Oleander Sorrengail survived her first year in the Riders Quadrant, but survival came at a cost no one understands. Not her brother, who she thought was dead, only to learn he chose a war over her. Not her twin, who she will always come second to. And certainly not her mother, General Lilith Sorrengail, who has only ever seen her as a disappointment, and a tool to wield. Bonded to a feral dragon, Oleander was never expected to develop a signet. Most assumed she would become another casualty, either of her own magic or of stronger riders. But during the worst moment of her life, her power finally drips out of her. Nightmares made of black ink. Creatures that move like liquid metal. Horrors that react to her every emotion and reflect something dark enough that even her allies begin to question what she is. And Oleander has no idea how to control them. When Basgiath's leadership realizes what she can do, they see more than a rider. They see the ultimate tool. The perfect weapon. And they will stop at nothing until Oleander becomes exactly that. This is an Iron Flame fanfic intended for audiences 18+ due to mature content.

Elena Sofia Valenti was never supposed to become Mrs. Santoro. That honor-and obligation-belonged to her eldest sister. But when an old agreement between two powerful Italian-American families finally comes due, Elena refuses to watch one sister lose the man she loves while the other faces the same possibility. So Elena makes Matteo Santoro an offer. She will marry him. She will take his name, uphold the alliance their fathers built, and eventually give the Santoro family its heir. But first, she wants two years. Two years abroad to finish the life she had already planned. Two years in which Matteo can continue living as he always has, provided he remembers one thing: Elena may be absent, but there is only one Mrs. Santoro. Matteo agrees. At thirty-five, the Don of New York's Santoro family has no illusions about marriage. His father arranged the match years ago, and duty has never frightened him. Neither has Elena's unusual bargain. Then nearly two years pass. And Elena comes home early. She returns to find a husband harder, more dangerous-and far more tempting-than the man she left behind. She also finds a mistress who has mistaken longevity for love and Elena's absence for surrender. But reclaiming her marriage is only the beginning. Old rivalries are moving again. The murder that placed Matteo at the head of his family was never as simple as it appeared. Someone has spent years trying to destroy the Santoro-Valenti alliance from the inside. And as duty slowly becomes friendship, desire becomes intimacy, and an arranged marriage begins turning dangerously real, Matteo and Elena will discover that their vows are protecting far more than either of them understood. Because someone wanted this marriage prevented years ago. And now that Mrs. Santoro has come home, they intend to finish what they started.

Elara Sorrengail has always been the rebellion's favorite sunshine girl. Born Tyrrish, raised between Aretia and the Navarre, she grew up with three dangerous boys at her side-Bodhi Durran, Garrick Tavis, and Xaden Riorson. One of the was her best friend. Two of them became her lovers. One of them graduated and became her secret husband. But when the rebellion fell, Elara was torn away from them all. Now she's back at Basgiath, marked, deadly, and done hiding. Her arrival sparks a storm: -Xaden is the Wing Leader who can't afford to break. -Garrick is the second-in-command who still bleeds for her. -Bodhi, her best friend, and chaotic other half. -Violet, her cousin, bonds the dragon whose mate belongs to Xaden... which means Elara's husband has to protect Violet to protect the dragons. (Yeah. Awkward is an understatement.) But Elara didn't come to Basgiath to play nice. She came to reclaim her men, survive the parapet, and earn her place in the Riders Quadrant-not as a Sorrengail, but as a Riorson. And when her signet awakens? It's stronger than anyone expected. Stronger than Violet. Stronger than Xaden. Stronger than Basgiath is ready for. Powerful enough to expose secrets...and destroy anyone who threatens the people she loves. War is coming. Dragons are choosing sides.

Just about everything is trying to kill Joan Graycastle: the King, the cadets, even some of the Riders Quadrant professors seem out to get her. Her only goal is to stay alive. The longer she's alive, the closer she is to seeing her brother again and the closer she gets to fighting the actual war being waged outside Navarre's borders. The only dragon almost guaranteed to kill her decides to claim her, though, and throws a wrench in all of her plans. "Are you a meal, Josefyne Tauri? Or are you a rider?" - fourth wing x oc - i do not consent for my work to be reposted, translated, or put through AI servers of any kind

"Your brother will not be pleased." "When is he ever?" Evalyn Riorson never lived in the shadows of her brother's presence. She had always been his equal. He had always been her shield. But when love is tested and the truth is revealed, she finds that much more waits beyond the war she had been born into. FOURTH WING - ONYX STORM Empyrean Series All original story credits to Rebecca Yarros and her publishers. Mature Warning - darker themes included

When Basgiath's commanding general gives an order, you don't question it, you obey. Oleander Sorrengail was meant for the Healers Quadrant. But six months before enlistment, she and her twin sister Violet are forced to abandon their paths and enter the Riders Quadrant instead-where survival is earned in blood, and most don't make it past their first year. Everyone else has trained their entire lives for this. Oleander hasn't. So she makes a choice: she won't fight to survive. She'll fight to make sure Violet does. Because when this is over, only one of them needs to live. And no one is going to miss the spare. This is a Fourth Wing fanfic intended for audiences 18+ due to mature content.

After fleeing her abusive ex in the middle of the night, Chloe Dawson arrives in a small coastal town with nothing but a duffel bag, a crying six-month-old baby, and the last of her savings. She rents a tiny apartment where the walls are paper-thin. Next door lives Sergeant Mason Kane, disciplined, exhausted, emotionally closed off, and currently on leave between military assignments. After years in the army, silence is the only thing that helps him sleep. Then the baby starts crying every night. At first, Mason is irritated. Chloe is terrified of him. Every knock on the door reminds her of the man she escaped.

"Strip." Roman ordered, his eyes not leaving hers. "W-what?" Mia shuttered, her voice falling to a whisper. She was frozen to her feets, her hands trembling by her sides. "Strip." He repeated, his voice laced with control, something he loved to have. Mia blinked, shocked by his words. He was her step-dad but he controlled her more than anyone could. Her fingers trembled as she found the buttons of her shirt. She was losing herself to him, his presence suffocating but in a good way. While others made her feel unwanted, he made her feel. She stripped her clothing naked, her underwear being the only protector of her bear, exposed skin. Roman's eyes dilated in desire as he felt his d♪ck move. How badly he wanted to f•ck that tight little puxxy of hers. How badly he wanted to bend her over on the bed and pound into her, until her voice rings through the room more than emory could. And maybe, just maybe he would tonight. "Those too." He added, his eyes not leaving his. "But-" "Take them off Mia." He said, his voice sounding like an order. She flinched before she hurriedly unstripped her bra, letting the material fall while she bent over to take them off. After she did his orders, she stood completely n•ked Infront of him. She didn't know what to do but stood there. It felt like she was waiting for an order from him. And finally after what felt like an eternity, he spoke. "Crawl to me." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (¬◡¬)✧ 𝑇𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 : • Enemies to lovers • Slow burn • Dark past • Forbidden • Secret identity • Hate • Love • Dark romance • Taboo love • Step-dad and Step-daughter • Spicy • "𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ☠️" • Only one or two rape scene also!

Ten years ago, young Lucina saves an injured dragon, unaware that she had healed Hakan, the prince of Tayar. Fate reunites them when Tayar invades and Lucina is offered up as a bride by her selfish stepmother in exchange for the safety of the barony. Both bear deep-seated wounds of betrayal and pain, but begin to uncover the truth about each other. Facing adversities that threaten their worlds, can the duo challenge their own fears? Will their growing love be powerful enough to overcome the obstacles in their path? All Rights Reserved Written by Kanghee Jamae.

The last part of Hannah and Alessandro's story