Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.

ACOTAR AU Rewrite with Bat Boys x OC RH Matebonds! (No Archeron sisters in this fic) A forgotten heir. A land in decay. A girl born of storm and shadow returns to reclaim what was stolen. Arya hides the truth of her blood, her power, and the crown that once belonged to her. But as magic unravels and the courts fall to chaos, she may be Prythian's only chance at salvation. A legacy lost to time meant to shake the foundations of kingdoms. Fate is a cruel seamstress, and the threads of destiny can be cut, unraveled, but never forgotten. Summoned by forces she cannot yet name, Arya steps into a realm of gilded deception and unraveling myths-a land where thrones are won with blood, where secrets coil beneath silken words, and where masks hide more than faces. The courts murmur of a storm gathering, of shadows stretching too far, of something ancient stirring beneath the roots of the world. She is a blade tempered in exile, a ghost of a legacy buried beneath millennia's of silence. But some graves do not stay undisturbed. And as shadows rise and old magic awakens, one truth becomes clear: Not all crowns are made of gold. Some are built from the bones of the fallen. This story is 4 years in the making and I am overjoyed to be able to finally share it with you all! Best Rankings: #1 Rhys #1 Azriel #1 Cassian #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOTAR Fic #1 ACOTAR AU #1 Rhysand x OC #1 Cassian x OC #1 Azriel x OC

In the shadowed depths of the Hewn City, where cruelty reigns and hope is forbidden, Nyraelle has spent her life in the dark - stealing, surviving, and sparking a rebellion that could shatter the Night Court from within. But revolution comes with a price. And hers arrives in the form of Azriel, the High Lord's shadowsinger, sent to hunt down the very threat she embodies. He doesn't know she's the one he's hunting. She doesn't know how long she can keep lying. Because every stolen touch, every whispered secret, every moment she spends in his arms pulls them closer to a truth that will force an impossible choice: love or loyalty. Freedom or surrender. In a city built on oppression, some truths burn everything they touch. ────────── enemies to lovers • she's the rebel (he's the spy) • forbidden romance • touch her and die • mutual pining • slow burn • so much tension • protective Azriel • soft for her only • a lot of yearning • political intrigue ────────── rankings: #1 acotar (01/2026) #1 sarahjmaas (01/2026) #3 fantasy-adventure (01/2026)

OCxAzriel(acotar) This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court. Centuries have passed, but Verena cannot let go of all the damage that has been done to her and to her people. This is why she finds herself in the last place she ever thought she would be at: the Night Court. She's after the last piece of her heritage; her mother's spell book, and nothing will stop her. Even if a certain shadowsinger has his eyes on her all the time. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the most powerful High Lord, Rhysand, is her brother? I do not own any of the Original characters from ACOTAR, only the ones I have created for this story. *Takes place before and after the events of ACOTAR ;) More coming soon...

Belladonna knew nothing of her origin, simply that she was created for seduction. Born of simple pleasure, she was raised to bring in coin with her body. She spent years in bed, pleasuring men and finding nothing in return but a place to sleep. One day, she's moved to the brothel in Velaris. She's given a room of luxury, sought after by the patrons of the protected city. Azriel finds himself in the pleasure house, hoping to find pleasure outside of his unrequited love. He finds Belladonna and returns to her night after night. Belladonna begins to learn that there is more outside of what she'd been taught- love, friendship, family. Azriel learns he can be soft, and bring pleasure rather than pain. *All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. My own original characters are Valentina, Cerulea, Belladonna, and the other females within the pleasure houses.

.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝓍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝓍 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 .⋆❆⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❅₊⋆. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘍 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has been sheltered in her temple since infancy. Her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she knows she'll never have. Until Hybern. Mere months after Amarantha's fall, soldiers descend on Cesere and the High Lord of the Night Court finds Nephele bleeding and burnt beneath the worst of Hybern's males. Rhysand offers her refuge in the House of Wind, a sanctuary carved into the mountainside beneath a starlit sky that watches over the dreamlike city of Velaris. Yet grief leaves Neph hollow, and nightmares of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library at the heart of the House. Something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew . . . another truth she was never told. A bloodline buried beneath a life built on lies. Night's spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, is just as drawn to her as his shadows are. Night's general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by a familiarity he cannot make sense of. Nephele is desperate to uncover what was taken from her as war builds on the horizon. Every truth unraveled makes the world tremble beneath her feet. She never could've predicted what life beyond temple walls had waiting for her . . . And she certainly never expected that it would be two Illyrian warriors who would finally awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart.

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

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.

Rayna had spent years hiding in the shadows of the mortal realm, burying her power beneath layers of silence and secrets. There, a strong bond formed between her and a sharp tongued, Nesta Archeron. But peace never lasts, not when your name is whispered by fate itself. But what happens when her friend's sister comes back, no longer human? When the High Lord of the Night Court speaks of war and death?