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#1 in Xaden Riorson Mia Roy was a middle school- and sometimes high school- history teacher. But she's also a normal human being, with normal human hobbies. Like reading. Specifically, romantasy books with morally grey male leads. So naturally, she's read Fourth Wing. But what happens when she falls- literally- into it? Suddenly, she's no longer dealing with bratty twelve-year-olds but with dragons, battle-training, and one very infuriating, dangerously attractive wingleader who has a knack for making her heart race. Basgiath may have dragons, but Mia's dealt with screaming eight-year-olds. Basgiath may have war, but Mia's dealt with staff room seating charts that insisted on putting her next to the creepy math professor. Basgiath may have the parapet and the threshing and a thousand other life-threatening situations, but Mia had dealt with The Lunchroom Debacle of 2023. #1 in Xaden #1 in Fourth Wing #1 in Meta #1 in Violet #1 in Xaden Riorson #1 in Empyrean #1 in Rebecca Yarros #1 in Violet Sorrengail #3 in Romantasy #1 in Iron Flame #1 in Onyx Storm Winner of the Cherry Blossom Fanfiction Awards DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN FOURTH WING. THE SERIES IS OWNED BY REBECCA YARROS. SOME SCENES IN THIS BOOK WILL BE TAKEN FROM THE ORIGINAL BOOKS AS THE PLOT OF MY FANFIC IS HER FALLING INTO THE BOOKS. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN THOSE SCENES Started: September 16th, 2026 Completed: 28th March 2026 (with bonus chapters being published)

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.

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

"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

They couldn't find her, so they erased all traces of her existence. She was never meant to show up again. Never meant to be seen by anyone. But she decided to step out of the shadows, and onto the parapet. - Started: 6/11-2025

Some are born to rule. Others are forced to. Verena Valois never wanted the throne, but fate has other plans. To survive Basgiath War College, she must fight-not as a princess, but as a rider. She came for Ryuga Vaenor, her best friend, her only constant. But Basgiath is ruthless, and survival demands strength, not sentiment. Then there's Xaden Riorson-a complication she doesn't need. Dangerous, infuriating, impossible to ignore. Hatred fuels their every encounter, sharp as a blade's edge, yet beneath the fury lies something far more lethal. Shadows cling to them both, secrets buried too deep to be spoken. And in a world where trust is a death sentence, desire is even deadlier. Meanwhile, Ryuga Vaenor watches from the sidelines, his love for Verena a silent war he cannot win. But in a place where loyalty is a weapon and love is a weakness, will he be her shield-or her downfall? The Valois and Vaenor stand apart from Navarre-kingdoms of their own, bound by no oaths, ruled by no outside power. Their strength is undeniable, their histories woven deep into the fabric of war and dominance. The Valois dragons, the first and strongest, bow to no one, their fire hotter, their magic deeper than Navarre dares to claim. Their presence alone is a declaration: they do not take sides-they are the side. As whispers of rebellion rise, Verena must make a choice: embrace the destiny she never wanted-or burn trying to escape it. "Not all wars are fought in daylight. Some begin where shadows meet." Stay tuned & don't forget to vote & comment! ♡

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

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.

"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.

♡ In which, Remi Martin finds out that he friend fell into the world of Fourth Wing and runs into none other than Ridoc Gamlyn. ♡ UPDATE SCHEDULE: https://docs.google.com/document/d/12LPfywtfjN7KRwOZjnUv2tGuak1McEApiditgMEudO4/edit?usp=sharing

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

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.

Hi everyone! This is a Fourth Wing fanfic, the credits of the caracter and world go to Rebecca Yarros the creator of the saga. This story is set after Onyx Storm and I'm writing it before the new books release. ✨ 🖤~I live by her, and I won't fully turn Venin while she still loves me, while that ring is on her finger.~🖤✨ Be mindful English isn't my first language !

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 )

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.

Fourth wing fanfic [Contains spoilers for the empyrean series] OC+BOHDI DURRAN Twenty-year-old Elodie Fuirmann was made for the Riders Quadrant. Thrown into foster care after her parents were executed for aiding the apostasy Elodie has been trained for combat, preparing to become a lethally honed weapon for Navarre to use at its disposal. A rider. However, as her first year at Basgiath War College brings a tsunami of history, betrayal, and twisted romance, Elodie finds herself lost. Her one and only allegiance will be to herself, and her dragon. Elodie's one goal this year is to bond a dragon, and nothing will get in her way....until she reunites with the dark-eyed, dark-haired Bodhi Durran, her childhood crush and her world tilts on it's axis.