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.

They said she would be the ruin of Prythian. They had no idea how right they were. When assassins slaughter her family, Kaelith of Winter becomes the first High Lady chosen by magic itself-and grief doesn't just break her, it weaponizes her. With the power to bend time, she hunts her parents' killers across Prythian, leaving a trail of bodies and shattered realities in her wake. They call her monster. Villain. The prophesied Unmaker. Good. Let them fear her. There's just one problem: Nyx. The Night Court heir keeps blocking her path, challenging her kills, looking at her like she's something worth saving instead of something that should burn. He's stupidly honorable and catastrophically determined to stand between her and revenge like he has a death wish. She'll make him regret it. Eventually. Enemies-to-lovers | Morally grey FMC | Villain protagonist | He fell first, she fell harder | Slow burn to explosive | ACOTAR next generation

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.

When Sierra is brought under the mountain by the Attors after being the sole survivor of her village, she believes it to be pure bad karma. Survival is nearly impossible when you're the only mortal among creatures that despise your kind and see you as nothing more than entertainment. Her chances of escaping Amarantha's mountain seem nonexistent. But when you've lost everything that once mattered, you have a choice: let it destroy you, or turn it into something greater. Sierra seizes her chance to escape-even if it means risking her own life-refusing to be anyone's plaything, least of all a Doll. Then she encounters Rhysand, a mysterious fae who always appears at Amarantha's side. He torments her, tests her, and seems just as dangerous as the mountain itself. Yet there's something in his actions that doesn't quite add up-why does he keep her secret to himself when he's supposed to deliver it to Amarantha? In a world of deceit, danger, and impossible choices, survival might mean trusting the one who seems most untrustworthy. (Rhysand X OC) Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction story based on A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas. All characters, settings, and original content belong to her. I do not own ACOTAR, its world, or its characters-this story is just my own creative take. Contains mature themes, violence, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.

Freya fell asleep in her own bed and woke up somewhere else. She could anticipate many things - being kidnapped by a cult full of weirdos or having her organs sold on the black market. What she didn't anticipate was being thrown into a fantasy romance novel, especially one she had dropped after reading just the first few chapters. What? She really did not like blonds. [OFC x RHYS, ISEKAI as she becomes Feyre]

Raven is the fourth Archeron sister - and the oldest. Over the years she felt as if she had failed her sisters and herself. So she became the protector of her family, even if you couldn't see it- and she protected herself, so she didn't have to feel the pain she had once felt. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── "Raven, what are you doing?" I heard Mor's voice behind me. But I was too busy getting strawberries so I didn't answer. Suddenly I felt two hands on my hips and was lifted off the stool. I snorted and turned around with my arms crossed. Azriel X OC OC X Original

Ciara has spent her life surviving in the shadows of the Hewn City, honing her skills as a thief and becoming a master of stealth and cunning. When an unexpected offer promises her wealth beyond her wildest dreams, she seizes the chance-only to find herself thrust into a world she cannot control. Nyx has known nothing but privilege as the Heir to the Night Court, his life free of struggle or danger. But when he lays eyes on a fierce, captivating female whose world collides violently with his own, he is drawn to her in ways he cannot ignore. One thing becomes clear: he will do whatever it takes to keep her safe. A single mistake, a reckless plan-and suddenly, two lives are thrown into chaos, their fates entwined in ways neither of them could have imagined. This is a fan fiction based on the "A Court of Thorns and Roses" books by Sarah J. Maas. Because the series is not yet complete, some aspects of the story have been creatively adapted.