• Book 1 out of 4 of "The Way To Save You" series. Hiraya te Salem Ka'art'ite, the last of the nomadic Terapatxi, has chosen the shadows. A survivor of the RDA's cruelest experiments, the fifteen-year-old Hiraya knows a bitter truth: in a world at war, her mutated blood is not a gift - it is a prize to be exploited by humans and Na'vi alike. ​Her carefully guarded solitude is shattered when a stranger stumbles into her sanctuary. He doesn't come with shackles or syringes; he comes with a gentle smile and a name that carries the weight of a legend. ​"I am Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Son of Toruk Makto. It's nice to meet you, Hiraya." ○●○●○●○ This Avatar - Neteyam AU fanfic: • is canon-compliant (save for the author's own interpretation of incomplete souls and Spirit World rules). • is written in switching 3rd person POVs for better storytelling. • adheres to sci-fi laws and logical emotional development. • is literally made to counter Neteyam's canonical death in ATWOW. • is made by an author who loves pictures (so please do read online for the full experience ♡). ○●○●○●○ Sample passage from this book: ​"Listen to me," Neteyam said, his focus narrowing entirely on her, his brows furrowed with genuine concern. He shifted, his hand moving to cover hers where it rested, white-knuckled and trembling against her thigh. Her skin felt fever-hot against his palm, a sharp contrast to the cooling spray of the sea. ​"Focus on this," he told her, keeping his voice low and steady to cut through the sound of the surf. He needed her to stop staring at the horizon with those dead eyes. "Feel the weight of my hand. The salt on your skin. You are here, Hiraya. Right now. You're with me, and we're above the surface. Stay in the light."

Escaping from the Mangkwan clan is almost impossible. Especially when I have an obsessed man like Wukula chasing after me. He thinks I belong to him and only him, even in death. But when someone finds me that is strong enough to help me, I suddenly have a chance. A man who needs revenge against the same man I am running from decides to protect me. So'lek. Will I be able to escape and live free? Or will I have to choose between two clans and two men who want to kill each other?

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

Elinora Saiya Archeron. The fourth sister. Her whole life she felt different. Her sister all looked very similar while she was the odd-one-out. She always thought maybe somethings was wrong with her. When her younger sister Feyre is taken away by a Faerie and her family suddenly loses all memories of the incident, she knows something is very wrong. So she goes, to get her sister back. She knows she won't get through the wall, but there are rumors one particular captain knows another way in. So Elinora begins to search for him. But what happens when her journey brings her to a forgotten Island. And on this Island, lays the home of the 8th Court. The Dusk Court. Azriel x OC Story Remember this is a fanfiction! All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas.

A rare discovery changes everything-another shadowsinger, her. Found young and frightened, she's brought to Azriel, and the moment their shadows touch, something soul-deep sparks between them. As she grows into her power, their connection deepens - shadows entwining, protective, playful, and increasingly intimate. What begins as mentorship, becomes undeniable affection, desire, and love. They find home in each other-and in the shadows that first brought them together. Azriel softens for her. She finds safety in him. Their bond isn't just shadow-deep-it's fate.

The daughter of two War survivors. Sapphire, known as Fia, is one of a kind. Her father is an Illyrian and her mother is a Seraphim/High Fae half-breed. Which makes her a "Triple Fae". Or so everyone thinks. Follow Fia as she's reunited with her long time best friend Mor after Amarantha's downfall. Her friends with benefits to lovers story with Azriel. And learning about her past and untapped powers. ♧Set after ACOTAR and during ACOMAF (might continue to ACOSF/HOFAS if it does well) □I only own the characters I've created, everything else goes to the author Sarah J Maas ☆Bit of a slow burn for the first five or so chapters, but it does contain certain smutty scenes - you have been warned. ◇Updated weekly - hopefully. ♡Defintly contains mature content. ☆Please share, comment and vote - this helps me to know who is actually reading and helps me to move forward instead of just abandoning a partly made story. Copyright ©2025 JazIona NO TRANSLATIONS ALOUD

18+ ONLY | Mature / Graphic | Alastor x Reader | Slow Burn | Loss of Innocence ─────────── ⋆⋅🥀🦌⋅⋆ "It's charming how dangerous you are when you blush..." "A touch that brings life to the dead and decay to the living..." Death was supposed to be the end, but for Y/N, it was just the beginning. Rescued by the infamous Radio Demon, Y/N finds herself caught between her desire for redemption and her growing fascination with the macabre. Alastor offers her more than just protection; he offers her a seat at his side, a home, and a love that is as terrifying as it is tender.

━━ RHOSS ASHRYVER GALATHYNIUS. Princess of Terrasen. Lady of Tears. Warrior of Storms. Bender of Worlds. Together, Rhoss and her twin sister Aelin shattered empires, burning Maeve's lands to ash and destroying Erawan's armies. But even victory leaves scars. One year later, Rhoss is drowning beneath grief, nightmares, and the weight of a broken kingdom. Then, in the silent halls of her palace, she hears it-the haunting song of a harp echoing in her chest. A call to a destiny far greater... and far more dangerous... than she ever imagined. (Longer synopsis inside) ... TOGxACOTAR crossover oc x azriel

Selenophilla~Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivation. #Klaus1 - 9/1/25 #tvd1 - 12/19/25 #Klaus4 - 10/12/25 #elijah1 - 1/2/26 7/3/25-1/26/26

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.