/ Azriel x oc story / (set a few months before Under the Mountain) Raised as Beron's daughter, Asteria Vanserra was everything the Autumn Court represented; fiery, cunning and wicked. But some secrets revealed keep pulling her away from who she wants to be and she finds herself both running away and towards the Night Court. Towards her mate. The shadows in his eyes match the fire in her own amber ones; her darkness matches his own. But how much time will they have with Amarantha slowly rising hell, and Asteria being haunted by the ghosts of her past? As all the walls she built around herself slowly burn down, like the fire that was dying to break free from inside of her, burning up for years and leaving her soul nothing but bitter ash - a certain shadowsinger finds himself in a tricky game.

Brina es conocida en todo Prythian como 'la verdugo', una guerrera capaz de cortar las gargantas sus enemigos antes de que ellos sean capaces de notar su presencia. Es temida y respetada, pero sobre todo alabada, especialmente en lo que ella considera su hogar: Velaris, la ciudad de luz de estrellas. Pero antes de convertirse en la leyenda que es hoy, Brina era una simple huérfana rezagada a la que nadie quería. Tuvo que aprender a defenderse por su cuenta y a imponerse ante aquellos que la menospreciaban. Por supuesto, no lo hizo sola. Junto a dos bastardos y un mestizo, la temida verdugo vivió aventuras, luchó en guerras y, sobre todo, amo con pasión. ¿Quieres descubrir su historia? #GANADORAWattys2021

yours is the light by which my spirit's born [ azriel x fem!oc ] [ pre-acotar - post acosf ] ━━━ 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙮 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

When a face Azriel wished he could forget ends up half dead on the edge of Velaris, questions arise about their dark past. Especially when she possesses a certain set of skills the High Lord of the Night Court needs to ensure they're on the winning side of the upcoming war. Set after A Court of Silver Flames (spoiler warning) Completed (EDITING IN PROCESS - gimme a min, I wrote this years ago and was 19) Also published on ao3 under the same title and username

ACOTAR FanFiction AzrielxOC slowburn romance "Is there something you need to say, Azriel?" She studied him, and her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, too. Azriel could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his shadows tucking in tight, and his breath hitch in his throat, but he could do nothing to stop himself as he breathed out - "I'm your mate." --- Though a semblance of peace had arrived, the war with Hybern had left a gaping wound in Prythian. The High Lords form alliances with far away fae territories, in an attempt to rebuild order within their world and establish peace. One by one, emissaries meet with the High Lords of Prythian, striking treaties and alliances. But when a new kingdom, that of the Syrens, come to them wanting a place amid their Treaty, only the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court decide to take a chance on them. Taken under the wing of the Night Court, the emissary of the Syrens, Brianna, must form coalitions within the seven courts of Prythian, earning the trust of its High Lords, developing unlikely friendships with the Inner Circle - especially with that of a certain shadowsinger, with whom she shares a most particular type of bond. But there are secrets that people keep, secrets that, if revealed, could be the very undoing of Prythian. And as they grow close to one another, as they learn more about each other and of themselves, Azriel and Brianna will learn whether their secrets will bring them together, or tear them apart. --- Set after "A Court of Wings and Ruin", excluding the events of "A Court of Frost and Starlight". Long, slow-burn romance fan-fiction, with chapters ranging from 3K-5k words (est. 60+ chapters). Playlist for the fanfiction: "SHADOWS AND THUNDER" on Spotify. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4S0Pfnibyo0gB52hNv6lAL?si=VhZI6HXCSSqklvXeeIMC-A DISCLAIMER: All characters excluding my original characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. Cover art by @Keyra_Shadow

Brinna, an Illyrian half-breed, has given every piece of herself away until there is nothing but hatred in her veins. She hates Illyrian males more than anything. Azriel believes he's caught a traitor amongst the ranks, a female who ran from her camp and betrayed her legion. Sensing the deep, unending bond between them, Azriel feels hope. Instead he finds walls of steal and ice cold rage in a mate determined to hate him. _ "What did they do to you?" His voice was soft, pleading as he furrowed his brow and searched and pulled on that tether that seemed to be bound to nothing but solid steel and adamant now. "What they've done to me is no concern of yours, shadowsinger," she spat the word like a curse. _ Slowburn, enemies to lovers, Azriel/OC (trigger warnings in later chapters)

Maliha has felt like something was missing all her life. She felt like an outcast at the Dawn Court so she decided it was her time to set off on an adventure of her own. Little did she know, this was the worst times to do it. Amarantha's reign has started and Maliha had faced some of the consequences and ended up on the outskirts of Velaris, where Azriel found her unconscious. Against his good judgement, he brought her into the secret city and helped her regain her strength. Until the day she disappears without a trace. 50 years or so later, the King of Hybern is now planning an attack which causes the High Lords to hold a meeting. Maliha has changed, in appearance and soul, but she'll never forget the Illyrian who changed her life for the better. When the Inner Circle comes to the meeting, Azriel saw the woman, and knew she seemed familiar but from where? What will happen between the two now when two courts collide? Is she the one he's been searching for? Maybe, just maybe. She's his parallel, a damaged soul who's been stuck within the darkness and hidden in the shadows, waiting to come out and save not only Az, but all of Prythian. tw// mentions of rape, rape, sexual assault, eating disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, abuse, self-injurious behavior, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, death, blood, war, mental illness, child death mention, torture, violence, sexual content, BSDM, and Kinks.

An Azriel Fanfiction. (Azriel × OC) Daggerheart should have always remained in the dark - the shadow you see out of the corner of your eye - gone before you know if it was a human, an animal or a monster. She was that whisper you hear in the dead of the night that makes you go rigid and hide in the dark. When the war with Hybern ended and fae decided to infest the human realm with spies and messengers, the underworld was in an uproar. They needed to send a message - Even with the Mortal Queens gone, the humans were not left untamed and unsupervised. They had an overseer - An uncrowned Queen. And she would not allow her lands to be once again controlled by fae lords who had tortured and brutalized their people just five hundred years ago. Her message was clear - Leave or pay with your lives.