Xaden Stories

Some people die quietly. They slip between seconds. Between breaths. Between the space of a heartbeat and the next. Their lives close like a book gently set down on a table. Pandora did not die quietly. She died mid-sentence, mid-argument, mid-life. She died with formulas half-memorized and coffee still warm in her hand. She died thinking about entropy and exam halls and whether she'd locked her apartment door. She did not die ready. And the worst part? She remembered it. This is not a story about fate choosing her. No prophecy circled her cradle. No stars aligned over her birth. She was not special. She was simply... misplaced. A girl who should have lived past nineteen. A girl who should have walked into a university hall and complained about thermodynamics and sent voice notes about how unfair life was. Instead, she woke up small. Helpless. In a world that did not care about second chances. In a kingdom built on stone and secrets. In a fortress where children were raised to fight before they were taught to hope. This is the story of Pandora - who died ordinary and woke up somewhere dragons rule the sky and survival is not guaranteed. She does not arrive powerful. She does not arrive prepared. She arrives screaming. And somewhere far above the fortress walls, something ancient shifts its wings. Because war does not pause for reincarnated girls. And Navarre does not soften for anyone. Xaden X OC reincarnated this is my first ff y'all . hope you enjoy lol? also I was inspired by my absolute beef with physics so-

Three years ago, Fen's apostasy failed, forcing Astraea Tavis into the Rider's Quadrant. She crosses the parapet, not breaking a sweat. She has trained harder than ever these past years. But she is pissed off at the cowards covering up the truth, and that anger just builds up inside her. How long will it take the authorities that putting her in the Quadrant was a bad idea? Because she will explode, and when she does, you'd better be far away. !!!This story starts before the events of Fourth Wing. It will follow Astraea through her years at Basgiath, up until Onyx Storm, when I will change the plot!!! All characters except my own belong to Rebecca Yarros! Started: 27/1/2026 || 27 Januari 2026 Finished: N/A Update schedule: Tuesday and Friday 5:00 P.M. CET (+1), if this changes I will notify you all. Highest accomplishment: - #4 in stars, 20,7K stories The Empyrean Series

Nestled deep within the Vale, the enigmatic Kingdom of Nazari remained a secret realm, its existence veiled from the outside world. For countless ages, it had sustained the Empyrean in secrecy. Arina Selene Adair, the last in line to Nazari's throne, knew no other home. But when an ancient hatchery emerges beyond the protective barriers, and whispers of a concealed metropolis reach the ears of Navarre, the balance of their worlds teeters on the edge. Based on the Empyrean Series By Rebecca Yarros

A love story of Violet and Xaden

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.

All she wanted was a chance in the healer's quadrant. A chance to heal people instead of being used as a weapon. How a simple shoulder slip of her long sleeve dress reviling her Mark changed everything. Now forced into the rider quadrant with people that believe that she died 6 years ago. *One Shot Fourth Wing fanfiction*

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Selene Quinnell is no stranger to pain. In fact, she's spent her whole life surrounded by it. Physically, and mentally. With walls higher than the tallest mountain peak in navarre, she's more than prepared to her next three years at basgaith alone... until a certain boy with onxy eyes returns to her life. Xaden Riorson x fem oc

just fourth wing memes that I found!!! none of these are my memes plz read!!!

One sister was prepared to be a scribe, the other broken and beaten in the name of becoming a rider and maintaining a legacy. The discovery of a rebellion leads to a change of events that no one could have seen coming. The loss of their older brother, leads to the loss of their father, which makes their mother makes some drastic changes. Both sisters are thrown into the riders quadrant on conscription day. What happens when they cross the parapet and lock eyes with the leader of the rebellions son Will they survive? Xaden x OC

Aleria is a Goddess. Little sister of Malek, the God of death. So why was she here in the mortal realm? To look after Malek's champion, Violet Sorrengail, and to stop the venin from overrunning Navarre. But, she can't get caught. And may the Gods help her when her resolve begins to be tested by none other than Garrick Tavis, aka the hottest mortal she's ever met.

Theo khẳng định của các bác sĩ tại Học viện Quân y thì trẻ em có thể uống được cây xạ đen như người lớn mà không có bất kỳ ảnh hưởng nào liên quan đến sức khỏe.

Theo khẳng định của các bác sĩ tại Học viện Quân y thì trẻ em có thể uống được cây xạ đen như người lớn mà không có bất kỳ ảnh hưởng nào liên quan đến sức khỏe.

Fourth Wing fanfiction. Twin sisters Elise and McKell Sorrengail are planning on living quiet lives as Healers. However, their lives are turned upside down when their cutthroat general mother orders them to enlist in the Rider's Quadrant, the most elite-and most deadly-Quadrant at Basgiath War College. They will need to use every bit of their wit and courage to survive to graduation, especially when Wingleader Xander Riorson is out for their blood.

A spoiler filled fanfic chapter of the 12 hours Violet lost at the end of Onyx Storm. Disclaimer: These are not my characters or story idea, all rights belong to Rebecca Yarros. This is a fan fiction writing occurring after the events in Onyx Storm.

Xaden x fem reader

Bodhi x Reader As a daughter of the Crown, you are expected to be loyal to the land and hate the marked ones for their parent's uprising, especially as it was your father who put them to death. But when you enter Basgiath War College, the same place your brother was killed at Threshing four years prior, you find yourself unable to hold a grudge against someone with a rebellion relic. All credit for original characters, plots and dialogue go to Rebecca Yarros - I only own the characters I have created.

Zadlynn Riorson had been the struggle of the Riorson family but she stayed strong in her. She became a general 3 years after graduation from the College which she almost died. She faced problems but something else was coming. Months ago her Aunt Mira who had raised her had suddenly had went missing the entire place of Narrave searched but couldn't find anything. Her parents had died years ago due to a rebellion. But love? Never had been thought about because she was so caught up in work. It was the most unexpected person Liam Moiri.

In a world where only the strongest survive the bond of dragon and rider, Valerie Jhones is a girl forged by pain - short, scarred, sharp-tongued, and far more dangerous than she appears. Haunted by memories she can't explain and a mark on her back she refuses to show, Valerie enters the Riders' Quadrant to claim a future that has always tried to break her. But when she bonds not one, but two of the rarest dragons alive - an obsidian beast of pure shadow and a snow-white dragon of eerie stillness - the world takes notice. And so do the wrong people. Whispers trail her. Dreams blur into visions. And deep in her skin, a strange tattoo pulses with something ancient, something forbidden - something awakening. As Valerie navigates the brutal politics and deadly tests of the Riders' stronghold, her dragons begin reacting to a presence that terrifies even them: Rhydian Veylor, a cold, hostile rider with a monstrous past and a dragon tied to ash and silence. He knows more than he says. He sees more than he should. And when their fates cross, his silence may be deadlier than any sword. Worse still, something else is stirring. A third presence. A creature of black and white scales, bound to death, time, and illusion - seeded in her dreams and tied to the mark she hides. Its name is only ever whispered: Nyxara. And when betrayal comes - as it always does - Valerie will learn that some marks aren't curses. They're calls to war. Rider... stay sharp, stay scarred, and don't get attached. Most of them won't survive the first week. But you? You're about to break the world Valerie. This story has elements*fourth wing*. Not entirely the same. Not all of these characters are mine. If you have read it before you will know what is mine and what isn't.