Wingleader Stories

Most cadets don't survive the Selection. They fall from the parapet, get torn apart during bonding, or break under the weight of what it takes to become a dragon rider. But Zara Kaine didn't claw her way out of the working districts to die in some academy ritual. The iron runs deep in her family, and she'll prove it or die trying. When she bonds with Tempest, a storm dragon as fierce and uncompromising as she is, Zara thinks she's won. But surviving the Selection is just the beginning. Now she has to navigate brutal combat training, deadly war games, and the one thing more dangerous than any of it: her wing leader, Commander Thane Corvus. He's brilliant, lethal, and strictly off-limits. Fraternization could end both their careers. But in a world where tomorrow isn't guaranteed, some rules are made to be broken.

Isla Sorrengail has spent her life surviving in the shadows, sharpening her instincts like a blade. But Basgiath War College is not the kind of battlefield she was trained for. Here, brute strength means little without a dragon willing to bond, and power is earned through blood and strategy. No one knew she existed before she arrived-not the cadets glaring at her back, not the instructors watching her every move, not even the sister who should have known. But Isla is not here to make friends. She is here to claim what was stolen from her-her name, her family, her place in the world. But Basgiath is built to break the weak. And Isla? She has no intention of breaking. Even when rivals seek revenge. Even when her own past hunts her down. Even when the wingleader with shadows in his eyes-Xaden Riorson-watches her like he's trying to unravel her secrets. She will not falter. She will not kneel. She will not lose. Because Isla Sorrengail has already lost everything once. And she refuses to do it again.

"I have only ever known loss and ruin. I lost my father. I lost my home. I lost my people. I lost whatever power I had just so I could protect what was left of my legacy. Now I know none of it ever mattered to me the way you do." This is a story about what true feelings mean when compared to the absurd force of a broken heart. How love may disappear but never truly leaves you behind. How friendship can become love and then nothing at all. A dragon without its mate is death incarnate. A rider without his soulmate is death still breathing.

It was always expected from her to be the best. Best fighter, best strategis, best in every subject, the best rider. Her mother knew from very begining that she will be a rider, not by the eyes, no, simply because she said so and didn't let her even wish for anything else. She wasnt favorite child she wasnt even wanted. The only thing that kept her sane for these years were also the only ones in the way for her on her way for her mothers throne - her two older siblings. Follow Rira on her way that tests not only her sanity but also her loyality... fmc × xaden riorson *I own only my characters (partly) and the ideas, everything else belongs to Rebecca Yarros. There will be events only from Fourth wing and Iron flame and also it doesnt totaly follow the time line.*