Mirasorrengail Stories

"I saw you yesterday, I didn't even say hi I know you don't deserve that, but I couldn't find the words I let them out in my best friend's car Just callin' you things that I know you aren't A gaslighter, a fake-ass crier, and stupid An impostor, but I'm a liar, 'cause the truth is I don't wanna let you go Holdin' on to threads of hope I'd rather hate you if I don't get to have you anymore Sorry that I've been so cold Maybe it was all my fault I had to make you the enemy so I can keep you close Oh, I'm covered in tears in this parkin' lot Holdin' this grudge 'cause it's all I've got Four years and so many bad fights Blackouts and little white lies It's easier to look back and leave But all the good nights Said goodbye in your parents' yard Was callin' you things that I know you are And you're a player, manipulator But the truth is" In which Mary Stuart is reborn as Cora Waldorf, and Violet Sorrengail, falling in love with three men above all others; Francis, Chuck Bass, and Xaden Riorson, and now everyone is pulled in to watch her lives.

Wingleader Beatrix Redden is the queen of Basgiath War College. A member of the first group of Marked Ones to enter Basgiath, she is determined to look after the one hundred and six others who bear the same ink. When along with her best friend's little brother, comes a timid, little onyx-eyed thing allegedly the son of the great Fen Riorson, Trix is set on him surviving. For that, she must first help him survive his classmates, especially a certain third year Sorrengail. This story features original characters (Beatrix Redden, Lennon Tavis, Tamsin Rilke etc) as well as characters from Fourth Wing (Xaden Riorson, Garrick Tavis, Mira Sorrengail etc) Credits to Rebecca Yarros, the author of Fourth Wing for her characters and fictional world. Please do not copy or steal from my book! Also, I am consistently editing these chapters so if there is anything you think could be improved please let me know! [swearing is present in this fanfic]

**𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄** ⚔️🔥❤️🐉 For centuries, the Empyrean have told a lie. For years, the Empyrean have kept a secret. Two girls, born from opposite sides - one of the rebellion - a separist's daughter , one from the command- raised together. By dragons. In secret. Both girls hold signets and power that could make or break the rebellion, two of the most powerful riders alive. But what happens when they learn of the conflict of the rebellion and the war, and want to join to fight? --- 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐀𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐬 - a destroyer of armies. 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐬 - a mender meant to heal the broken. -- Romance, secrets and lies... welcome, again, to Basgaith War College... and join the Revolution...

"In ancient halls where shadows cling, The dragons roar, the echoes sing. Walking the edge where darkness fall, One step from the fire, one slip takes it all. A dragon without its rider is a tragedy, A rider without their dragon is death to me Set me on fire, let the flames consume, I'll rise from the ashes, my power is doom Wings of power, hearts of flame, Together we rise and legends are made. The storm is raging, the sky's alive, With every breath, I fight to survive. The wind screams louder, the flames grow high, A rider'a heart burns, never dies." In which a girl is reborn as Violet Sorrengail.

"So little did I know That there's no turning back once you've committed the crime Oh, how far I had to go Too bad I never saw the warning signs in her eyes Trying to escape, better yet disappear From the person staring at me in the mirror 'Cause she looks more and more unknown to me every day And I tried relentlessly to keep her here But she wants the end for us both to be near Now it's either her or me Only one of us can stay So let this be my battle cry 'Cause I'm fighting for my life And I won't stop until I've made my way back to safe haven No need for an alibi When it's just me, myself, and I But this time I'm gonna rise up and find myself liberated Oh-oh-oh Let go, let go Loosen up your choke hold I can't breathe when you keep me in your grip Who would have known My very own shadow Would reach out its foot hoping that I trip Kick me when I'm already down Then just leave me there on the ground dying Alone, alone 'Til you want one more go And I brace myself to do it again" In which a girl is reborn as Violet Sorrengail.

in which Dahlia Sorrengail can't help but play games, and Xaden Riorson can't help but get caught up in them.

Xayden Riorson is 20 years old. And he's about to be enlisted into the Basgiath War College; the Riders Quadrant, and not out of his own free will. Since the fall of his kingdom, Xayden has been parted from all his friends and family. He swore the lives of them all on his back when he was only 16, just to see her one more time. But things are different since the last time he saw her. Yes my name is the characters name. And what?🤨🤨 Also ps. I haven't read Onyx Storm yet. Cover ain't mine obviously.

Step back into the world of Fourth Wing with this anthology of heartfelt, emotional, and intimate one-shots exploring the lives of Violet Sorrengail and Xaden Riorson beyond the battlefield. From tender domestic moments to raw, vulnerable trials of love, family, and survival, these stories dive into the hidden spaces between battles, the quiet nights, the unspoken promises, and the futures worth fighting for. Whether it's Violet navigating motherhood, Xaden learning the rhythm of fatherhood, or the two of them facing their deepest fears together, each one-shot captures the raw intensity of their bond in a way that will make you laugh, cry, and hold your breath. Here you'll find: ✨ Domestic softness between chaos ✨ Heart-wrenching vulnerability and healing ✨ Tender parenting moments with their two children ✨ Grief, joy, and the unbreakable bond between mates ✨ Glimpses of friendship, family, and found home in Aretia Every chapter is a new window into their world, a chance to linger in their love story a little longer. Because even in a land of dragons, rebellion, and war... sometimes the most powerful battles are fought in the quiet moments, in the choices to love, protect, and endure.