"Ravenna Riorson: after six years of torture, it's time for her to cross the Parapet. She will not be afraid. She has changed after living with General Aetos, but her brother, Xaden Riorson, wants his little sister back where she belongs: at his side. During her first year at Basgiath, she not only reunites with old friends, but she also discovers that her childhood crush, Garrick Tavis, is her section leader." All characters belong to Rebecca Yarros, except Ravenna Riorson and Alunarius. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Book 4 of Fire Breather

Seryl Melgren no quiere gustar. Quiere ganar. Aterradoramente hermosa, con la lengua afilada como la punta de sus flechas y una forma muy suya de decir cosas raras que, por alguna razón, terminan demostrando parte de su dulzura. No nació para ser normal. Nació para ser inolvidable. Y Basgiath... bueno, Basgiath no está listo para alguien como ella. Entre enemigos ocultos, un apellido que muchos quisieran borrar y el fuego constante de querer sobrevivir, lo último que esperaba era a Garrick Tavis. Y, mucho menos, lo que llegó a sentir por él. Porque aunque finja que no le importa nadie, si te acercas lo suficiente, puede que te queme... y que te quedes queriendo más de su fuego.

"I'm tired of being afraid." He paused, studying me. "Then be careful not to trade one kind of fear for another. Melgren doesn't forget. Neither does General Sorrengail. Even if she seems to be the more forgiving one." "I noticed." Brennan's expression softened slightly. "For what it's worth, Xaden was proud of you." I looked up, startled. "He said that?" "Not in words," Brennan said with a faint smile. "But I know my brother-in-law. He doesn't defend people he doesn't believe in." When Brennan left, I sat alone in the flickering candlelight, tracing the lines of the map with my fingertips - the same ridges and valleys the Venin now crossed unchecked. I didn't want power. I didn't want war. I wanted peace. But maybe peace wasn't something people like me got to keep. Still, Bodhi's words echoed in my mind: You scare people who like control. For the first time, that didn't feel like a curse. It felt like armor. Bodhi Durran x OC

𝑨 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄~ 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 Verena, a girl that was secretly raised by a queen Phoenix, Phaedra. When hearing of the threat coming close to Navarre, she decides to go to the riders quadrant. Will she be able to keep her big secret? I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING OR VERENA'S FACE CLAIM!!! 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅: 𝑨𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒍 𝟏𝟖𝒕𝒉 𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅: 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝟐𝟗𝒕𝒉

Eleanor "Len" Lennox is a survivor. Scarred, feral, and feared by all, she thrives in the chaos of Basgiath War College. When she bonds with Noxarathian-an ancient, deadly white dragon known for killing his riders-Len becomes something extraordinary. Together, they wield Shadowfire, a destructive power capable of annihilating the Venin threatening Navarre. But beneath her terrifying reputation lies a fractured soul. Len keeps her scars, her pain, and her dark past hidden, even from her closest friends, Xaden Riorson and Bodhi Durran. The only person who dares to break through her walls is Garrick Tavis, the one man who might teach her what it means to love-and to heal. As rebellion brews and the Venin's power grows, Len must embrace the shadows within her. Because saving the people she loves might demand the ultimate sacrifice.

Morgana Melgren. Hija del general más temido de Navarre. Heredera de un legado que nunca pidió, y que jamás tuvo opción de rechazar. Fue entrenada para ser un arma. Moldeada con frío acero y disciplina brutal, hasta que la niña que una vez lloró la muerte de su hermano desapareció... dejando solo a la sombra que juró vengarlo. Nunca le permitieron quebrarse. No le dieron tiempo para sanar. Y llorar... era considerado traición en su nombre. En su mundo, la compasión es una sentencia de muerte. Y Morgana aprendió, demasiado pronto, que solo sobreviven quienes están dispuestos a ensuciarse las manos. Ahora, cruza las puertas del Cuadrante de Jinetes. Y no viene por gloria. Viene a demostrar que lo que forjaron... fue mucho más peligroso de lo que jamás imaginaron. Porque el legado Melgren no terminó con Evan. Y ella... no vino a ser salvada. Vino a aplastar a quienes pensaron que una Melgren podía ser domada.

Eleanor was never meant to survive this long. But now that she has-she's not sure who she is anymore. The war has reached a breaking point. Navarre is crumbling from the inside out, tangled in bloodshed, backroom politics, and betrayals disguised as strategy. Len was forged for battle, trained to kill-but nothing prepared her for this kind of war. The kind where words are as sharp as blades, and allies might be enemies in disguise. As time runs out, Len finds herself walking a path her mother once warned her about. The lines between hero and monster are blurring. The darkness inside her-once caged-is waking, hungering, changing her. With Nox at her back, and Garrick at her side, Len is a weapon ready to be unleashed. But love is no longer her anchor-it's her weak point. And in this war, weakness is fatal. As gods reach down and monsters rise up, Len must choose who she's willing to become to survive. A savior? A destroyer? Or something far, far worse. Because the phoenix doesn't rise to save the world. She rises to remake it.

BOOK TWO OF "VIPER" Everyone expected Eleanor Lennox to die at Resson. Len included. But against all odds, she survived. And now? War is coming-whispered in the halls of Basgiath, painted in blood on the battlefield, buried in the lies of the Revolution. Assassins stalk the shadows. The enemy is already at the gate. And Len has a target on her back-not just for wielding shadowfire, not just for bonding to Nox, but for refusing to die when she should have. With Garrick and Xaden on the front lines, Len is missing half her family. But she's got Bodhi at her side, a war to fight, people to kill, and secrets she cannot afford to let slip. They used to call her the Viper. But she's not just a snake with a lethal bite anymore. She's an inferno. And if leadership wants her dead? She'll burn them to the ground.

"Why do the men always have the honor to fight in war when women have the power to bring the army down to there knees" A ruthless man is nothing but a man A ruthless woman is everything a man wishes he could be. What happens if the rebellion didn't die but was just passed down. A Dragon without its rider is a tragedy a rider without their dragon is dead...... Welcome to Forth Wing This story is based off of Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros