Step back into the world of Fourth Wing with this anthology of heartfelt, emotional, and intimate one-shots exploring the lives of Violet Sorrengail and Xaden Riorson beyond the battlefield. From tender domestic moments to raw, vulnerable trials of love, family, and survival, these stories dive into the hidden spaces between battles, the quiet nights, the unspoken promises, and the futures worth fighting for.
Whether it's Violet navigating motherhood, Xaden learning the rhythm of fatherhood, or the two of them facing their deepest fears together, each one-shot captures the raw intensity of their bond in a way that will make you laugh, cry, and hold your breath.
Here you'll find:
✨ Domestic softness between chaos
✨ Heart-wrenching vulnerability and healing
✨ Tender parenting moments with their two children
✨ Grief, joy, and the unbreakable bond between mates
✨ Glimpses of friendship, family, and found home in Aretia
Every chapter is a new window into their world, a chance to linger in their love story a little longer.
Because even in a land of dragons, rebellion, and war... sometimes the most powerful battles are fought in the quiet moments, in the choices to love, protect, and endure.
×Mature×
> She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride.
Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there.
But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans.
Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story.
Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty?
Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.