands. Not her brother, who she thought was dead, only to learn he chose a war over her. Not her twin, who she will always come second to. And certainly not her mother, General Lilith Sorrengail, who has only ever seen her as a disappointment, and a tool to wield. Bonded to a feral dragon, Oleander was never expected to develop a signet. Most assumed she would become another casualty, either of her own magic or of stronger riders. But during the worst moment of her life, her power finally drips out of her. Nightmares made of black ink. Creatures that move like liquid metal. Horrors that react to her every emotion and reflect something dark enough that even her allies begin to question what she is. And Oleander has no idea how to control them. When Basgiath's leadership realizes what she can do, they see more than a rider. They see the ultimate tool. The perfect weapon. And they will stop at nothing until Oleander becomes exactly that. This is an Iron Flame fanfic intended for audiences 18+ due to mature content.

Michael Stras expected darkness, he expected pain, what he didn't expect was to be sucked into his favorite book series after he jumped. Now, he must not only fight others to stay alive, but also himself. This is a fourth wing fanfiction by Rebecca Yarros!

A new start is what's vital to her survival. And that new start led her to Malek's doorstep. Maybe her choice was stupid, but not an uncommon one. After passing the Basgiath War College entrance exam, crossing the Parapet might be the new start Soairse Demaris craves. With Malek-- the god of death-- so frightening close, can she survive? What should happen if she lives to Threshing? Is the man she meets, Atlas Gatlyn, going to be the one who forces Saoirse to the gods' realm? Is her story fated to end stabbed by a fellow cadet or charred by a dragon's scorching flame? To all my fellow readers who fell in love with the Fourth Wing series by Rebecca Yarros as I have; here is my personal take on the extraordinary world Yarros has woven. Please note I am not an experienced writer and am bound to mix things up! I will try to follow the original setting as best as possible! Thank you! XX. P.S. There is romance-- of course, there is, this is Wattpad, isn't it? To all my girlies who love a good Enemies-to-lovers; today's your day! Enjoy! P.P.S. Unfortunately, there won't be much involvement of Xaden or Violet. They will be mentioned, but they will not play any direct roles within the story, sorry! I will also avoid referencing Iron Flame/any crucial plot details to Fourth Wing to avoid spoilers.

"In ancient halls where shadows cling, The dragons roar, the echoes sing. Walking the edge where darkness fall, One step from the fire, one slip takes it all. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, A rider without their dragon is death to me Set me on fire, let the flames consume, I'll rise from the ashes, my power is doom Wings of power, hearts of flame, Together we rise and legends are made. The storm is raging, the sky's alive, With every breath, I fight to survive. The wind screams louder, the flames grow high, A rider'a heart burns, never dies. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, A rider without their dragon is death to me Set me on fire, let the flames consume, I'll rise from the ashes, my power is doom Wings of power, hearts of flame, Together we rise and legends are made. In your fire, I find my way, Through endless night to break the day. The storm can't break me, the dark won't win, This dragon's fire ignites within. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, A rider without their dragon is death to me Wings of power, hearts of flame, Together we rise and legends are made." In which a girl dies and is reborn as Violet Sorrengail.

A fan of the show finds himself waking up in the body of Aegon the Second. With just one day before King Viserys's death, can the new Aegon save the characters he got so emotionally attached to? Can he prevent the Dance of Dragons or is the House of Dragons destined to fall? DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTS AND CHARACTERS BELONG TO GEORGE R.R MARTIN AND MAX.

Alicent meets a woman that could save her from the life she never wanted. But will this mystery woman be able to keep up with their ruse or will the truth come out and lose her head? 🐉 "Hes got my heartbeat skipping." ⚔️ #1 in viserystargaryen on 5/16/23 🥰 #1 in kingviserys on 5/16/23 #1 in alicenthightower on 5/20/23 Most characters belong to GRRM

'Nykeā irudy hen se jēdar,' the boy said "A gift from the sky." 'Skorkydoso gōntan ao sōvegon bisa zaldrīzes?' the King asked. "How did you manage to mount this dragon?" 'Nyke daor nykeā zaldrīzes kipagīros, ziry iksos,' the boy replied. "I am not its rider; she is." He looked at the little girl in his arms." __________________________________ What if more people survived the Doom?

The Dance of the Dragons claimed countless lives, but none more devastating than that of Prince Jacaerys Velaryon-the beloved heir to Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen. Unwilling to accept her son's death, Rhaenyra turns to an enigmatic Red Priestess who offers her a miracle at a terrible price. Jacaerys is not truly returned to life. Instead, he is placed into an enchanted sleep beneath Dragonstone, where ancient fire magic preserves him exactly as he was on the day he "died": sixteen years old, forever suspended between life and death. One hundred and seventy years later, the Last Dragon comes home. When Daenerys Targaryen returns to Dragonstone with her three dragons, long-forgotten magic begins to stir within the mountain. Hidden beneath the castle lies a secret lost to history; a sleeping prince, a broken prophecy, and a promise made by a grieving mother that has endured through the fall of kingdoms. Some legends are never meant to die. Some princes are only waiting to be awakened. **This story is completely inspired by the incredible edit made by @vermaxfire on Tiktok! Full credit of the idea goes to them, I just wanted to bring the story to life!!** ENJOY! :)