Basgiath Stories

"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.

"𝕃𝕚𝕗𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕓𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕕." --- She's the princess that was left for the dragons to kill. She's the one who should've died at ten. Instead, she bonded with the rarest of them all - a Black Daggertail - at ten. She'll come back and enter the door that has been closed for most of her life. And you'd do better to run in the opposite direction, because under the niceties lies something else - a lethal coldness - something that kills effortlessly. No one knows about the many secrets that she keeps. And maybe that's good. It is safer like that. No one will get killed. Hopefully, at least. --- Pre-FW -- OS Information will not be distributed like in the original books! Read at your own risk.

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

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.

"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.

Vlatka Aerion grew up knowing that she would be a dragon rider , training and studying her entire life for it is what is expected of the descendants of the first dragon riders isn't it ? Well it's what she had been told her entire planned out life . Now that she is at Basgiath she is on her own , being surrounded by more people with different perspectives is new . Everything is exactly like what she is told it would be like yet is it still so nerve racking . no beta we die like liam look the idea came from me thinking we didn't have enough time with Liam and so here we are welcome to my attempt at giving him more person to it

Ella Tavis has always been a fighter-sharp-tongued, fearless, and unafraid to take on anyone, even Xaden Riorson her brothers best firend. Growing up, he teased her mercilessly, sparring with ease and laughing as she struggled. But their world shatters when General Sorrengail kills their parents, scattering them to separate foster homes. Years later, fate reunites them at Basgiath. Ella is ready to prove she's no longer a child to be mocked, and Xaden... well, Xaden is now a Wing Leader who thrives on control and challenges. Sparks fly, tempers flare, and the tension between them is undeniable. In a world of wings, fire, and danger, can enemies survive the heat of desire-or will it burn them both?

( first attempt to write a fourth wing fanfic. Xaden X OC | pre Violet | slow updates ) When Juliet crossed the parapet, she never expected to catch the eye of the brooding wing leader Xaden, neither to bond with a dragon as unique as herself. Meet Juliet and Tyra, a rider and a dragon, both outcasts with trust issues. .... Crossposting on ao3 and Inkspired (lottijengels)

Aeloria Tauri returns not as a princess, but as something far more dangerous. The girl who once wore her crown like a weapon has been sharpened into one. Basgiath has stripped her down to bone and rebuilt her in fire, leaving behind the entitled daughter of King Tauri and forging a rider who understands the true cost of power. But survival was only the beginning. Because now, the truth she's uncovered threatens to unravel everything she thought she knew, about her kingdom, her family, and herself. With rebellion simmering beneath the surface and war looming closer than ever, Aeloria finds herself caught between two worlds: the one she was born to rule and the one she's begun to believe in. Loyalties fracture, alliances shift, and the line between enemy and ally blurs until it's almost unrecognisable. And then there's him. What began as something dangerous has become something impossible to ignore. Loving a rebel was never part of the plan, but neither was becoming one. Haunted by the choices she's made and the blood she's spilled, Aeloria must decide who she truly is: the heir to a broken throne, or the girl willing to burn it to the ground. Because this time, it's not just her life at stake. It's the entirety of her kingdom. [ Garrick Tavis x OC Female Character] [ All rights reserved ! ]

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.

"Why did you choose me?" "I can't always see, but I have always been able to hear your heart, and it is what inside that matters most." ---------------------------------------- Join Calista as she tries to survive the Rider's Quadrant of Basgiath War College. So many things are working against her, but she still manages to persevere.

A new start is what's vital to her survival. And that new start led her to Malek's doorstep. Maybe her choice was stupid, but not an uncommon one. After passing the Basgiath War College entrance exam, crossing the Parapet might be the new start Soairse Demaris craves. With Malek-- the god of death-- so frightening close, can she survive? What should happen if she lives to Threshing? Is the man she meets, Atlas Gatlyn, going to be the one who forces Saoirse to the gods' realm? Is her story fated to end stabbed by a fellow cadet or charred by a dragon's scorching flame? To all my fellow readers who fell in love with the Fourth Wing series by Rebecca Yarros as I have; here is my personal take on the extraordinary world Yarros has woven. Please note I am not an experienced writer and am bound to mix things up! I will try to follow the original setting as best as possible! Thank you! XX. P.S. There is romance-- of course, there is, this is Wattpad, isn't it? To all my girlies who love a good Enemies-to-lovers; today's your day! Enjoy! P.P.S. Unfortunately, there won't be much involvement of Xaden or Violet. They will be mentioned, but they will not play any direct roles within the story, sorry! I will also avoid referencing Iron Flame/any crucial plot details to Fourth Wing to avoid spoilers.

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.

Alia wasn't supposed to be there. One moment she was reading about dragons, riders, and a war. The next, she woke up inside the brutal world of Basgiath War College - where failure means death and every event is leading up to the ending she doesn't know. She knows who will survive. She knows who won't. Until the end of book three. Knowledge is dangerous in a world where power is everything. When her signet manifests she realizes the truth: if anyone learns both what she can do and what she knows, she'll never make it out of Basgiath alive. So she hides the truth. Pretends she belongs. And tries not to change the story too much, no matter how much she want's to save the characters she loves so much. OC x Liam - book 1 | OC x **** - book 2&3 | OC x ***** - end game Isekai Series | A Empyrean Fan-Fiction series. This is a story about a girl who loves the books, who ends up in the world itself. Battling with her heart and head on saving and helping the characters she has fallen in love with. Oh, and trying to survive. This is book one out of what I'm planning to be five, following along with Rebecca Yarros's Empyrean series. I do not own the story or the characters, only Alia.

{fem oc × fem!oc Tavis} ----------------------------- "Why are you here then?" "Pride, I guess." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ -There are many thieves of does, but only one thief of scales, Feathered One.- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I dreamt of a girl, of a lithe build, and with hands prone to heal. Her face was blurred, but I had a feeling that she had very pretty eyes, and when I woke up I didn't feel alone for the first time. Or: a healer with bloodied hands and a feathered-tail dragon look at the moon, and wish (Copyright go to Rebecca Yarros)

Shackled in a cell for what feels like an eternity after rebelling against the country for her beliefs, and her family's. Zeira Riorsen has been given one final chance to prove her loyalty by joining the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College. It's her only path out of the dark, stinking hole of her cell, and she will do whatever it takes to avoid going back, even if it means betraying those she loves.

Three years ago, Fen's apostasy failed, forcing Astraea Tavis into the Rider's Quadrant. She crosses the parapet, not breaking a sweat. She has trained harder than ever these past years. But she is pissed off at the cowards covering up the truth, and that anger just builds up inside her. How long will it take the authorities that putting her in the Quadrant was a bad idea? Because she will explode, and when she does, you'd better be far away. !!!This story starts before the events of Fourth Wing. It will follow Astraea through her years at Basgiath, up until Onyx Storm, when I will change the plot!!! All characters except my own belong to Rebecca Yarros! Started: 27/1/2026 || 27 Januari 2026 Finished: N/A Update schedule: I will take a break from this story for a bit, and try to find more motivation to write :) Highest accomplishment: - #4 in stars, 20,7K stories The Empyrean Series

"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.

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 ]