Basgiath Stories

Aeloria Tauri, the fearless and entitled daughter of King Tauri, is forced to navigate a world where power and betrayal are ever-present. Raised to flaunt her birthright, she harbors a deep hatred for her enemies. As tensions rise within her kingdom and deadly secrets unravel, Aeloria decides to leave the palace and forge her own path. Torn between loyalty to her family and the fire of vengeance that consumes her, she is thrust into a game where every move could mean life or death. Alongside her best friend Ridoc and her childhood friend Violet Sorrengail, Aeloria never thought to fall in love at Basgiath. Especially to a rebel. [ Garrick Tavis x Original Female Character ] [ All Rights Reserved ]

Raven has been dead for thirteen years. To everybody else but three others. Others like her. Different. She was forced to grow up too fast when she was shoved away from everything she ever knew. The once bright child turned into a somber woman who nobody would recognize. The girl she used to be truly did die, but she was reborn. Reborn as Raven because isn't that all she is? A forgotten creature of the night. She won't be forgotten for much longer. When she flies out of the darkness, she is hunting for vengeance and basgiath has her target. One problem, she has found a man who is able to match her in more ways than one. Just like that, any plans she had mean nothing.

"Well, Targaryen's do not run from battle. Even if they're fighting venin instead of gryphons. Even if I'm missing my twin. Even if I may cause our deaths today. I'm in." Fourth Wing - {Fourth Wing - Onyx Storm} I do not own Fourth Wing, I only own my OC's and everything to do with them and their backstories.

Caraleah Asterin grew up isolated from the other separatist's kids. Only living with her fostersister Sloane she never really learned how to fight. A fatal flaw because now that she's 20 she has to enter Basgiaths deadly doors. Only her will to survive drives her forward, until she meets him. Bhodi ff Rights belong to Rebecca Yarros!

Diana Rome, that is my name. Currently a 21 year old college student in the 21st century, and a regular member of Gen Z. In simple terms, I am a little ball full of anxiety and one mental breakdown away from having a breakdown because seeing a therapist is too expensive. My survival is based on pure spite, sarcasm, books, Spotify, Netflix, Disney, Hulu, and, as the eternally iconic Professor McGonnagal once said, sheer dumb luck. So how the hell am I supposed to survive a world full of dragons, venin, wyvern, and has a death college that is glorified into a military college? I have never read the books, but thanks to bookstagram, I got enough spoilers of the first book to figure out I may die in this world.

"Live", I say. "Live", he echoes. ~•~ "And when there's no space left anymore," Xaden's voice falls to a whisper, "I'll carve rings inside your eyes, red, just like the evil creatures in children's stories," the implication isn't lost on any one of us, "Am I clear, your highness?" ~•~ The story starts right after the Calldyr Executions, told from the perspectives of our favourite 'Marked Ones', their experiences in foster care and then as they navigate Basgiath.

Fourth Wing satire story- Oren (short for something she'd rather not tell you) Sorrengail tries to survive Basgiath College while attracting as little attention as possible, which proves quite difficult due to nepotism. And on top of that, there is a strange third year who has an unreasonable amount of interest in her... Please excuse any inaccuracies to in the world building, it's very funny, please read :) ----- "I'd watch yourself, Sorrengail. There are things going on you have no idea about, and I will not hesitate to eliminate you if I must. I am your Wing Leader, and you will obey every order I give you." His lips brush the shell of my ear and I repress a shiver. Gross. I crane my neck away from him, looking up at his face. "Um, okay?" Are all these theatrics really necessary? "You'd better, or else..." he trails off, giving me a look. I don't know what kind of look it is, but maybe it's supposed to be menacing. "If you can get me expelled, please by all means, knock yourself out trying. Maybe if you get creative enough the school really will let me leave." If I can get Riorson as my Wing Leader to report as many rule violations as possible, even Mom will have to submit to the pressure of the other academic staff and release me. Riorson raises an eyebrow. Again. "Play by the rules, Sorrengail. You'll be sorry if you don't." "Whatever you say", I answer, half distracted because I see Rhiannon by the counter, waving her mug in some rider's face. "Gotta go. Enjoy your ale. Although you look so stiff I bet that not even an entire barrel could loosen you up." "I'm not-" Riorson begins to protest, but I don't care to hear his answer, because it looks like Rhiannon just managed to get herself two mugs of ale without needing to exchange any coin for it.

I want to help people. It's what I've always wanted. And you can't stop me. - Started: 2/1-2026

In a world where dragons choose their riders, the royal Laransser family stands as the most powerful among all kingdoms. Known for raising unique and majestic dragons, their bloodline is recognized by their silvery hair, violet eyes... and fire in their veins. When Leyral Laransser was born-the first daughter in a century-the sky trembled with fire and celebration. Her dragon egg, immense and shimmering in black, purple, and gold, foretold a legendary destiny. From the moment of her birth, she was already bonded to it, and their connection was so strong that her seal granted her four elemental powers: fire, earth, water, and air. At the age of five, she crossed the parapet-the youngest ever to do so. But her official entry into the Dragon Quadrant was postponed until she turned sixteen, by royal decree. Now, Leyral is ready. As heir to the Laransser throne and future queen of Navarre, her path is marked by power, fire... and war. And at the heart of the Quadrant, Xaden Riorson awaits-the rider branded by rebellion, enemy of her bloodline, and perhaps, the only real threat to her destiny. A princess born of fire. Two kingdoms on her shoulders. And a bond that could change everything.

Amelia Tauri, the only daughter of King Tauri, has never desired the weight of the crown. Known for her icy beauty and ruthless demeanor, she is every bit as cold as her father. When her older brother died, she didn't shed a tear; when watching the rebels execution, she stood head high and smiled. Beneath her composed exterior, Amelia is sharp, intelligent, and deeply aware of the secrets her father keeps from her. She knows there are more rebels hidden in the shadows, and she is determined to uncover the truth and fight for her people. Since she was little people underestimate her, now was her chance to prove them wrong. Falling in love with Garrick Tavis? That was never part of the plan. And neither was dying. Spoilers of all three books! #Sassy female main character #Garrick Tavis x Tauri Oc

Everyone knows about Xaden Riorson. The lethal wingleader for Fourth wing. The shadow wielder. The strongest rider of his generation. But no one knows about what he was before he was the wingleader. Before he met Violet. Before he got Sygael. Welcome, to Xaden Riorson's first year. - - - - - All characters belong to Rebecca Yarros (Except Nisa, Korra, Cassian and Diane) All credit goes to Rebecca Yarros. This is a fan fiction of Fourth Wing. (Not smut) (Sorry, idrk how to do this, this is my first fan fic. Pls wish me luck. Enjoy!)

Bask in a world where Arya Alderwierald, a girl who comes from the Luceras Province with something to prove not just too her father who died a rider but herself, enters the deadly War College of Basgiath set on leaving her mark on this dangerous world of magic and dragons.

They say a rider without their dragon is dead. Fate disagrees. Navarre fell at the Battle of Basgaith. Xaden Riorson turned to the enemy and became the Great Betrayer and second in command to the venin overlords. Two years later fate drags back the impossible. Rosemary Tauri is delivered to Basgiath in chains. Alive, hollow and stripped of her memory. She should have died alongside her dragon. Before the fall of Navarre Xaden and Rosemary forged a forbidden bond. Rosemary doesn't remember her life before, her dragon or the boy she fell in love with but fate keeps dragging them back together as the world breaks them apart. The venin want what is buried inside her head and Xaden will do anything to keep her alive. A dark Xaden love story.

Fourth Wing fanfiction. Twin sisters Elise and McKell Sorrengail are planning on living quiet lives as Healers. However, their lives are turned upside down when their cutthroat general mother orders them to enlist in the Rider's Quadrant, the most elite-and most deadly-Quadrant at Basgiath War College. They will need to use every bit of their wit and courage to survive to graduation, especially when Wingleader Xander Riorson is out for their blood.

The calm before the storm is over. Galactus rises, and the universe itself trembles under the shadow of his power. Isabelle Storms and Xaden stand at the heart of a war that spans worlds, facing enemies more deadly than anything they have ever known. Allies will come from the farthest corners of the multiverse-heroes and factions uniting for a battle that will decide the fate of everything. But not everyone will survive the fight. Loyalties will be tested, sacrifices will be demanded, and the line between victory and ruin is thinner than ever. In a war where the cosmos itself is the battlefield, Isabelle and Xaden must fight together... or risk losing everything they love.

En mi mundo, Alas de Sangre era solo eso: una historia. Un libro de fantasía lleno de acción, traición, dragones, tensión sexual que cortaba el aire... y un hombre de ojos oscuros y tatuajes como cicatrices de guerra que me robaba el aliento con solo una palabra. Xaden Riorson. El personaje que jamás debía enamorarme porque era ficción. Porque no existía. Hasta que lo hizo. Hasta que desperté en un cuerpo que no era el mío, en una realidad que no debería existir. Y me llamaban Seryna Valenforth. No supe si estaba muerta, soñando o maldita. Solo sabía que ya no estaba en mi cama, en mi habitación del mundo real, sino en un castillo y una lista de futuros cadáveres desfilando por mi memoria. Ya conocía sus nombres: Jack Barlowe, Amber Mavis, Dain Aetos, incluso Violet Sorrengail... todos piezas de un tablero que estaba por romperse. Y yo estaba dentro. Una parte de mí se rehusaba a creerlo, pero la otra... la otra estaba lista. Había leído Alas de Sangre tantas veces que podía recitar líneas enteras. Sabía quién vivía. Quién moría. Cuándo. Cómo. Por qué. Y lo más importante: sabía a quién quería salvar. Liam. Mi soldado leal y dulce, cuya muerte aún me dolía aunque solo fuera papel y tinta. Sloane. Una niña con demasiada oscuridad y demasiada historia detrás de esos ojos. Andarna, mi dragona favorita. Y sí... también él. Xaden Riorson. Lo quería todo. Su mirada. Su respeto. Su deseo. Incluso sus advertencias envueltas en amenazas veladas. No pensaba ceder ese lugar. Esta vez, yo sería la que lo enfrentaría en la colchoneta de combate. Yo sería la que lo haría dudar. La que se convertiría en la debilidad que jamás vio venir. Y, tal vez, también en su fuerza. Cambiar la historia. Aunque me costara la vida. Porque esto ya no era un libro. Y yo ya no era una lectora. Era una jugadora. Y esta vez... el Imperio no tenía idea de con quién estaba jugando.

Bella Riorson never wanted to be a rider. She once dreamed to becoming a Scribe, lost in books instead of battle. She had friends, a future, with her best friend, Violet Sorrengail. But fate had other plans. Now, all of that is gone. Branded a traitor's daughter, Bella is forced into Basgiath War College, where survival is a daily battle and former friendships have turned into bitter hatred. With enemies on all sides and war looming, she must navigate a world where trust is dangerously and power is everything. But in a place where secrets can kill, Bella will become one of her own, one that could get her killed.

"A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, a rider without their dragon is dead." -Article One, Section One of the Dragon Rider's Codex Come join Tavi as she tries to survive Basgiath War College, where she will experience friendship, battle, pain, and maybe even love.

While Violet spent her time pouring over books and preparing to join the scribes, Vala spent her time in the infirmary learning how to heal. That was until conscription day where her mother forced her and Violet to join the riders. Now she has to figure out how to survive the death sentence that is Basgiath, keep up on her studies, somehow bond a dragon, all while protecting her and her sister. Because if Vala knows anything, it's that nothing will stand between her and everything she's worked for. Okay so my very first fanficiton and I have absolutely no clue what I'm doing. A heavy OC story because Vala is everything I wish I could be and more. Hope you enjoy, but this is mostly purely for my entertainment.