Fireborn | Fourth Wing |

Fireborn | Fourth Wing |

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Fantasy
Fireborn (n.) A soul forged in fire, bound by fate, and destined to rise from the ashes. A force of nature, untamed and unstoppable. One who does not kneel, does not break, and does not beg for survival-because they were never meant to perish in the first place.* - Nyxara was never meant to exist. A ghost in the records. A weapon without a master. A secret the world was never supposed to uncover. But fate doesn't care for rules, and destiny has never played fair. Thrown into the Riders Quadrant, she steps into a world where power is earned in blood and survival is a privilege, not a right. Where dragons choose their riders, but even they don't always understand the forces at play. Where history is a lie waiting to be unraveled, and the dead whisper secrets no one wants to hear. One woman. Two deadly secrets. Three men who will either rise with her-or be reduced to ash. The sky is a battlefield. The ground is a graveyard. And Nyxara is about to prove that only fire decides who is worthy of the throne. This story is based off of Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros
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A dragon without its rider is a tragedy. A rider without their dragon is dead. - Article One, Section One, The Dragon Rider's Codex "Anyone else feel like changing their mind?" Xaden shouts, scanning the remaining rows of cadets with the same shrewd gaze of the navy-blue dragon behind him. "No? Excellent. Roughly half of you will be dead by this time next summer." The formation is silent except for a few untimely sobs from my left. "A third of you again the year after that, and the same your last year. No one cares who your mommy or daddy is here. Even King Tauri's second son died during his Threshing. So tell me again: Do you feel invincible now that you've made it into the Rider's Quadrant? Untouchable? Elite?" No one cheers. Another blast of heat rushes - this time directly at my face - and every muscle in my body clenches, preparing for incineration. But it's not flames... just steam, and it blows back Rhiannon's braid as the dragons finish their simultaneous exhale. The breeches on the first-year ahead of me darken, the color spreading down his legs. They want us scared. Mission accomplished. "Because you're not untouchable or special to them." Xaden points toward the navy dragon and leans forward slightly, like he's letting us in on a secret as we lock eyes. "To them, you're just the prey." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Who is that?" "Rhae Sorrengail, the forgotten daughter. She's Violet's twin, they're nothing alike though. Violet is the calm before a storm, and Rhae is the hurricane. The anger and stubbornness of that woman are insane." "God forbid she and Xaden stay in the same room for too long. Someone would likely end up dead." Started: June 5, 2025. Finished:

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