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#fourth wing#iron flame#onyx storm#rebecca yarros#the empyrean#basgiath war college#tairneanach#tairn#andarnaurram#andarna#sgaeyl#violet sorrengail#violence sorrengail#xaden riorson#mira sorrengail#brennan sorrengail#lilith sorrengail#lightning weilder
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Tairn: I spy with my little eye, someone who needs to shut the fuck up.
Violet: Is it Dain?
Tairn: It's always Dain.
#fourth wing#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#tairneanach#the empyrean series#iron flame#liam mairi#books#bookaddict#fantasy books#basgiath war college
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After the Xaden POV chapter, I realized that the only person Xaden genuinely compliments besides Violet is Liam. He may have said nice things to the others sarcastically, but he directly tells Liam that the wooden figures in Monserrat are not as good as his, like a caring brother💔
#xaden riorson#liam mairi#fourth wing#iron flame#the empyrean#rebecca yarros#xadenspov#xaden x liam#violet sorrengail#basgiath war college#dragons
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Xaden 🤝 Tairn
Making people apologize to Violet in the most humiliating way possible for almost killing her
#fourth wing#iron flame#xaden riorson#tairn#tairneanach#violet sorrengail#violet and xaden#violet and tairn#andarna#violet and andarna#shadow daddy#book boyfriend#the empyrean#rebecca yarros#liam mairi#rip#deigh#rhiannon matthias#ridoc fourth wing#sawyer fourth wing#basgiath war college#jack barlowe#still not over Liam 😭😭#I will never be over Liam 😭😭#ow#i didn’t think it was possible#that this would get so many notes#hello everyone :)
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sgaeyl, tairn and andarna chose well…🐉🤭
xaden and violet by rebecca yarros 🖤
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It is such a sibling thing to do!!!
#enemies to lovers#andarna#basgiath war college#brennan sorrengail#dain aetos#fourth wing#iron flame#liam mairi#lilith sorrengail#mated dragon#rebecca yarros#navarre#tairn#sgaeyl#violet and xaden#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail#mira sorrengail#sloane#rhiannon matthias#gryphon#fliers#riders#venin#wyvern
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Map of the known world; the Empyrean
suprise post! (because i got frustrated by this. anyway)
i was looking around for a map from tghe empyrean for the booklet im working on and either they were shit quality or not complete so i made a good quality, all complete map. (pls do let me know if i missed a place i made this on frustration y'all) more information below the picture!
you can find my masterlist here.
color codes Borders: white dot lines Kingdoms: biggest text Provinces: medium text Navarrian cities: dark blue 💙 Navarrians outposts: red ❤️ Poromish cities: purple 💜 Rivers & mountains (including bay of malek): white text 🤍 Nature (the vale, cliffs of dralor and medaro pass): green 💚 Sea: light blue 🩵
for some things like rivers or certain cities you might need to zoom in but at least its good quality. Hope you like it ♡
Edit 21/10/24: Added dot lines for the borders so it's clearer and i can't believe i forgot to add Elsum province first time around.
#dragon#fourth wing#onyx storm#xaden riorson#brennan sorrengail#mira sorrengail#tairn and sgaeyl#the empyrean#rebecca yarros#iron flame#basgiath war college#lilith sorrengail#violet and tairn#garrick tavis#bodhi durran#liam mairi#rihannion matthias#ridoc gamlyn#sawyer henrick
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Violet: I thought bonding with dragons would be this mystical, powerful experience...
Violet: Turns out, it's a lot of sass and eye-rolling
#fourth wing#iron flame#violet sorrengail#tairn and andarna#violet and tairn#violet and andarna#the empyrean incorrect quotes#sassy#basgiath war college#riders quadrant
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So, talking about Ridoc, what are your thoughts on Aotrom? Cause we never got a description of him, and I'm here to share mine with the group since I'm spending way too much time thinking about Ridoc.
I imagine Aotrom as an old and grumpy dragon who thought it would be fun to bond with that BUBBLY ASS rider, so he can spice things up and make him laugh (which he hardly does on a daily basis before meeting Ridoc) also, I think Aotrom saw exactly who Ridoc was behind all those jokes and everything, cause we all know he's loyal, brave, amazingly intelligent, strategist and so on.
#fourth wing#iron flame#onyx storm#ridoc fourth wing#ridoc gamlyn#tairneanach#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#liam mairi#rebecca yarros#the empyrean#basgiath war college
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At Basgiath, probably…
Xaden: I need to talk to you about something.
Violet: Those people were already poisoned when I got there.
Xaden: What?
Violet: What?
#fourth wing#the empyrean incorrect quotes#the empyrean#violet sorrengail#xaden riorson#basgiath war college
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#fourth wing#iron flame#onyx storm#rebecca yarros#the empyrean#basgiath war college#tairneanach#tairn#andarnaurram#andarna#cath#sgaeyl#violet sorrengail#violence sorrengail#xaden riorson#dain aetos#mira sorrengail#brennan sorrengail#lilith sorrengail#fourth wing meme#iron flame meme#lightning weilder#liam mairi#rhiannon matthias#sloane mairi#ridoc gamlyn#imogen#catriona cordella
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Bodhi: I sleep with a dagger under my pillow.
Garrick: Weak. I sleep with two swords under mine.
Xaden: You are both pathetic.
Garrick, sarcastically: What killer weapon do you sleep with, Xaden?
Xaden: Violet.
#fourth wing#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail#bodhi fourth wing#garrick tavis#basgiath war college#fantasy books#dragons#incorrectquotes#rebecca yarros#liam mairi#the empyrean series
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Violet Sorrengail in her natural habitat 💗💗
#violet sorrengail#fourth wing#iron flame#booklr#books#books and reading#dragon art#violent little thing#basgiath war college#wyvern#chibi character#enamelpins
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Chapter 1 - Chains of Starlight*
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Dark, damp, and the smell of mildew. A room, no bigger than 5 feet long and 5 feet wide, a single mattress and a ratty blanket, a sink, a toilet, and a boarded up door with a slit for food. The faucet never stopped dripping, the hollow plop, plop, plop haunting her as it rang out in the room, all day every day, for what felt like an eternity. Stone floors, stone walls, and stone ceilings. The smell of mildew.
There’s no escape from the humidity of this dungeon, not without a compromise Genevieve doesn’t want to make.
For every day of this torture, Genevieve Hale etched stars into her ceiling, one star a day, forming constalations she once mapped in the mountains of Aretia. Her hands grew raw from months of searching the stones for a crack, her body grew wearing from days of practicing her sparring on the door that blocked her from the outside she once loved.
Each kick against the door resonated against her, a cruel reminder of her futile struggle against confinement. She could almost hear the rustle of the leaves, the rush of rivers—it was a cruel juxtaposition of her current situation.
The only solace she found in the darkness was the faint memory of the stars above her grandmother’s manor in Aretia, twinkling above her like the promise of freedom. Every star etched into her sky mirrored the nights her mother would spend in her library, teaching Genevieve the stories of astronomy.
In this damp prison, Genevieve replayed her memories, each in a flickering flame against the encroaching despair. She remembered the warm embrace of the sun on her skin, the thrill of a sparring match under the sprawling sky, the feeling of her grandmother’s weathered hands braiding her hair into Tyrrish knots—moments she clung to as she counted the four hundred and seven stars on her ceiling. One for each day.
But hope, however fragile, flickered within her. As the familiar click of heels descended the stairs to her dungeon, she could see the light filter through the cracks in the bottom of the door. The dull thud of the dripping faucet became a metronome for her determination, but the sound of the heels descending was an omen for the future. General Sorrengail was coming.
Genevieve straightened her spine, feeling the tight pull of the raw skin around her wrists. The iron cuffs, long since rusted, had bitten into her flesh enough times that the pain was now a dull hum in the background of her existence. She wouldn’t flinch, though–not for Lilith Sorrengail. Not for the woman who had put her here.
The footsteps stopped just beyond the door, the shadow of boots barely visible in the narrow slit meant for her meals. A familiar, suffocating silence filled the room as Genevieve’s breath caught in her throat. She had heard this ritual countless times, but each visit, every word from the General, left fresh scars.
The boards covering the door creaked as they were pulled aside, and a sliver of magelight leaked through the opening. A face appeared. Cold eyes, just like she remembered.
“Still alive, I see,” Lilith’s voice cut through the quiet, it’s tone sharp and unforgiving. “I wasn’t sure you had it in you.”
Genevieve didn’t respond. She had learned early on that silence was her only defense. Lilith wanted her to break, to beg for mercy, to plead for release. But Genevieve knew better. Every word would be twisted, every crack in her resolve a victory for Lilith. So, she remained still, her fingers tracing the stone wall behind her.
“You must be wondering why I kept you here,” The general’s voice was almost conversational, as if she were discussing the weather or a new recruit. “Why someone like you–someone with such potential–would be wasting away in this pit?”
Geneveive’s heart pounded in her chest. She hated that part of her that wanted to know the answer. There was no denying the lingering question that had gnawed at her since her imprisonment. Why had she not just killed her? What did she really want?
“Why are you here?” Genevieve prompts, her voice smooth and calm, not betraying the racing of her heart. “Who do you want to protect so badly that you keep me alone down here?”
“I’m not here to spill my life secrets to you, girl,” She practically spat, her resolve shattering. “You’re lucky I kept you down here instead of just killing you.”
The younger girl bites her tongue, but she’s itching to scream.
“I’m here to propose a deal, a compromise of sorts,” General Sorrengail says, her tone evening once more, her mask of power and indifference settling softly onto her face. “I’m going to let you out of here, and you’re going to go to Basgiath and become a rider.”
Genevieve made no moves, no motions to say yes.
“While there, you’ll watch over Xaden Riorson for me. Do you understand? You watch him, and report back to me when you see anything… strange.” She leaned down, her face still as she crooned over Genevieve. “You’re in my hands, either you say yes, or you die.”
The words lingered in the air, thick with threat. You watch him, or you die.
Genevieve’s breath came out slow, controlled. She had learned not to react too quickly, not to betray her thoughts, especially when dealing with someone like Lilith Sorrengail. The General was dangerous–cold, calculating, and capable of twisting any situation to her advantage.
Her heartbeat thudded in her ears, yet her face remained impassive. She didn;t need to ask why she was chosen for this task. It was obvious. Xaden Riorson–son of the man who had led the rebellion, the rebellion that had nearly toppled Navarre, the rebellion her own father had supported. And now, General Sorrengail suspected Xaden was the leader of the rebellious remnants of Basgiath. What better way to ensure control than to send someone who had just as much reason to hate him as to ally with him?
But Genevieve wasn’t stupid. She knew this wasn’t just about spying on Riorson. There was always something more to Lilith’s plans. The General didn;t make moves unless the outcome benefited her in more ways than one.
“Why me?” Genevieve asked, her voice low but steady. She could feel Lilith watching her, evaluating, calculating.
“Because you’re nobody,” Lilith replied, her words cutting with brutal honesty. “You have no alliances, no family that matters anymore. No one will miss you if you disappear.”
Genevieve’s chest tightened, but she fought to keep her expression neutral. She wasn’t a nobody. She was a Hale. Even if her family had fallen from grace, even if her father had been branded a traitor, she still had her name, her skills, her strength. She still had something left, even if it was just the fire of her hatred for the woman standing in front of her.
“And what if I refuse?”
Lilith’s lips curled into a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “And miss out on seeing the stars from the back of a dragon?”
Genevieve’s fingers tightened against the cold stone behind her. She knew Lilith was right. This isn't a choice. It had never been. If she refused, she’d die in this cell, forgotten and discarded like so many others before her. But if she accepted… if she played along… freedom was hers. She could see the sky, see the sprawling mountains, and watch the eagles fly.
“I’ll do it,” she said finally, her voice quiet but firm.
Lilith straightened, satisfied. “Good. You leave tomorrow.”
The general turned to go, but before she could leave, Genevieve spoke again. “One more thing.”
Lilith paused, glancing over her shoulder.
“When I’m done with your little task… what happens to me?”
The silence stretched between them, thick with unspoken implications. Finally, she spoke, her voice cold and distant. “Then you’re free.”
And with that, the door slammed shut, leaving Genevieve alone once more. The sound of the dripping faucet resumed, but this time, it didn;t seem as loud. Instead, Genevieve’s thoughts raced. She had a mission now, a purpose, even if it was wrapped in chains.
But she wasn’t a pawn, no matter how much Lilith Sorrengail believed she was.
If Lilith wanted her to spy on Xaden Riorson, she would do it. But it wouldn’t be for the general. It would be for herself, for her freedom.
Genevieve leaned against the cold stone, staring up at the stars she had etched into the ceiling. Tomorrow, she will leave this basement. Tomorrow she will prepare herself for Basgiath.
For today, she will sit in her dungeon, the flicker of hope growing into a flame.
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The heavy iron door was ajar the next morning when she woke up, and alone and cold, Genevieve rose to a stand, the iron shackles clattering to the floor without a fight. Her tattered clothes hung loose, her hair grew long, her skin pale, but she was still her after all this time as she crossed the threshold of the doorway. She had been prepared to die in this basement, but now, a world that she had once thought was dead to her was opening right back up, now with a mission she despised and a future she couldn’t predict.
She straightened herself, pushing her shoulders back and forcing herself to stand tall as she would when she was free. As she entered the stairwell, light from the top of the hallway hit her eyes. The walls still surrounded her, and it still smells like mildew, but the climb wasn’t daunting as she ascended the spiral staircase to freedom.
Genevieve ascended the spiral staircase, each step echoing off the stone walls of her former prison. The mildew still clung to the air, but the light at the top was more intoxicating than the stale darkness she had known for months. Every breath she took felt sharper, crisper, like a blade slicing through the haze of captivity.
Her bones feel brittle, her muscles tight, but none of it mattered. Not now. Her skin tingled as the late summer air slowly filtered down towards her. She stepped out into the sun, blinding her with its warm rays, a stark contrast to the cold, damp dungeon below. Her heart pounded as the light engulfed her, squinting against the brightness, but the moment she stepped out into the open air, the scent of earth and grass filled her lungs. For a brief, fleeting second, she almost felt free.
As much as she hated Lilith Sorrengail, she couldn't deny the excitement that flickered and breathed like a candle to a breeze within her. An endless sea of stars, and endless stream of sunrises. The sky, the stars, the dragons, the earth, it was once more hers.
Taking a deep breath, she savored the fresh air, the scent of life around her. The world was wide open before her, and for the first time in one year and forty two days, she felt the hope inside her shine. A small spark of dangerous desire, laced with anger and a need for vengeance. Genevieve Hale was free, but she was not the same girl that was locked away all that long ago. She was harder, colder, and every step forward was a step closer to making Lilith Sorrengail pay for what she had done.
Her fists clenched tightly as she stood there in the sunlight. Basgiath War College would be the battlefield for now, and she would make sure that every player in this twisted game understood one thing: Genevieve Hale was not to be underestimated. Not anymore.
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Hey guys! attempting to actually write a fanfiction for once after reading so many (cough cough Fear and Flame), so lmk what you think!
*Rewritten!
#fourth wing imagine#fourth wing x reader#fourth wing#xaden riorson x reader#xaden riorson#fourth wing xaden#fanfic#liam mairi#the empyrean#violet sorrengail#x reader#reader insert#xaden and sgaeyl#basgiath war college#liam mairi x reader#the wounded healer
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i think tairn is jealous, why else would he be flying into the vale…?🤔✨
vi & little feathertail andarna by rebecca yarros 💛
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Trust me Dain we all heard his confession and we are hopelessly in love.
#enemies to lovers#andarna#basgiath war college#brennan sorrengail#dain aetos#fourth wing#iron flame#liam mairi#lilith sorrengail#mated dragon#rebecca yarros#navarre#tairn#sgaeyl#violet and xaden#xaden riorson#violet sorrengail#rhiannon matthias#sloane#mira sorrengail#venin#wyvern#gryphon#fliers#riders
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