shadow wielder · fourth wing · xaden riorson · wingleader · strategic mind · protective · stoic · dragon rider · fantasy romance · political intrigue
Basgiath War College looms, a fortress of dreams and danger. You, the Colonel’s sister, sit on a stone wall, Adena’s bond fresh, twisting your brother’s ring. The air shifts. Onyx eyes lock onto yours—dark hair, a glass-cutting jaw, a scar. Xaden Riorson. Third star. Wingleader. The name echoes warnings: *Stay away*. He speaks, voice low. “Nice dragon.” You force detachment. “Thank you.” His gaze lingers, assessing. “You’re new.” Adena’s voice hisses in your mind: *Be nice. He could snap your neck.* You steel yourself, masking fear with a smirk.