Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has never seen the world beyond temple walls. Raised in isolation at the foot of the mountains in Cesere, her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she's longed stopped asking for. But when Hybern's forces descend on her temple months after Amarantha's fall, she is forced to watch her sanctuary burn - and with it, the only family she's ever known. Rescued by her court's High Lord, she is offered refuge in the House of Wind, a place where ancient magic breathes over stone and scarred wings silhouette a starlit sky. But grief leaves her hollow, and dreams of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library beneath the House. As war builds on the horizon, Nephele draws the attention of Rhysand's Inner Circle. His spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, cannot understand why his shadows seek her out. His general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by the sense that he's known her far longer than he should. His second-in-command, Amren, scents forgotten secrets slumbering beneath her skin. His cousin and confidant, Mor, watches as the threads of fate weave together despite the unraveling caused by Nephele's arrival. But something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew. A truth she was never told - buried beneath a life built on lies. To stop what is coming, Nephele must uncover what was taken from her. She must decide what - and who - she's willing to fight for before the Cauldron comes to full power. And what it will take to awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart. ═══════ 𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑭 - ... 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘-𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ⋆⁺₊❅. 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 ⁺.❆₊⋆𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵

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?

"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me. I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils flared as he took heavy breaths in and out, staring down at me in rage. I mirrored this as I looked up at him, my own anger causing my shadows to whip around sharply. We stare at each other in the eyes, neither of us backing down as the other two shout at him trying to call him off. His shadows come dancing around him to meet mine in turn. A moment passes and it feels as though the shadows part to reveal an invisible string tying us together. Just as the mating bond snaps into place. Female OC! - some brief ocxlucien but the main story is ocxazriel. ****still editing**** apologies for any typos 🫶

Oraya Ashryver Galathynius was falling through worlds with her twin, when she fell into Velaris with no way home. Oraya must find her own way in this new life she is thrown into.

~Until The Cavalry Came~ The Fourth Archeron Sister, set on the first return of Feyre from the Night Court, she is greeted by a change in her youngest sister. After protecting her for so long the youngest sister no longer wishes to be kept a secret for her safety, with political and destructive battles on the horizon how will she change the outcome. Azriel × OC Pre-ACOTAR - Post-ACOSF Starts chapter 23 of ACOMAF Will include spoilers from House Of Sky and Breath !HIATUS DUE TO MENTAL HEALTH!

Wind wielders were extinct, as rare as shadow singers, and hunted into extinction millennia ago. Except for one. Zara Aphelion was living a double life, cast in the shadow of her own legend. Forced to hide her lineage and abilities, Zara struggles to navigate the beginnings of the second war, and to shoulder the burdens of the secrets she's forced to keep for the Dawn Court. But when a certain shadow singer discovers her secrets and forces them out into the open, everything goes to hell, and Zara is thrust down a past she could never have prepared herself for All rights go to Sarah j Mass, except for Zara and her storyline

☽◦➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Maiven Archeron founds her home between the shadows and the stars. "𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." ╰┈˚ · ° . 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ˏˋ°•*The Second book in the *•° ˊˎ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 series ------------------------