4thwing Stories

Tessa Arden has spent most of her life surviving people who never wanted her. Orphaned during the Tyrrish Rebellion and raised by a foster family that never let her forget she was a burden, Tessa is given a single dagger, no training, and one final parting gift on Conscription Day: a place in Basgiath War College's Riders Quadrant. They expect her to die. Tessa isn't entirely convinced she cares if they're right. Armed with nothing but an irritating amount of confidence, a talent for saying exactly the wrong thing at exactly the right time, and the unfortunate instinct to throw herself into danger for anyone she cares about, Tessa steps onto the Parapet prepared to survive for as long as she can. What she isn't prepared for is Liam Mairi. Or the squad that slowly draws her out of her silence. The marked riders who understand more about losing everything to the rebellion than anyone she's ever known. The friends who teach her that the girl handed one useless dagger can learn to wield almost anything. And certainly not Bodhi Durran. For the first time in Tessa's life, survival begins to mean more than simply making it to tomorrow. Because Basgiath might kill her. But first, it might give her something worth surviving for.

Elara Verran has spent her entire life learning two things: how to protect the people she loves and how to survive without the parents she lost to the rebellion. Now, as one of the marked children forced into the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College, survival is no longer something she can take for granted. At Basgiath, kindness can be mistaken for weakness, friendships can become liabilities, and every day brings another opportunity to die. But Elara has never been particularly good at standing by while someone else is in danger-even when helping them puts her directly in the line of fire. As she forms unexpected friendships and finds herself drawn closer to the marked riders who understand her past better than anyone else, Elara begins to discover that the rebellion left behind far more than scars. There are secrets buried within Navarre, truths worth killing to protect, and questions about her parents that no one seems willing to answer. And then there's Garrick Tavis. Infuriating, relentless, and far too observant, Garrick seems determined to notice every injury Elara ignores, every meal she skips, and every time she puts someone else's life before her own. The closer they become, the harder it is for Elara to pretend that surviving for everyone else is enough. Because in a place where death is expected and sacrifice is praised, Elara may have to learn the one thing no one ever taught her: Saving everyone means nothing if she loses herself in the process.

A Fourth Wing fan-fiction from the perspective of Jasmine Deygan, a mute young woman willing to fight for those who cannot defend themselves. ~~~ When the shield breaks and the little bird screams, The sun goes dark and there's cracked rock seams. The plains will dance and sing, Until who reappears but the supplanting king. God's promise told through the messenger, his gift will be like the wise and kind, Flourishing spring to bring justice for God's kingdom, is what the plains will find. ~~~ #4 LiamMairi 27/11/23 #3 Xaden 25/12/23 CHRISTMAS! #11 XadenRiorson 27/11/23 #1 ShadowMagic 24/11/23 #2 VioletSorrengail 25/11/23 #2 rebeccayarros 4/1/24 #10 xaden 4/1/24 #6 Basgiath 29/2/24 #1 4th Wing 3/3/24 #1 Venin 12/10/24 #3 Wyvern 3/2/25 ~~~ Be warned there may be spoilers for the actual book series. Please follow me so you can be updated and continue reading. Thanks! ~~~ Copyright: Most characters and plot belong to Rebecca Yarros the author of Fourth Wing. I have come up with a few characters and plot points/ theories that may or may not have been proven true in iron flame, but I won't give that away! Beware there will be spoilers for the actual book!

And I realize, I've tasted blood and it is sweet, I've had the rug pulled beneath my feet, I've trusted lies and trusted men, Broke down and put myself back together again, Stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters, Collected the pieces and picked out a dagger I've pinched my skin in between my two fingers And wished I could cut some parts off with some scissors For as long as Aria can remember shes been "Dains Sister" But now its diffrent. Different because she met him. Bodhi Fucking Duraan