Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.

❝ how did you find us? ❞ ❝ i dont... know. ❞ * 　　 · . 　 　　✺ 　　 ✧　. 　✵ * 　　* 　　 · . 　 　　✵ * 　　　　 ✫ * 　 . 　　· ⊹ 　 ✺ . 　 ✧　　　 ✦ ✫ 　 . ✫ * . 　　　　　 　 　　 · 　 ⊹ 　 ✺ . 　　　 ✧　.　 ✦ ✫ 　 . . [ tog x acotar ] [ f!oc x rhysand ] [ ungodIy- (2023) ] [ completed 12-16-24 ]

Nefeli, or "Cupid", as the infuriating beast likes to call her, has never been wanted at anyone's side, and she sure as hell has never been loyal to a single soul. The stoic and fierce Vesemir bled the ability out of her, just as he tainted her blood with poison. She is the youngest warrior inside the cold stone walls of Kaer Morhen and already one of the most skilled. The only one plagued by an irreversible curse that painted her skin white and bled her hair the colour of pale blossom petals. The colour of poison. Her body was broken the minute she was born. The magic in her veins doesn't pulse the way it is meant to. And damaged Sorceresses are weak and left to die. And if there is one thing Nefeli Sorrel hates, it's being weak. But the wild white-haired beast with piercing gold eyes the colour of stalking grey snow wolves does just that. The White Wolf made her feel weak the minute she pressed her blade to his throat blood kissing the snow, his lips turned up to smile at her. He makes her weak. And that can't happen. ~~~~~~~~~~ I do not own any of the Witcher writings or claim to (obviously) and this book will follow my own OC through the Netflix TV series. TW: this book will contain violence, blood, gore, sexual references, sexual scenes, death and overall the same warnings present in the series.

When in doubt, look at the stars. Rhysand X OC An ACOTAR fanfic. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas except for my OC.

Mrs Mandray Book Two It had been two month of blissful peace for Isabella and son. Days spent having picnics by the river, exploring with her sister and the evening spent with her mates. But the darkness looming on the horizon had begun to descend. With the threat of war hanging over their heads relationships are tested and sacrifices made. Started: 11/08/2023 Finished: OC / bat boys (but Rhys is a prick at the begining) ACOTAR AU Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, plot or world building. That is the wonderful production of Sarah J. Mass. This is a fanfic to satisfy my addiction while I wait for the next book to come out

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.

~What if Rhysand's sister had fought back the day that Tamlin's father hunted them down? Fought enough to buy her life?~ Arwen escaped that day, scarred and ruined, but alive. Residing in her brother's city, she hides behind a mask of bliss before the coming of Amarantha. At a stranger's glance, there is little more she could ask for. Expensive dresses line her wardrobes, a home of great expanse, a circle of friends, and most of all, a mate. But pain boils behind that mask, and soon it will spill over. It was only a matter of time. Slow Burn Pre-ACOTAR Top ranking #1 in ACOTAR #2 in RHYSANDS SISTER

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

Born blind and under the rule of a cruel dictator, Persephone has only known a life of both literal and figurative darkness. And she doesn't see a way out, at least, not until her father brings home a strange human female and her world changes in ways that she couldn't have ever imagined. (Obviously I don't own the ACOTAR series. Any characters, plots, or dialogue from Sarah J. Maas's ACOTAR series that you find here belong solely to her. I only claim Persephone and her storyline as my own)

There once lived a female who put others above herself, she felt it was the only way to truly be loved. There once lived a male who thought he was alone, he felt undeserving of all the wonderful things life had to offer. Their story was written in the stars. It is tragic and beautiful and chaotic, but it would change the course of the world.