Onyxstorm Stories

She crossed the Parapet with her eyes closed. No one knew her name. Not really. Not the riders, not the commandant. Not even the boy she once knew, who now leads the very quadrant she's been thrown into. Aeliana Sorynne is a survivor. Marked by magic, scarred by secrets, raised in the shadows of rebellion. Now, she enters Basgiath War College under a name no one remembers - carrying nothing but a rune, a memory, and the skills of someone who should've died years ago. Assigned to Fourth Wing, Tail Section, Second Squad, Aeliana must navigate brutal training, suspicious cadets, and the heavy eyes of dragons that seem to see more than they should. She's not here to be chosen. She's here to endure. But surviving is never that simple - not when her past walks the same halls, not when dragons are watching, and not when trust could mean everything... or cost her everything.

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

A collection of Fourth Wing Oneshots (or whatever scenarios I make up)! Prepare for angst, fluff, and happy ever afters for our favorite Fourth Wing characters! Recommendations are encouraged :) Probs gonna be mostly Slain bc I love them sm Note: NO SPICE keeping it pg ppl lol

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 )

A fanfic about the search for Xaden Riorson, Duke of Aretia, Husband to Violet Sorrengail.

Lilian Riorson has only ever had one purpose-vengeance. First, her father was taken from her during the uprising. Then, she was torn from her brother and forced into hiding for her own safety. Finally, Navarre's soldiers slaughtered the woman who raised her. Fueled by fury, Lilian sets her sights on Basgiath War College, determined to infiltrate Navarre and tear it down from within. But she isn't the only Riorson with a plan. As Lilian keeps her heritage a secret, forges dangerous alliances, and navigates the ruthless world of dragon riders, she soon discovers that her mission is far more complicated than she ever imagined. Love, loyalty, and fate all threaten to pull her in different directions-will she finish what she started, or will the truth change everything?

Sorcha Aoife is a Gods fearing loyalist to Navarre and is willing to put her life on the line to protect it. Well...was. When Sorcha finds that Navarre has been holding the deadly secrets of the Venin, her identity is lost. In the dead of night, she decides to start a new in Cliffsbane Flight Academy. She will fight for a spot back at the top like she once was at Basgaith but it won't be easy. Will she fall victim to become another pawn at war or will she be able to save the country she once loved, including the boy with scarlet eyes. A Fourth Wing Fanfiction

Beginning stages of a Garrick story- from The Empyrean.

ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE! THE EMPYREAN. in which the last living descendant of navvare's old royal bloodline figures out her country's secret and puts herself through basgiath in an effort to expose the corruption in their government and possibly help overthrow them in the process. . . in which qadira tanis and dain aetos hate each other until they can't afford to anymore. . . ( qadira tanis&dain aetos ) ( minor oc&oc(s), minor oc&sawyer henrick, minor oc&ridoc gamlyn ) fourth wing─onyx storm ©️ atinyidea april 2025

Onyx storm fanfic: this runs alongside the world of onyx storm. I have so much love for the story and just can't wait until the next one releases. So hopefully this can bridge the gap. Bodhi/ Aaric x FemOC ( unfinished ) Corinne grew up swimming the waters off of deverelli, sunning herself in her uncle's fishing boat, and taking slow walks up to Narelle's book shop in the evenings to gossip about all she'd read. She had everything planned, or rather, her uncle and the king did. She'd marry some amaryllis flier, when the time came. And in doing so forge an alliance with caldyr. She was but a pawn in an inconceivably vast chess board. It was an easy life, but sometimes it felt altogether too small, too set, like hopping from stone to stone across the river by her uncle's house. That was until one day Amara dove off her uncle's boat to follow a pod of shimmering dolphinium and found herself caught in a riptide. Swept out after them, by the time she came up for air she could barely see the shore. But it wasn't what she found out there, but what found her, that would save her. It would rip her carefully planned life to shreds.

Maple Arienvale is joining Bagsiath War College. She now has to survive the cutthroat world of Bagsiath while being discriminated and targeted due to her relic.

This is a short fanfic, describing a scene I would love to see in the fourth book. It takes place after Onyx Storm and it's the first time Violet and Xaden meet. All characters belong to Rebecca Yarros.

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 ! ]

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𝙆𝙞𝙧𝙖 𝙍𝙞𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙫𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. She is nothing but a threat and a target to all those entering Basgiath alongside her. Determined to step out of her brother's shadow, Kira puts as much distance between her and Xaden as possible. However, fate has other plans, specifically regarding her brother's best friend. Kira soon discovers that secrets in Basgiath run deep, and their price is blood. If she isn't careful, she could be the one atoning for them. Kira must quickly figure out who she can trust, and who is looking to place a dagger in her back. Basgiath is a labyrinth, and the only way to graduate is to endure─which may include enduring the annoyance of her brother's best friend, who can't seem to leave Kira alone. BOOK ONE - BORN OF BLOOD SERIES

"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.

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.

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.