She's a girl with dirt-streaked fingers and flowers in her hair. Sweet. Soft. A quiet soul more at home among vines and moonlight than courts and crowns. But fate has its own rhythm. And it leads her straight to Rhysand, the High Lord of Night. Powerful, untouchable, carved from stardust and storm. A male who sees her not as delicate, but divine. Their bond is unexpected, ancient. Where he is shadow, she is bloom. Where he commands the skies, she listens to the earth's breath. She may tremble in silks and blush when spoken to, but she roots herself deeper in his heart than he ever thought possible. A story of the girl who bloomed in darkness and the High Lord who learned that even among stars, it's the flower that teaches you how to grow.

Wherever there was a handprint, there was a nickname. For (Y/n), it was on her neck with what she considered to be a strange nickname. She assumed that when she first met her soulmate, she'd be killed off. Just another dead body at somebody's hands, so she did what she felt was logical by always covering it up, not letting anyone see it. For her soulmate, the handprints were on his forearms, a nickname written in black placed across them. He didn't mind them, but always kept them covered with the sleeves of his hoodie. One night, their lives collide, which will soon lead to them being changed forever.

Long ago witches wrote themselves out of Prythians history books. After centuries of occupying the Middle and disguised trips across Prythain and the surrounding continents the witches thinly veiled presence is ripped away when the Night Courts Shadowsinger finds his mate as the bond snaps during the Autumn equinox. Azriel wakes up disoriented from a night of lust, magic and a mate bond, he becomes determined to track down his mate. Arien has just potential destroyed centuries of secrets and protection. Now with the witches identity revealed, Arien has to have to navigate the discovering of her mate and the looming threat of old secrets coming back to haunt the pair.

Azriel had definitely not expected to meet a Lightsinger. He most definitely did not expect that the Lightsinger was so. . . amazing easy to fall in love with. Azriel x maleoc My own timeline Started: 2nd October 2022 Completed: ???

‧₊˚ ⋅ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ She was given to Hybern when she was only 18. A human family trading their daughter for money with the High Fae. They claimed it was because they loved her and wanted to give her a better life. The life of a High Fae. It was a torture every day of her life... Until she felt it. The way the blood dripped from her fair skin, the blank look on her face when she looked at herself in the mirror, decorated in red splatter, like blood stainig paper when she stood over her parents. A High Fae, standing over humans... 3 years she had suffered - And finally when she felt the Hybern King die - her connection to the Cauldron fanishing. Shackles falling from her wrists and ankles. Was the moment ahe found herself back in the Mortal Lands, colouring her childhood home red. 1 year later - everything changed. After the death of her parents, she moved to Velaris, and lived there, hoping to escape her past life... Until The Starfall Ball - she started having the same dream over and over again - Standing in front of a mirror, seeing herself wearing a crown of golden thorns.... The mirror behind her whispering the same thing over and over to her... ╭───────────────.★..─╮ "We are waiting for you, Nx'ilu" ╰─..★.───────────────╯

Auren Havilliard walks through worlds and ends up being brought to the night court after meeting the High Lord of the Night Court. Will she choose to stay in this world or return to her own?

It was a known fact: the veil between the worlds was getting thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crash was already a certainty. The rumors started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Fortunately, time passed, we went through wars and race exterminations, but the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained almost the same, some richer and some poorer. Nobody was talking about the fallen, until now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky. Tumultuous and dangerous, Bitter and heartbreaking. This is the story of the Evening Star. About the young woman who holds the Sun as her weapon, And the Moon as an ornament. About the Cursed Crown, who chooses its own master And about the man in the shadows, irreversibly bound to her, by the tongue of death. And, after all, about us, the nothingness who catches a goal. I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story. Azriel x OC

Hell was where she burned, where she cried, begged and pleaded. Azriel was her only way. Nimou, Princess of the Kingdom of Sea is trapped in a storm of nightmares and pain that threatens to come alight with each step forward. Azriel, her saviour will do anything to lesson the pain of her journey.

In a world divided by courts and bound by ancient power, two dangerously different souls collide. Azriel, the Night Court's infamous Spymaster, lives in the shadows-silent, lethal, and ruled by duty. But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Delphine, a seductive and bold siren thief with a wicked smile and a knack for disappearing just when he gets too close. She's chaos wrapped in charm, leaving soul-drained corpses and sarcastic notes in her wake. He's the blade sent to stop her... until the bond reveals something far more complicated. Now hunted and haunted by each other, Delphine and Azriel are locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse-where secrets run deep, hearts betray logic, and neither one is willing to lose. Not to the other. Not even to fate.