Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. Power and starlight. Made of dreams and devotion. His mate, strong and radiant, the only one who could match him heart for heart. What began with a wish and a bond became something far greater-family. From labour beneath a sky of falling stars to sleepless nights, first words, magical mishaps, and tiny hands clutching his own-they grow, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his daughter. A story of stars and lullabies, of magic and parenthood, of a warrior learning the bravest thing he could be was gentle. He was their sky. They were his stars.

"She was a child born of darkness and light, the union of two different worlds. A true child of Night, they called her- born at midnight under a full moon during the longest night of the year. But she was more than the darkness she was born into. Just like the stars shine against the night sky, so she shines with a light that pours onto everyone she loves. She is the light in my darkness, the star in my sky. She is everything to me. My mate. My equal. My queen." Willow Alnazar was a unique case- the child of a High Fae mother and an Illyrian father, she was born with a power never before seen, a power that earned her the nickname of "The Banshee". Willow always felt caught between worlds, never really belonging anywhere. In Windhaven, she was a cross-breed female with wings broken in a childhood accident. In Velaris, she was first a latchkey kid of a broken mother and then the sole guardian of her little sister. But when she's kidnapped in the middle of the night and taken to another Court, she knows her quiet life in Velaris is over. Rhysand was a broken male- he'd never truly recovered from what he went through Under The Mountain. But as the High Lord of the Night Court, he puts on a brave face, showing strength to his Court when he feels only a step away from falling apart. But as Hybern starts to march on Prythian, Rhysand puts more and more on his shoulders until it feels he might crumble. Not feeling safe enough to share his pain with anyone, not even his Inner Circle, he continues to feel more isolated and alone. But then everything changes during the High Lord's meeting. Everything changes when he sees that white-haired female wearing a golden mask. And just as the stars and moon bring light to the night sky, so Willow would come to bring the light back into Rhysand's life. And maybe, just maybe, she would help save all of Prythian in the process.

She made a bargain in secret. Now the shadows are calling her home. After the trials Under the Mountain, Gaia's world is cracked and quiet. Her sister may bear the scars, but Gaia carries the cost-a hidden deal struck with the High Lord of the Night Court, one that drags her into a realm of moonlight and masks each month. But something inside her is changing. Power stirs where there should be none. A soulmark pulses with meaning she doesn't understand. And whispers from a forgotten god echo through her blood. As tensions rise between courts and war creeps across the land, Gaia must choose between the girl she was and the force she's becoming. Because some fury isn't meant to be buried. And not all bargains stay in the dark. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. Second installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

nyx archeron x oc nia lost her memories and two big illyrian males found her into the wood, will she remember who she is? where she comes from? this is a SLOW burn

'✶~ charmelancholy ~✶' (n.) the sadness tinted with charm and nostalgia after a romantic, but short-lived encounter with a stranger '✩~ Nyx Archeron x OC ~✩' ∙•◦✢◦•∙ In which a stranger from a foreign court visits Velaris and meets the male of her dreams, but never expects to see him again. ∙•◦✢◦•∙

Nyx, heir to the Night Court, is still searching for a place that feels like his own. Overshadowed by his parents' legacy-Rhysand and Feyre. Nyx is thrust into the heart of Prythian's growing unrest. When he and his cousins are sent to the other courts to prevent another war, Nyx doesn't expect to find his greatest challenge in the most unexpected place: the Spring Court. Or in the eyes of a girl he should never fall for. Lyra, the only heir and daughter of Tamlin. Selene, daughter of Azriel and Elain, has lived her entire life on the sidelines. With no wings and no powers, she is constantly shielded from danger-and opportunity. But Selene is done waiting to be chosen. She wants to prove her worth, to be more than just her bloodline. But what begins as a political mission quickly becomes something else-something far more dangerous. Because on this road, she doesn't just find her true heritage. She finds him. An outlaw. Someone who stands against everything she was raised to protect. Enemies to Lovers. Forbidden Love. A slow-burn romance set in a world of old wounds and new desires. Sometimes, finding yourself... means falling for the one person who sees past your silence.

The prophecy said she'd destroy the world. Plot twist: she's okay with that. ────────── Kaelith didn't ask to be Prythian's first High Lady chosen by magic. Didn't ask for the power to literally break time. Didn't ask to watch her parents get murdered in front of her. But here we are. Now she's hunting their killers with the kind of focus that makes ancient powers nervous. The whispers follow her everywhere: Unmaker. Monster. The silver-marked one from the prophecy. She's not denying it. She's leaning in. There's just one problem wearing Illyrian wings and a hero complex: Nyx Archeron. The Night Court prince keeps showing up-in her investigations, in her space, in her HEAD-with his infuriating morals and his stupidly beautiful face and his apparent death wish. He's convinced he can save her from herself. She's convinced she can make him regret that. (She's lying. Mostly. She hasn't decided yet.) ────────── morally gray FMC • unhinged protagonist • witty banter • lots of angst • idiots to lovers • she's a menace (he's into it) • mutual obsession • he falls first (she falls harder) • next-gen ACOTAR ────────── #1 sarahjmaas (01/2026) #2 nyxarcheron (01/2016)

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.

She became a nurse to save lives, but forgot her own in the process. Clinging to a fading dream, she moves through blood and sirens with soft hands and a cracking heart. Then came Rhysand. Too sharp, too poised, too dangerous. He watches her like she's a secret only he knows. He shouldn't care. But he does. What begins as a quiet obsession blooms into something electric. Loving him means stepping into the dark and realising it feels like home. Is he the ruin of her, or her only way out? A story of a girl raised to heal, and a man who only knew how to destroy-until her.