Forthwing Stories

My name is Feyre Hartborn. I live the land of Etror. I do what I must to survive, to feed my only family. But when Im caught I lose all I have. I must flee and I can never return. There is nothing I live for, but I must for the good of my dragon. So we leave Etror to find another destiny. _____________________________ These are my ideas. Do not copy. I have taken inspiration from the Fourth Wing saga by Rebecca Yarros - its a fanfic. English is not my fist language so If you ever see any mistakes, please let me know and Im also always open to criticism. The chapters might be short and I dont have a lot of text yet but I will try to write as fast as I can. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

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As a child, there were only a few things I knew for sure. No.1, I was going to be a rider or die trying; No.2, When I turned of age I would end up married to Xaden Riorson; No.3. Those who didn't fight, died; No.4. Avoid Sorrengails. Half of those things have changed, and I never cared enough to make a new list. But when I get confused or my emotions get the better of me, I repeat those things. Well, that's apparently a bad idea when you're trying not to be noticed by your childhood friends. "Last time I checked I'm your superior" "Last time I checked I don't give a fuck" Violet Sorrengail x OC x Xaden Riorson

Irria Drakar is a princess of a foreign and rumored land, Evalerria. Once Famous for its unique mineral ( promethium ) the once kingdom of eden burnt, taken down from the inside. Irria is now of age to serve in the riders quadrant of Basgaith War College where dragons and riders unite for training, and potential war. Irria has the power of Elemental summoning, she can manipulate the earth, the skies, and even minds... but what irria cant let anyone know is the extent of her powers once she bonded to an albino dragon named Balerion, unless she likes the sound of sudden death. Irria is a reserved character, smart, innocent and skilled in combat with her weapon of choice being a sword. While it lasts anyway... Garrick Tavis is her love internet. Ridoc Gamlyn is her best friend. Most charachters Belong to Rebecka Yarros as well as most the storyline. I have added my own personal aspect into it ( my shifting scenarios )

I OWN NO RIGHT TO THESE CHARACTERS!!!!!!! these character belong to Rebeca yarrows. I just wanted to share the image that i have had in my mind for a long time now There is no particular time for this but liam and Quinn are alive. What songs would be sung if they all went out for karaoke

Elara, a fiery and unyielding force, must navigate a world filled with betrayal, shifting allegiances, and the relentless weight of a fractured legacy. Torn between duty and personal desire, she is forced to confront a past shaped by manipulation and an impossible love with Garrick, a man whose cruelty once shattered her heart. As their paths intertwine again, Elara must decide whether to embrace the fire within her to seek vengeance or shield the fragile peace she's fought so hard to preserve. But the echoes of the past threaten to consume everything she holds dear. This is simply an exercise in my writing and something I am not sure will be finished.

Sienna sobrevivio no solo al Cuadrante, tambien a un enfrentamiento de venin. Pero al descubrir lo que descubrio gracias a su madre, hay cambios en ella, en su relacion con Violet y Xaden y en el Cuadrante

En algún lugar entre galaxias olvidadas y mundos donde los dragones aún respiran fuego... el destino volvió a abrir una puerta. El mundo la olvidó. Coruscant, la Orden Jedi, su hogar... incluso el hombre al que amaba creyó haberla perdido para siempre. Pero Kaelyra no murió. Despertó en otro mundo. Uno donde los cielos rugen con alas de escamas y fuego. Donde los dragones no son mitos, sino guardianes. Donde los débiles no sobreviven, y los fuertes apenas resisten. En Basgiath, nadie recuerda la Fuerza. Nadie ha oído hablar de sables de luz o senadores. Aquí, el poder es otra cosa. Más antigua. Más salvaje. Y más peligrosa. Separada de Anakin por dimensiones que desafían toda lógica, Kaelyra solo tiene una certeza: él la está buscando. Puede sentirlo. En las noches más silenciosas, en los sueños que arden, en el eco que deja su nombre cuando lo susurra al viento. Y mientras tanto, Anakin Skywalker, el Elegido, desobedece las órdenes del Consejo, deserta de la Orden, y se lanza al borde exterior, guiado solo por visiones y esperanzas rotas. Con Obi-Wan a su lado, deja atrás todo lo que conoce por una sola verdad: Ella sigue viva. Y él la encontrará. Pero el tiempo juega en su contra. Kaelyra no solo lucha por sobrevivir. Lucha por no olvidar. Porque entre batallas, vínculos con dragones y miradas oscuras que la desarman, el recuerdo de Anakin se difumina... Y las estrellas no siempre conducen al hogar.

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.

Xaden Riorson dachte, er hätte herausgefunden, wie er an diesem Ort überleben kann. Jetzt, in seinem letzten Jahr am Basgiath War College ist er in den Rang eines Geschwaderführers aufgestiegen. Er konzentriert sich auf eine Sache: Jedes Kind der Rebellion mit einem Drachen zu verbinden. Dann kann die eigentliche Arbeit beginnen. Aber er hatte nicht damit gerechnet, dass Violet Sorrengail, die Tochter des Generals, dem Reiterquadrant beitritt. Sie sollte nicht hier sein und sie ist dabei, jeden seiner Pläne, zu Nichte zu machen. Kann er ihr vertrauen? Und was noch wichtiger ist, kann er sich selbst vertrauen? ________________________________ Alle rechte dieser Geschichte gehören belle_beebee

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.

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.

Aella Melgren daughter of the famous and ruthless General Melgren is entering her third year at Basgiath War College. Aella hates what her father did to the rebellion and forcing the marked ones into the War College. Through the last 2 years she has been earning the trust of the marked ones and now helps run the secret rebellion. Aella Melgreen and her boyfriend Garrick Tavis, her best friend/brother figure Xaden Riorson, and Bodih Durran are inseparable because of years of hardships, trust, and loyalty to each other. When Aella learns that Violet Sorrengail her old childhood best friend is joining the riders quadrant she now has to protect Violet and help her survive the deadly war college. (If you see any grammar mistakes or any other mistakes please write them in the comments.)