Vesper Sitara was raised to be a legacy. Daughter of two infamous Tyrrish assassins, she arrives at Basgiath War College with one goal: to make her parents proud and ensure their name is never forgotten. While others fight to survive the Riders Quadrant, Vesper intends to conquer it-blade, bone, and fire. Placed under the command of Xaden Riorson, the ruthless wingleader tasked with keeping the marked ones alive, Vesper quickly becomes a problem he can't control. He demands restraint. She was raised for rebellion. Every clash between them burns sharper than the last-and no matter how hard she tries, she can't seem to stay away from him, even when she knows exactly how dangerous that is. As her first year unfolds, Vesper gains power: a dragon as savage as she is, and a place in a quiet rebellion growing beneath Navarre's rule. But chasing her parents' legacy means stepping deeper into blood, secrets, and a war that is far from over. Vesper Sitara didn't come to Basgiath to survive. She came to become a legend-even if it kills her.

Rheanyra Silvarra has always known what it means to survive. Born to a disgraced noble house and branded a rebellion relic before she could walk, she's spent her life training in the shadows, carrying the ghosts of Aretia and the weight of a past no one dares speak of. At Basgiath War College, she's not just another first-year crossing the Parapet-she's a threat. And everyone knows it. Especially Xaden Riorson. They've known each other too long, fought side by side in silence, and now face each other across squad lines with carefully constructed masks. Their hatred is a language only they speak-a shield against the danger of letting anyone too close. Because walls are safer than attachments. Safer than hope. Thrown into Fourth Wing under Xaden's command, Nyra finds herself surrounded by enemies, allies she doesn't trust, and a squad that's as fractured as her heart. With every glance, Xaden dares her to fall back. With every order, he reminds her who holds power. But she didn't survive the slaughter of Aretia to be silenced. As dragons descend and the deadly crucible of Basgiath begins, Nyra must face not only the dangers of Threshing and the brutal hierarchy of the Riders Quadrant, but the truth she's buried for years. Because war is coming. Secrets are stirring. And for rebellion kids like Nyra and Xaden? Survival was only the beginning. XadenXoc

I grew up in the shadow of my brother. The shadow of my last name. No one knew who I was, until everyone knew. Until I was the very definition of control itself. Most riders encounter a dragon up close for the first time when they're twenty years old. I was nine. I've hid our bond from every other human for eleven years, because if anyone finds out I'm dead. Now... Secret's out May the wrong people never hear of it

Selene Quinnell is no stranger to pain. In fact, she's spent her whole life surrounded by it. Physically, and mentally. With walls higher than the tallest mountain peak in navarre, she's more than prepared to her next three years at basgaith alone... until a certain boy with onxy eyes returns to her life. Xaden Riorson x fem oc

"If you fall I will catch you, sweet girl" In which the general's sweet daughter falls for the marked boy with a haunted past or Juliet can't help but collect those bearing rebellion relics like pretty stones, and Garrick can't help but want to be collected started 4.16.25 published 4.29.25 finshed 0.00.00

Cassindra Nytheris is no stranger to death. Daughter of famed rebel Generals burned alive by dragon flame, she carried both their legacy and the weight of their loss. Basgaith War College is not for the feint of heart, and with rebellion relics inked across her skin, Cassindra is bound for the Riders Quadrant, where failure means death. With only her fellow rebellion children and a handful of unlikely allies to trust, Cassindra must endure brutal training, cataclysmic secrets, and the cold, calculating gaze of Xaden Riorson, who might already care more than he lets on. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without their dragon is dead. [Xaden Riorson x OC]

Danielle Draken has suffered more than a person should. After being marked, surviving with the demons in her head, and having feelings she definitely shouldn't, she's finally headed to Basgiath, along with Xaden and Garrick. The three of them-as the eldest Tyrrish marked children-must prove themselves at the infamous War College, even though most of the people there are only trying to sabotage their paths. Danielle and Xaden both have taken the responsibility of the marked ones, leading to the two of them having to stone their place in Navarre. Danielle's had a crush on him for more than a decade, but she knows he doesn't see her in that way, or does she? But she has a deep secret-the darkest among many-she's not who she says she is. She has more to hide than the entire ocean, and she's surprisingly good at that because, like her father always said, she always gets what she wants. There's parts of her that even she's not aware of, and as she goes through her journey in Navarre, she finds out more and more about herself. Xaden X OC ≿━━━༺❀༻━━━≾ ⚠️To read this story, it is COMPLUSORY to read the first three books to understand what is written, please check the author's note for more about this story⚠️

𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 Forcibly conscripted into Basgiath War College, Cadet Veylor is forced navigate her assigned officer, a lieutenant whose arrogance is offset by his unnatural charm, and a marked cadet--the terrifying heir to the rebellion.

Surviving the Riders Quadrant is hard enough, but surviving it while keeping a massive secret? That's just plain reckless. Nyx Greycastle-well, that's the name she's using-has spent her life surrounded by dragons, but pretending to be just another first-year cadet at Basgiath War College is proving more difficult than she expected. Between sadistic instructors, bloodthirsty rivals, and an annoyingly handsome wingleader who keeps looking at her like he knows something, staying under the radar is impossible. Oh, and there's also the minor issue of not dying before Threshing. With secrets, enemies, and an ever-growing number of dumb decisions piling up, Nyx is in for the deadliest three years of her life. But if she wants to claim a dragon-and live long enough to turn the tide of a secret war-she'll have to prove she's more than just a name. Because in the Riders Quadrant, survival isn't guaranteed. It's earned. Updated on AO3 first under the same name. I do not own the characters, only Aelin Tauri/ Nyx Greycastle, please let me know if you are enjoying

She crossed the Parapet with her eyes closed. No one knew her name. Not really. Not the riders, not the commandant. Not even the boy she once knew, who now leads the very quadrant she's been thrown into. Aeliana Sorynne is a survivor. Marked by magic, scarred by secrets, raised in the shadows of rebellion. Now, she enters Basgiath War College under a name no one remembers - carrying nothing but a rune, a memory, and the skills of someone who should've died years ago. Assigned to Fourth Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad, Aeliana must navigate brutal training, suspicious cadets, and the heavy eyes of dragons that seem to see more than they should. She's not here to be chosen. She's here to endure. But surviving is never that simple - not when her past walks the same halls, not when dragons are watching, and not when trust could mean everything... or cost her everything.