ACOTAR fanfic that takes place after A Court of Wings and Ruin. Any novellas that take place after ACOWAR are not canon in my fanfic. DON'T NEED TO READ SERIES IN ORDER TO READ THIS BUT WILL HELP GREATLY IN UNDERSTANDING SOME SETTINGS, REFERENCES AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTS .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. After the raging war with Hybern, Feyre takes on her High Lady duties along with Rhysand and the Inner Circle as they repair cracks in their own lives as well as the world with the Wall now gone. Maneuvering between emotions and challenges both in and out of the Night Court, a beautiful and powerful new stranger waltzs into the Inner Circle's lives. With her almost endless magic that is something otherworldly, Nyssa offers hope of dealing with the threat of a takeover from the distant shores of Vallahan, Rask, and Montesere. But when the forces against Prythian are led by Nyssa's sister who holds the key to destroying Nyssa, the Courts of Prythian, tired of war, align with Nyssa to protect their land before it is destroyed by the same beliefs that tried to destroy it over 500 years before. Along the way, the Inner Circle unravels Nyssa's story to reveal who she is and why her power is nothing like ever before. If the Night Court doesn't discover a way to recover the item that can save Nyssa from being destroyed by her sister, the city of Velaris and possibly all of Prythian might fall with the stars. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. *** ALL CHARACTERS, SETTINGS, PLOT LINES, & EVENTS BELONG TO SARAH J. MAAS*** Copyright lunar-loves 2020 Cover by the amazing @allamason

Eblis survived years of torment in the hands of Hybern, an enemy continent disrupting the peace of Prythian and the Human Realms below it. She suffered things many wouldn't be able to handle, and lived in the shadow of it's king for five fear-filled centuries. When she gets word that the King of Hybern had been killed, she finally found her chance to escape and return to the Night Court, the last home she ever remembered. The Spymaster of the Night Court returns from Hybern as well, with news of an uprising from the newly anointed Queen and Heiresses. Doubtful of Eblis's true loyalties, he continues to watch Eblis in fear that she'll take the family he had and rip it apart. As he goes, he picks up the pieces of her bloody past and puts them together to form the broken Illyrian female. What he finds, what he discovers, what he feels, is forever disrupted. I DO NOT CLAIM ACOTAR AS MY OWN I AM JUST WRITING FANFIC!!! 5/02/20 1k reads ☆☆ 5/26/21 1k votes 6/25/20 2k reads ☆☆ 11/8/21 2k votes 10/14/20 4k reads ☆☆ 10/24/22 4k votes 12/27/20 6k reads ☆☆ 11/04/24 6k votes 2/17/21 8k reads 3/12/21 10k reads 6/15/21 20k reads 8/17/21 30k reads 11/26/21 40k reads 1/28/22 50k reads 3/25/23 100k reads 10/15/24 150k reads #1 in "Everything's Cancelled Awards" (fanfiction section) #1 in "Mousetails Summer 2020 Awards" (Fanfiction section) (go check it out they even interviewed me lmao) #1 in "Eunoia Awards" (Fanfiction section duh)

"Everything hurt. Nothing felt...real. It was cold in this dark cell. I had long ago given up screaming for help, or trying to get the door open. The wound in my side would kill me soon. Would anyone come? I didn't know. I didn't care. At least, I didn't care until that door finally opened and a man with wings stepped into my small cell." ****** Adrianna grew up in an Illyrian war camp. Their brutal ways forced her to hide in ways she didn't want to. Then when she was caught teaching herself to fly, she was punished, her wings bound with clamps. Then, her parents presented her with a male that she would marry. He was one of the few considerate Illyrian males in the camp, but when he is suddenly murdered, she is blamed for the heinous crime. Then, she was taken Under the Mountain and forced to fight to the death in a Ring created by the evil Amarantha for the enjoyment of her evil Court. For twenty-two years she remained in a small, dark cell, only leaving to fight or to perform other tasks the evil Fae from Hybern demanded until an Illyrian man came to save her. He was none other than Azriel, the Shadowsinger and the High Lord's Spymaster. Whisked away to the Court of Dreams, her wounds were cared for, her wings... somewhat fixed. Now, she works for High Lord Rhysand as his personal assassin, but when a startling discovery comes around about her past, she must make a decision that could cost her everything. ****I do not own the drawings featured in the cover. All credit goes to the amazing artists****

ACOTAR FanFiction AzrielxOC slowburn romance "Is there something you need to say, Azriel?" She studied him, and her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, too. Azriel could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his shadows tucking in tight, and his breath hitch in his throat, but he could do nothing to stop himself as he breathed out - "I'm your mate." --- Though a semblance of peace had arrived, the war with Hybern had left a gaping wound in Prythian. The High Lords form alliances with far away fae territories, in an attempt to rebuild order within their world and establish peace. One by one, emissaries meet with the High Lords of Prythian, striking treaties and alliances. But when a new kingdom, that of the Syrens, come to them wanting a place amid their Treaty, only the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court decide to take a chance on them. Taken under the wing of the Night Court, the emissary of the Syrens, Brianna, must form coalitions within the seven courts of Prythian, earning the trust of its High Lords, developing unlikely friendships with the Inner Circle - especially with that of a certain shadowsinger, with whom she shares a most particular type of bond. But there are secrets that people keep, secrets that, if revealed, could be the very undoing of Prythian. And as they grow close to one another, as they learn more about each other and of themselves, Azriel and Brianna will learn whether their secrets will bring them together, or tear them apart. --- Set after "A Court of Wings and Ruin", excluding the events of "A Court of Frost and Starlight". Long, slow-burn romance fan-fiction, with chapters ranging from 3K-5k words (est. 60+ chapters). Playlist for the fanfiction: "SHADOWS AND THUNDER" on Spotify. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4S0Pfnibyo0gB52hNv6lAL?si=VhZI6HXCSSqklvXeeIMC-A DISCLAIMER: All characters excluding my original characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. Cover art by @Keyra_Shadow

Dahlia is a survivor. She has fought for her life on more than one occasion, been close to dying even more than that. But when a ferocious beast knocks down her door in search of her, she soon finds out what it truly means to survive. Her sister Feyre made the ultimate sacrifice-her life for Dahlia's, and Dahlia isn't about to let that sacrifice go to waste. Dumped in a new world of wealth, faeries, magic and danger around every turn, Dahlia has to navigate not only this new world, but her quickly changing life as well. Heartache, loss, remorse, and pain are common emotions in Dahlia's life-but the one thing she can never seem to prepare herself for is love. (Set in A court of Thorns and Roses, but main story line is in A Court of Winds and Ruin).

All her life, Baelyn has trained to earn her place among the Illyrian warriors. But when she finally achieves it, she finds that the life of a soldier is more complicated than just following orders. As she tries to figure out her place in the Night Court she must fight the conflict within herself, while her heart is drawn to the High Lord's General Commander, Cassian. Will she give up what she has worked hard for all her life? Or will she discover that love is more powerful than any army? HIGHEST RANKING: #1 ACOMAF

Can her light lead them through the darkness? Or will she doom them to a life in shadows? Freesia has spent almost her entire life in darkness, locked in the depths of a dungeon deep below the Autumn Court Manor. Her father, the High Lord of Autumn, put her there after her mother died when she was sixteen. Freesia was suddenly, after five centuries, ripped from the depths of her darkness and placed into the arms of Mor, her childhood best friend, and Azriel, the shadowsinger that saved her life. Can Freesia re-adapt to the world she knows so little about? Or will she crumble under the pressure of what she has become?