There is a Pool of Starlight in the Spring Court. A piece of the Night Court that has no business being in the land of Eternal Spring. So how did it came to be? Or: How the Spymaster of the Night Court starts hearing a voice, realises that no, he is not insane after all, frees a princess, kills a High Lord... and finds his mate all at the same time.

Eavesdroppers never hear anything good about themselves, goes the idiom. When Solana hears an admission from the High Lord of Day, she's ill-prepared for it. She doesn't believe in fairytales any longer, but maybe there was a happily ever after for Solana and Helion somewhere

Azriel had spent centuries believing that he of all people didn't deserve a mate. And if anything, the last three years had just galvinised that particular belief. And then he meets her. The first time Oriana met Azriel, she thought that he reminded her of a skittish cat. Shy and a little bit broken. Good for him that she absolutely excelled in fixing the things around her.

The shadows decide that Azriel needs a hobby. 5 times when said hobby-related shenanigans didn't end so well...and the one time where it may end up better than Azriel could ever have imagined.

Azriel knew pain. So did Galena. Also known as: Azriel's mate is a healer and the first time they meet he nearly dies on her.

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

Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court of Prythian, was lonely. The long days, the missions... But what happens when he finally finds his mate, only to realize she is the daughter of an enemy long dead... Amara is living a new life in Velaris, desperate to hide who she used to be, who her mother is. When Azriel comes into her life, everything changes, and the both of them have to learn who they are, and fast, because something is coming for the both of them... I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS; THE ONLY ONE I MADE UP WAS AMARA. THE REST WERE CREATED BY SARAH J MAAS, AS WAS THE SETTING.

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.

Born the only daughter of Lord Devlon, she grew up on the outskirts of power-always watching, always fighting for a place no one wanted her to have. While her brothers trained to conquer, she learned to endure-and taught herself to dream. They called her foolish. Said her wings were just for show. But Azriel has known her for years-long before power shifted, long before she ever dared to hope. And in all that time, he never once looked away. He calls her Butterfly-not because she's fragile, but because he sees what no one else will, the strength it takes to fly when the world keeps trying to pin you down. A story of a girl no one believed in-and the male who always did.

A love tangled in fire and fear. They were never meant to be more than stolen nights and whispered promises. Eris keeps her at arm's length, bound by his father's cruelty and the danger of wanting too much yet he can't stay away. She takes what little of him he'll give, even as it breaks her. Secrets unravel, brothers circle like wolves, and every stolen moment between them feels both dangerous and inevitable. Until the day he must choose, keep surviving under Beron's shadow... or burn it all down for her.