Azriel broke as he saw the girl he loved staining her face with tears. He whipped her tears away, wanting nothing more to drawn with her so she would never feel alone again. His shadows echoed her pain and he finally knew what it meant to feel someone's pain as if it were your own.

~He was her lifeline, she was his sanity~ Amaria's heart has long since been sealed off. Azriel has never known love until he laid eyes on her. Two souls meet but are quickly torn apart when Armarantha takes the high lords powers and traps a majority of them under the mountain, including Aria and her new High Lord. Will Azriel and Aria meet again and have the chance to be together, or will Armarantha's reign forever build a gap between their hearts? TW: ⚠ mentions of unconsesual sex, gore, smut, violence ⚠ This is set pre Acotar and then goes into Acotar, through Acosf

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.

In which a girl faces the ghosts of her past and the people she loves most, at a time where courage, guilt, and redemption intertwine in the shadows of betrayal. OC x Azriel All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas, this is just a fanfiction!

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.

A story for those who wish Azriel more than shadows and silence-for those who long to see him find something real, something that feels like home.

⤷ in which her sister suddenly gets taken to prythian, and everything in her life changes. （ acotar - ? ） （ slow burn!azriel × female ） （ status: ongoing ） ©venusflimss

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.

LiaLina- "tbh, the fact that i almost scrolled past this absolute masterpiece of a book should be considered a crime. Also that I only clicked on it because of the turtle" The worst thing you will do is not give it a chance! I know, I know. It's an original character with Azriel. But does Elain, Eris, or Gwyn have a super awesome pet turtle? I didn't think so. Novalie does... and she also has a ton of other secrets (ones she doesn't even know about). She also makes Azriel pretty happy. And desperate. And sappy. And touch her and ☠️. And.. Azriel and her pet turtle turn out to be bff. I think. So far... I mean at one point they have a moment where I wasn't sure who was going to win.. but they do work it out.