Life becomes hectic when Elain and Lucien welcome their first child, a daughter.

Completed~After her abusive parents punish her one day, and destroy her book, Luna finds herself in an all too familiar world: Prythian. Here, she meets the high lord and high lady of the night court and struggles to gain their trust while deciding whether to find a way back to Earth or follow her dreams of staying in her favorite fictional land. However, as Luna becomes more connected to the people around her, she realizes there might be a reason why she's there and things aren't as simple as she had thought. (Yes there's romance in this book 😂)

BOOK 1 - completed Two best friends find themselves freefalling through Velaris' sky with no way back home. Azriel x OC Pre-ACOTAR to ACOSF (I seriously don't know what else to name this fanfic) This is a fanfiction, the world and the characters other than my oc' belong solely to SJM #1- underthemountain (18/10/21) #1- acomaf (5/1/22) #2- acowar (18/10/21) #1- acotar (26/10/21) #1 - rhys (7/3/22) #1 - azrielxoc (1/12/21) #2 - worldtravel (30/11/21) #2 - sjm (7/12/21) #2 - azriel (22/7/22) #1 - fae (14/4//22) #1 - acosf (15/5/22)

Avalon, the daughter of Helion High Lord of the Day Court, was under the mountain. She was Amarantha's whore. She was used for years all for the better of the people she loved. But she wasn't alone. She had Rhysand. Her mate. Though they can never acknowledge this, not with Amarantha in control. But what happens when Feyre, a human girl, in love with the High Lord of the Spring Court arrives under the mountain. What happens when she brakes the curse. What happens when this human turned fae is also their mate. FeysandxOC #1 in morrigan

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.

What if Feyre and Tamlin met earlier and had a child before the events of Under the Mountain? Lotus used to thrive in Spring. His Mother's hands stained with paint and his Father's beast form chasing him around the Manors garden. That's how his dream played it out to be. Choosing not to remember canvas stained with red and locked windows and doors. Voices loud enough to shake mountains. And then he appeared. In a cloud of Darkness and violet eyes. Rhysand; High Lord of the Night Court. How Lotus hated him. Hated his court, his inner circle, his night. Nyx and His Mother was were the only thing that made him stay, only thing he loved. Only thing he could make room for in his heart full of anger and despair. Even then, they could make him forget that he did not belong. Not with his sun-kissed hair or aquamarine eyes. Eyes a mixed of two people who hated each other. His features stood out when faced with the male his Mother was mated with. With the brother they blessed him with. Will Lotus follow his Mother's path of starlight or will he sit on the throne of thorns and roses?

Before the war, the Spring Court fell. After the war, the Spring Court almost ceased to exist. Tamlin, the High Lord of Spring, was still there and amongst the ruined lands and buildings, there were families who were unable to flee, affected by the devastations their court had experienced. It is time to rebuild. Warnings: Tamlin's POV + a little bit smutty + Takes place after #ACOFAS, spoilers may be included.

The Dusk Court was thought to be fallen and gone, a story to tell children to teach them about power and strength. What no one knows is that the Dusk Court actually exists, on islands off the west coast of the Night Court and Day Court. They rule with High Lords and Ladies as the seven other courts do, the royal family keeping their people safe and protected. They breed pegasi, and make weapons and crafts of beautiful proportions. A hurricane rushes along the coast of Prythian, scattering over the islands of the Dusk Court. A young, mysterious fae princess washes up on the beaches of the Night Court. Mystery unfolds as she meets High Lords, and extraordinary secrets shake the very power of Prythian.

"Das Mädchen aus Eis weint höllisch heiße Tränen - ironisch, nicht?" Seit sie klein ist trainiert Cree täglich im Heerlager der Illyrianer und das nur, um sich zu verteidigen. An einen Kampf in einer der Legionen ist nicht zu denken und das Verbot ihrer Eltern - Highlord Kallias des Winterhofs und seine Lady Viviane - war deutlich: nur zur Verteidigung. Ihre Tränen sind brennend - lodern wie ein stilles Feuer, dass jederzeit hunderte Soldaten töten konnte. Eine allein reicht, um zehn von ihnen quälend im Rauch der Hitze zu ersticken, nachdem ihre Haut sich schälend vom Körper gebrannt hat. Sie will kämpfen, will eine Walküre werden wie Nesta Archeron, die Mutter ihrer besten Freundin Zelda. Doch ausgerechnet Zeldas Cousin Nyx - Sohn des mächtigen Highlords Rhysand und seiner Highlady Feyre - macht ihr das Leben schwer, und das nicht nur im Kampf der Ausbildung. Eine Feindschaft die sich nicht erklären lässt und doch hält die Zeit für einen Moment inne, wenn sich ihre eisigen Blicke herausfordernd begegnen. Seit Jahrzehnten will man ihre Macht - die Stärke ihrer Tränen - und das um jeden Preis. Gelingt es ihr, das Spiel aus Liebe, Ignoranz, Willen und Hass zu meistern? Kann sie gewinnen? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Das hier ist eine Story basierend auf den Büchern "Das Reich der Sieben Höfe" von Sarah J.Maas. Die Geschichte habe ich mir selbst ausgedacht, sowie meine eigenen Charaktere, schlicht weg der Weltenbau und einige Fachbegriffe der Bücher sind nicht von mir. Die Hauptcharaktere dieser Story sind von mir selbst frei erfunden und somit auch rechtlich mein Eigentum.