Basgiath Stories

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.

"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. Started: 11 April, 2026 - 11/04/2026 Finished: N/A

Rosalia Riorson was never supposed to be the one left behind. After Liam's death, grief turns into something sharper-something that points straight at Violet. Hate. Entering the quadrant alongside her best friend Sloane, Rosalia is ready to fight, to survive. To find out the secrets the kingdom has been hiding. The truth that had been promised to her- if she makes it. She wasn't supposed to fall in love again. Especially not with Aaric Graycastle. And in a place where secrets are deadly, falling for him might be the most dangerous choice of all. This is a Fanfiction based on Fourth Wing, out of the youngest Riorsons's view. The Characters and scenes were created by Rebecca Yarros (so all rights belong to her). I created Rosalia Riorson and wrote a few scenes I will try to update every saturday Thank you for reading Cover made with AI

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... It may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?

Mara Riorson is the younger sister Navarre tried to erase. Separated from Xaden after the rebellion, Mara was sent to Veyrhold, where she was watched, studied, and treated like a weapon waiting to happen. Years later, she enters Basgiath War College with a dangerous name. Xaden wants to protect her. Navarre wants to control her. Mara wants answers. And if they feared what the Riorsons could become together, they should have never let Mara survive alone.

"A Dragon Without It's Rider Is a Tragedy, A Rider Without Their Dragon Is Dead." 'Veilon' (n.) The Bittersweet beauty in what remains hidden, In secrets never spoken. Aeris Sterling Is The Daughter of General Sterling, General Augustine Melgren's aide. • Aeris was born with a Curse, Hidden by her mother for almost twenty years. What will happen now? Her mother wanted her to stand out. But she never wanted that, she never liked to be the center of attention. Was that going to change? Or would she able to remain away from the eyes of others? • • • • |[ Garrick Tavis x Female OC]| !All Characters and Some events and storyline Belong to Rebecca Yarros Other than the Characters and Events I Add!

Basgiath war nie ein Ort für gewöhnliche Menschen. Hier lernen Reiter, mit Drachen zu fliegen, Klingen zu führen und sich in einer Welt zu behaupten, in der Schwäche keinen Platz hat. Kayla Ashthorne kennt diese Regeln. Sie kennt die Gefahren, die in den Schatten der Akademie lauern. Sie weiß, wann man kämpfen muss, wann Schweigen klüger ist - und vor allem, dass Vertrauen einen Preis haben kann. Drei Jahre lang war Basgiath ihr Zuhause. Drei Jahre voller Training, Blut, Drachen und Missionen. Drei Jahre, in denen Kayla gelernt hat, sich auf niemanden außer sich selbst zu verlassen. Bis sich etwas verändert. Zunächst sind es nur Kleinigkeiten. Dinge, die niemand außer ihr zu bemerken scheint. Ein seltsames Gefühl. Ein Schatten, der dort nicht sein sollte. Spuren, für die es keine Erklärung gibt. Und während Kayla versucht herauszufinden, was sich zwischen den Mauern von Basgiath verbirgt, gerät ausgerechnet derjenige immer wieder in ihre Nähe, mit dem sie sich seit Jahren einen Krieg aus Worten liefert. Zwischen Drachenfeuer und Stahl, gefährlichen Missionen und unausgesprochenen Wahrheiten beginnt eine Verbindung zu entstehen, gegen die sich keiner von beiden wehren kann. Doch manche Geheimnisse bleiben nicht verborgen. Und manche Dinge, die im Dunkeln lauern, wollen nicht gefunden werden. Denn manchmal ist die gefährlichste Grenze nicht die zwischen Freund und Feind. Sondern die zwischen dem, was man weiß - und dem, was man vergessen hat. Eine inoffizielle Fanfiction im Universum von Rebecca Yarros' Empyrean-Reihe.

Basgiath War College was built to break people. Elara Veyra only came to survive it. But between dragons, deadly riders, and the strange gravity pulling her toward people she never meant to care about, surviving quickly becomes the easiest part. Mature themes | Canon-typical violence All rights go to Rebecca Yarros except for my original character(s) and added storylines.

We all have secrets. But how much is one willing to sacrifice to keep them hidden? Laila has spent her life at the outpost where her parents were stationed, on the border of Navarre, along with her twin brother, believing she knows where she belongs. Until her father takes her on a camping trip, that will turn her life upside down. What Laila believes will be an ordinary trip into the wilderness, instead leads her to the place her father grew up and abandoned more than a decade ago. There, she discovers the truth Navarre has spent centuries trying to bury. Determined to protect the people she loves, Laila makes promises she may not be able to keep and choices she can never take back. Now, with The Parapet ahead of her and a deadly quadrant waiting on the other side, Laila must swallow her pride and learn how to play by the rules she never wanted to follow. Because if she wants to keep her family safe, she'll have to become someone she never thought she could be. Lies. Death. Hatred. They'll become her greatest weapons. Or so she thought.

After a nasty fall when she was three, Blossom woke in the hospital with a crazy ability... telepathy! Little did she know it is more of a curse than a gift. When she was six her mother died and her father kicked her out of the house. At the ripe old age of seven Blossom had been living in the streets for nine months already when she (physically) ran into a strange boy, not from around here. Brought back with her new friend, Blossom finds a new family in Aretia, where she grows closer with Xaden. After the apostasy fell Xaden was dragged away from her after a final promise to find her again. Navarre should have know better than to keep the prince of Tyrrendor away from his best friend, because anyone could tell you that he would burn the world for her. And she would tear the world apart to reach his side again. Xaden X Fem OC All credit goes to Rebeca Yarros I only created the oc and her storyline. I would also like to mention that I have taken ideas from other people's stories and worked them into my own story so credit there as well.

A Fourth Wing fanfic //// Memento Mori / beno praeesset omnia - Remember you must die Memento mori (Latin for "remember (that you have) to die") is an artistic or symbolic trope acting as a reminder of the inevitability of death.//// Narrated by my oc, Eirafia Riorson, the story occurs side by side with the events of Fourth Wing and Iron Flame.

#THIS IS A FANFICTION# My version of the third instalment to the Empyrean series by Rebecca Yarros because I am dying for more content and we were left on such a hideous cliffhanger.

Twenty year old Sloane Mairi, sister to Liam Mairi, and daughter of Colonel Mairi and Isaac Mairi, Awaits her brothers first letter of his second year, before she can leave for the Riders Quadrant and see him again.

"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.

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.

Eliana Rosewood is about to start her first year in the deadliest quadrant at Basgiath College. The only problem is that she is not going willingly. As a marked one and a child of the leaders of the Tyrrish rebellion she and countless others are to be conscripted to enter the Riders Quadrant at Basgiath War College. The only solace she feels at having to enter the death college is to see her childhood best friend and the first boy she ever gave her heart to , Xaden Riorson. Her and Xaden haven't seen each other since the day that their parents were executed six years ago. He will do whatever it takes to make sure she survives and she will do everything in her power to make sure that he never has to face the darkness alone, even if it means walking through it herself.

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!

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!)