Xaden Stories

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.

No one knew that he had a sister. He ignored her. Abandoned her. Forgot about her. She never forgot about him though. Over the past 9 years she has went through hell because he disappeared on her. He was there for all of the separatists' kids except his own sister. She has trained to the full extent in order to make it across the parapet for the past 9 years after he left her to suffer. She fully plans on making him pay and suffer for everything that she went through. Because it is his fault. Isn't it?

Rhaella has spent her entire life surviving what should have destroyed her. She stands on the edge of conscription, ready to enter the brutal world of dragon riders, where only the strongest endure and the weak are quickly forgotten. But strenght, for Rhaella, has never been about physical power alone. It is carved into her bones, forged through years of silent suffering, relentless abuse, and pain that would have shattered anyone else. they tried to break her. Again and again. And yet, she remains. Untouched... not because she was spared, but because nothing they did could take the one thing she refused to surrender. Herself. In a world, where danger lurks in every shadow and loyalty is as fragile as life itself, Rhaella must navigate deadly trials, ruthless rivals, and the ever-present threat of failure. But her greatest battle isn't against the challenges of becoming a rider, it's against the ghost of her past that refuse to let her go. Cold, guarded, and unyielding, Rhaella is not the kind of heroine people expect. She does not seek friendship. she does not trust easily. And certainly does not believe in happy endings. But dragons do not choose the unworthy. And something ancient, powerful, and terrifying may see in her not just survival, but something far more dangerous. Because sometimes, the most broken souls don't shatter. They burn.

#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 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)

They say the Riders Quadrant breaks everyone who enters it. They just didn't account for Isabella De Luca. Trained long before Basgiath. Haunted by a past built on secrets and blood. And carrying knowledge she was never meant to survive with. When Isabella enters the Riders Quadrant, she expects war, dragons, and death. What she doesn't expect is him. Fourth Wing is a world built on rules, loyalty, and lies - and Isabella has never been good at following any of them. Her dragon is unlike anything the kingdom has seen. Her blade burns like it remembers her name. And the shadows she commands are beginning to notice her. But something worse is rising beyond the wards. And Isabella was never just meant to survive it. She was meant to change it.

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: I will take a break from this story for a bit, and try to find more motivation to write :) Highest accomplishment: - #4 in stars, 20,7K stories The Empyrean Series

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... it may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?

17-year old Iris Kotari is a normal-ish but smart high school student who just has dreams of getting into med school and becoming a surgeon. Fate, however, has other plans for her when it makes her fall into one of her favorite fantasy stories: Fourth Wing. Will she be able to save the people who died in the original story and bring Violet and Xaden together? Or will she fail as history is doomed to repeat? Lets find out! And will she be able to keep her mind off from a certain green-eyed prince....? Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters besides my OC and a few other characters I will be adding. All other characters belong to Rebecca Yarros, the official author of Fourth Wing.

When Isabella falls asleep after studying for finals, she expects to wake up to alarms, stress, and another normal day. Instead, she wakes up in the brutal world of Fourth Wing. Thrown into the Riders Quadrant beside Violet Sorrengail, Isabella must survive deadly trials, dragons, betrayal, and a certain dark-eyed wingleader who looks at her like she's either a mistake... or a temptation. The problem? She knows nothing about this world. And Xaden Riorson is watching her. This is a work of fanfiction. I do not own the original characters, settings, or any related material from the original series. All rights belong to their respective creators. No copyright infringement is intended; this story is created purely for entertainment and fan expression

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-

Fourth Wing - oc Riorson X oc Melgren In a world where dragons choose their riders-and those who survive the Quadrant's brutal training-the stakes are higher than life itself. Charlotte Melgren thought she understood her place in the Riders Quadrant... until she discovers secrets about her past that could change everything. Trained in shadows and signets she barely understands, she's forced to navigate deadly rivalries, merciless instructors, and dragons that could kill her before she even mounts them. Then there's Xander, twin of Xaden, both cold, lethal, and infuriatingly magnetic. He's the light wielder everyone fears, yet the only one standing between her and certain death. Between dragon bonds, deadly Threshing trials, and political games that span generations, Charlotte must learn one thing: survival isn't just about skill-it's about trust, strategy, and the secrets she keeps... even from herself. Secrets, loyalty, betrayal, and a touch of forbidden attraction. Welcome to Basgiath.

"C'mon Travesty." "Is that why you gave me that name? Am I absurd and distorted?" Three hundred years of riders. The Valkorin bloodline, renowned for boundless courage and valour, have always been assets to their wings as riders. Tierney learned not to fear death, nor the god of death who only takes what she prizes and never returns. As a Valkorin, honour and pride come before fear. However, while she does not fear for herself, she is terrified for the lives of her loved ones. Grief haunts her, a name she can never see the face of again, a constant reminder of her loss and her weakness. The Rider's Quadrant, where her brother was murdered, will she survive? He knew her, before he even saw her. His description is accurate to the point it's terrifying. Tierney, even without his description, Bodhi knew who she was, her wandering eyes, her walk, her beliefs-each detail resembles the man who saw his face before his relic. A single promise leads him to leap off a cliff, seeking to become boundless and see her once more, his Travesty. "Oh, how dangerous it is to love someone so." "Don't make me think of you with someone else, Tierney, I can't take it, not when we're like this." travesty /ˈtravɪsti/ noun a false, absurd, or distorted representation of something.

❝𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯.❞ ❝𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.❞ ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a star finds her soul burning brighter than it ever has once she meets him... 𝐗𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ↳ 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ) 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝘹𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 ~ ✓ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈 ~ ✓ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ~ ✧ 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 . . . 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐈 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐗 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐗 ~ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 ~ ✗ 𝘵𝘣𝘢

This story takes place after Threshing in the first book in Rebecca Yarros' Fourth Wing series. Good-natured fun with lower stakes and all your favourite characters as a bit of a breather as we wait for book 4!

full of primal instincts, dominance battles, sensual tension, and eventually very heated scenes (still keeping it tasteful, more about feeling and intensity than just raw mechanics).

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.

Có nhiều cách trồng xạ đen khác nhau mà người dân có thể tự sáng tạo ra. Tuy nhiên, cách trồng cây xạ đen đơn giản và khoa học nhất vẫn là những cách phổ biến, được ưa dùng.

A love story of Violet and Xaden

She wasn't looking for anything - just miso. Still in her scrubs, hair messy, body humming with post-shift exhaustion, she only stopped at Waitrose to grab something quick. What she got instead was a stranger. Tall. Warm-eyed. Too beautiful to be real. He handed her a jar from the top shelf and smiled like it meant something. She didn't even know his name. Two days later, she saw him again. Aldgate. A crowd. His voice threading through the noise like a memory she hadn't meant to keep. Still, he didn't see her. And she didn't call out. Because what do you say to someone who was never supposed to matter - but does?

Fourth wing continues