Basgiath Stories

Fourth Wing - oc Riorson X oc Melgren In a world where dragons choose their riders-and those who survive the Quadrant's brutal training-the stakes are higher than life itself. Charlotte Melgren thought she understood her place in the Riders Quadrant... until she discovers secrets about her past that could change everything. Trained in shadows and signets she barely understands, she's forced to navigate deadly rivalries, merciless instructors, and dragons that could kill her before she even mounts them. Then there's Xander, twin of Xaden, both cold, lethal, and infuriatingly magnetic. He's the light wielder everyone fears, yet the only one standing between her and certain death. Between dragon bonds, deadly Threshing trials, and political games that span generations, Charlotte must learn one thing: survival isn't just about skill-it's about trust, strategy, and the secrets she keeps... even from herself. Secrets, loyalty, betrayal, and a touch of forbidden attraction. Welcome to Basgiath.

In my world, Fourth Wing was just that: a story. A fantasy book full of action, betrayal, dragons, sexual tension thick enough to cut through... and a man with dark eyes and tattoos like war scars who stole my breath with a single word. Xaden Riorson. The character I was never supposed to fall for-because he was fiction. Because he didn't exist. Until he did. Until I woke up in a body that wasn't mine, in a reality that shouldn't exist. And they called me Seryna Valenforth. I didn't know if I was dead, dreaming, or cursed. I only knew I wasn't in my bed anymore, not in my room in the real world, but in a castle-with a list of future corpses parading through my memory. I already knew their names: Jack Barlowe, Amber Mavis, Dain Aetos, even Violet Sorrengail... all pieces on a board that was about to break. And I was inside it. Part of me refused to believe it, but the other... the other was ready. I'd read Fourth Wing so many times I could recite entire lines by heart. I knew who lived. Who died. When. How. Why. And most importantly: I knew who I wanted to save. Liam. My loyal, sweet soldier whose death still hurt, even if he was made of ink and paper. Sloane. A little girl with too much darkness and too many stories behind her eyes. Andarna, my favorite dragon. And yes... him too. Xaden Riorson. I wanted it all. His gaze. His respect. His desire. Even his warnings wrapped in veiled threats. I wasn't going to give up that place. This time, I would be the one to face him on the sparring mat. I would be the one to make him hesitate. The one who became the weakness he never saw coming. And maybe, his strength too. Change the story. Even if it cost me my life. Because this was no longer a book. And I was no longer a reader. I was a player. And this time... the Empire had no idea who they were playing with.

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.

"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.

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 for 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 be updating every wednesday and saturday (starting from chapter 10) Thank you for reading Cover made with AI

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.

[A Fourth Wing based fiction] ... ------------- She's fiery and full of emotions she has yet to conquer. Asael Pierce was forced into the riders Quadrant, the rebellion relic inked into her skin sealing her fate. She's a fighter and always has been, but since the death of her younger sister, getting out of bed has become the first challenge she faces every day. Will Asael be able to overcome her past? Will she be able to claw her way through Basgiath War College where the only goal is to bond to a dragon or die trying? Will she be able to survive her fellow cadets, or will her own mind be her demise? "The name 'Asael' means 'made by God', but which one?" - Unknown -------------- !DISCLAIMERS!: 1. All characters belong to me. Similarities between my characters and those from Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros are completely coincidental. 2. World building credit goes to Rebecca. 3. This story has nothing to do with the original characters from Fourth Wing. This story has nothing to do with the original plot from Fourth Wing. I am merely using the world building. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy!! ꨄ

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.

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.

"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.

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. All rights go to Rebecca Yarros except for my original character(s) and added storylines.

𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙪𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨. The prophecy has been set in motion, and the Aretian wards are failing. Kira refuses to lose her home again, so she must travel far beyond the wards in search of allies─and most importantly, a cure. The odds are stacked against them in every way possible, but Kira is determined to succeed. She will not lose another person to this war. Kira's journey will test her in every way as she clashes with destiny in an attempt to forge her own fate. But how far is she willing to go for the people she loves─and how far are they willing to go for her? Can she fight the prophecy or will it bind her just as it did to those that came before? After all, when fate calls, all must answer. BOOK THREE - BORN OF BLOOD SERIES

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.

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 : ?

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!)

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

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.

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