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.

(This story takes place after a Court of Silver flames) After Amarantha and Hybern fell, Prythian did not heal. It fractured. Hope was a fragile thing-until the most carefully guarded secret of Prythian returned. The lost heir, hidden in a pocket realm for her own safety for over 50 years, the heir to the Winter Court. The first High Lady that exists in Prythian, but not only is she of Winter, but of another Court. The last living heir of the lost kingdom of the Dusk Court. The lost bloodline lives within her. Her return sends shockwaves through the courts, turning her into a prize, a threat, and a target. She did not come back for power or a throne-she came back for her people. For the children. For the broken and the forgotten. She never meant to fall in love. But the Cauldron does not ask permission. Bound to the most lethal male in Prythian-the Shadowsinger of the Night Court-her fate becomes entangled with a darkness that mirrors her own. Together, they will either remake Prythian... Or burn it to the ground.

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.

The last Inkborn in Prythian has survived centuries of hunting, her magic woven into the animals inked across her skin. Isabelle has always lived in the shadows, trusting no one-until a mysterious High Lord and his Inner Circle find her. Rhysand knows she's his mate, but Isabelle doesn't-and she has no reason to trust anyone. As the Night Court battles jealous hunters and rival courts, Isabelle must navigate a world she's never known: one of friendship, danger, and feelings she never thought she'd allow herself to feel. Can a girl born of shadows find her place in the light? And can the Night Court protect her before history repeats itself?

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

Over 500 years ago Eris Vanserra left Morrigan bleeding in the woods for dead for entirely selfish reasons. At least, that's the story everyone knows. No one pushes her on it, and he won't elaborate. Eris grew up with every privilege on paper, but little that truly mattered. He's been haunted by that night in more ways than one, bound to a story he can't correct and an ache he can't name. And everything that should have been hinges on the truth finally coming to light. Azriel's love for Morrigan has been a purposeful disguise. He's spent centuries pretending to love her, knowing something about her never quite fit. Staying close was the only way to catch the moments she'd slip. He doesn't know what she wants or what she's hiding, only that the truth is far more dangerous than the web of lies she's spun. And he intends to uncover it before it's too late. Some truths shatter relationships, and others forge them.

A story of a women who one day woke up in a fictional world and as someone who shouldn't exist, Lady of Spring and Sister of the High Lord of the Spring Court. ship: Rhysand x Amara (eventually) following the timeline of A Court of Thorns and Roses, all rights belong to Sarah. j. Maas, except for the changes in the plot and my oc, Amara. (P.S., I'm not a native English speaker, so I apologise in advance, but please correct me by any means.)

Arya knew three things with absolute certainty: 1. Keep her identity a secret. 2. Keep the wings hidden. 3. Absolutely do not get tangled up with the Night Court. She has since broken all three. In her defense, nobody told her the Night Court came with three mates, a grim dog with opinions, and a prophecy older than the continent itself. Also in her defense, the last time anyone saw her she was six months old, so most of this is technically not her fault. A full ACOTAR rewrite - OC-centric, polyandry (OC X Rhys & Cassian & Azriel), slow burn, yearning, anti-Inner Circle, Virgin Bat Boys. Ancient lore. Plot twists. Therapy for everyone who's lived long enough to need it. 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

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. 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. First 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.

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.