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

"Your brother will not be pleased." "When is he ever?" Evalyn Riorson never lived in the shadows of her brother's presence. She had always been his equal. He had always been her shield. But when love is tested and the truth is revealed, she finds that much more waits beyond the war she had been born into. FOURTH WING - ONYX STORM Empyrean Series All original story credits to Rebecca Yarros and her publishers. Mature Warning - darker themes included

It's colder then I remember it, dark as an abyss but I stop being afraid of the dark along time ago. Shadows curl around me and I allow myself the split second of hope. Allowing myself to wish for the male I can not have. His voice is a distant memory but also clear as day in this dark and musky hole. "We will be friends." His voice is relaxed but firm. Lulling me away into memories with his deep vibrato. "Friends?" I croak, confusion lacing my voice. "People who are nice to each other occasionally spend time together." Azriel deadpans. "I know what friends are." I snap back, not able to hold back the bite in my words. Some way to start a friendship. He chuckles despite my tone, the dark alluring sound wrapping around my spine. I look away from him. "Well, you don't seem to have any." I don't realize the tears have fallen until they have drenched my cheeks. I curl deeper into myself, wishing those memories wouldn't haunt me. I replay the moment over and over in my head. Weaving it into my very being, my sanity. With darkness threading around me I list all the reasons he couldn't love me. Even if I could get out of this hell, those memories are all I have. I wouldn't forgive me either.

Illena Draekar had no idea why she applied to be a dragon rider. She had her reasons, of course. But her reasons were a secret, and Illena was so full of them that she didn't know anymore what was a secret and what was just a fact. She had a plan, that was a fact. But the plan itself was a secret. The war was getting worse, that was a fact, and was also a fact that Illena was the one to blame for that. Which war? That was a secret. Why she was the one to blame? Also a secret. Why she had so many secrets and so many facts? Well, that's a secret. But I'll give you a fact: she thinks it's time to fight. And what better place to begin than Basgiath? The marked ones were there. The dragons were there, the professors, the weapons, the lies, the reasons, they were all there. The only thing she did not expect to be there was love. But love was for children, and Garrick surely wasn't one. Illena may have fallen in love with him, anyway. But that was a secret as well. And also a fact. (This is a Fourth Wing fanfiction, the characters and the story belongs to Rebecca Yarros, only the main character, Illena, is original)

♫︎ Sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ 'ᴄʀᴏss ᴍʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪɴᴇ. I'ᴍ sᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ʟɪᴇs. Tʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴍᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's sɪᴅᴇ. Tᴏʟᴅ ᴀ ᴍɪʟʟɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴇ. Sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ 'ᴄʀᴏss ᴍʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪɴᴇ. Gᴏᴅ, ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴇʏᴇs. Bᴜᴛ ᴍʏ sɪsᴛᴇʀ's ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴄʀʏ. I ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴜɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ʜɪᴅᴇ. Fʀᴏᴍ ᴍʏ ғᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʟɪɴᴇ. ♫︎ ᵇʸ Cᴏɴᴀɴ Gʀᴀʏ [Acotar/Azriel FF] Aᴄᴏᴛᴀʀ - finished Aᴄᴏᴍᴀғ - finished Aᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ - in process Aᴄᴏsғ - ? I would want to say that part of this story is a REWRITE. before, it was in my native language, now it's in english. nearly everything is changed because I didn't like the previous story and already had the cast/aesthetic finished so I took it down and decided to write a new storyline. 10/10/24 1# in shadows 28 /7/25 1# in mortal 28/7/25 1# in oc

Book Two Telluric: (adj.) Of or relating to the earth. May Melgren makes a decision to return home. The journey weighing heavily on her body from the recent events she has experienced. Meanwhile, Garrick Tavis learns to regret the decisions he has made and wishes nothing more than to find her. The world having taken a toll for the worst, enemies are revealed, secrets are shared, and chaos ensues. ______ "I've loved all of you even before I met you, but that love furthered the more I got to know you. It was never a lie, Garrick, those memories we shared together were never from the book. We made them together. The baking, the lake, the stars. All of them. We shaped our future. So let's continue to do that. No book is going to tell you what you can or can't do." "I'll do it again. I'll win you over with all that I have." I could see the determination in his twinkling eyes. "That's what I was hoping to hear." I smile taking in the moment, us once again under the stars. ______ Disclaimer: The characters and plot belongs to Rebecca Yarros. My scenes and characters are my own. I hope you enjoy!

Alexander Beckett is a party animal and doesn't know anything about discipline or respect. With his father planing on stepping down and giving his position as CEO of a multi-billion dollar business to Alexander, he first needs to learn some respect and discipline. The only way Alexander's father thinks this will happen is if he sends him to his childhood best friends's ranch in Texas. But Alexander needs more than just a three month rehab at a ranch. He needs to properly grieve for his mother and the only way for him to do that is to talk to his dad. Alexander is given a week to prepare for his three month stay at the ranch. He isn't happy at all and goes to the ranch expecting to be pampered but instead he is bossed around by a cute country boy, Lee Williams. These two soon find a slight attraction to one another, only Lee is the one to try and ignore his feelings for Alexander. In this City Boy Rehab feelings are discovered and others lost.

After losing her memory in an explosion, Marine Sergeant Julia Langdale has recovered the life she lost and returned to active duty. On leave with her husband, they must both learn to adjust to the murky waters of married civilian life whilst battling the parts of their pasts which refuse to stay buried. With their relationship teetering on the edge and an inquisitive MI5 agent digging into their lives, Julia and Marc must both face their pasts as they race back to Afghanistan for an unsanctioned mission. With only themselves for back-up and the risk of execution if they're caught, can they come through this together, or will this one mission tear them apart?

Being a marine was all Jules wanted to be, despite her parents reservations. However, being caught in an explosion in Afghanistan, Jules is sent home with no memory of her time there or the love she found overseas. Now, two years later, Julia is working in the local library, with an overprotective mother who would do anything to keep her from learning the truth. But will a chance encounter with someone from her past make Julia remember who she truly is -and can she ever be the same person again? Just a few notes: 1. My knowledge of the Armed Forces is limited so expect mistakes although I shall try my best to make everything as accurate as possible. 2. I have recently posted the prequel to this book called 'Seven Years'. 3.This book is dedicated to all the men and women who put themselves in harms way to serve their country, wherever they may be; past and present.

He'd been alive for a while and lost track of time. Happens when you're immortal and one one blink of an eye is a hundred years of human. After the exile he ut himself in for centuries, he's finally Ready to step back into the real world. Things have changed, some Things never change. Something pulled him out of the shadows and he's going to fing out what, or who. What was love, hate, feelings? He wouldn't rest until he found out the reason he was called upon.