Teil 1 BEENDET! Die Geschichte spielt ca. zwanzig Jahre nach den Ereignissen des 7. Bandes. Deshalb SPOILERWARNUNG!! (auch bei der Beschreibung) Ayla Caru verlor bei dem Krieg gegen Erawan und Maeve ihre ganze Familie und muss als Schneiderin für eine dubiose Bordellbesitzerin arbeiten. Einzig der Gedanke an Rache hält die junge Frau am Leben und lässt sie nicht aufgeben, denn ihr größtes Ziel im Leben ist es, die Königin von Terrasen umzubringen. Als dann jedoch König Dorian Havilliard sie an den Königshof nach Rifthold rufen lässt, ahnt sie noch nicht, wie wichtig ihre Rache in Wirklichkeit ist. Rechte der Namen, sowie der Geschichte gehören Sarah J. Maas. Ich habe lediglich ein paar Charaktere hinzugefügt, wie bspw. die Kinder unserer geliebten Gruppe rund um Aelin und Dorian.

{ACOTAR AU - BOOK 1} "The Daughter of Dawn and the Spymaster of the Night Court locked eyes... and the mating bond snapped into place." After suffering decades of torture during the reign of Amarantha, Auriella, daughter of Thesan and Zephyr, tries her best to recover from the trauma and damage that has been done to her physically, emotionally, and mentally. Before Under the Mountain, Auriella was a light that glowed in the deepest darkness but not anymore. As much as she tries to go back to the person she once was, she cannot. Auriella is stuck in a pit of nightmares and pain that she fears she will never overcome. But as her trauma worsens and unexpected things happen, it is up to the Daughter of Dawn to find answers in the Night Court, where she will receive help from the Inner Circle. But as Auriella spends more time around her mate, Azriel, things become more complicated and could possibly become more than she ever believed. {All ACOTAR characters belong to Sarah J. Maas} Best Ranking: - #1 in ACOTAR - #1 in Azriel

PART 2 ON PAUSE WHILE I FINISH MY DEBUT BOOK. .:follow me @thehannanguyen on Instagram for book updates:. "Ronan sighed, running a weary hand through his hair. His tan skin glowed bronze in the candlelight beneath his unbuttoned jacket. But when Astra flicked her eyes back to his, he gave her a cocky smirk. 'You got it, Sunshine.'" Azriel's Daughter, Astra was never going to be the Night Court's next generation spymaster. Believed to have not inherited all of her father's shadowsinger abilities, Astra struggles to find her place within the Inner Circle. While navigating her feelings for her childhood friend Nyx, and secretly teaming up with a mysterious summer court prince, she stumbles upon a horrible realization. Torn between committing treason against her family, and fearing repeating history; Astra takes it upon herself to stop a war from beginning while allying with a new generation of fae in Prythian...even if she must blur the lines of family loyalty to achieve it. Editor: @meganmckiss Beta Readers: @taylor_booktoks @meganmckiss Cover Art: @thehannanguyen Particular characters in this story have been used with permission by the original creators: Astra @thehannanguyen, Ronan @thehannanguyen, Estoria @authorlunalaurier, and Catrin @daevastanner and is represented in the style of @taylor_booktoks

Zaira - Tochter des High Lords der Nacht. Erbin der Schatten. Und seit ihrer Geburt mit einem unausgesprochenen Schicksal verbunden. Als Azriel - still, tödlich, unergründlich - an ihrer Seite steht, seit sie denken kann, weiß sie nicht, wo Loyalität endet... und Liebe beginnt. Doch was, wenn aus dem Schatten mehr wird? Wenn das Band zwischen ihnen nicht nur verboten, sondern vorherbestimmt ist? Während Zaira zwischen Herz und Pflicht, Familie und Verlangen zerrissen wird, muss sie sich entscheiden: Will sie den Weg gehen, den andere für sie gewählt haben - oder den, den ihre Seele längst kennt? Eine „Das Reich der sieben Höfe"-Fanfiction voller Magie, Schatten und Sehnsucht. Wenn dein Herz spricht - kannst du es zum Schweigen bringen?

"Das Mädchen aus Eis weint höllisch heiße Tränen - ironisch, nicht?" Seit sie klein ist trainiert Cree täglich im Heerlager der Illyrianer und das nur, um sich zu verteidigen. An einen Kampf in einer der Legionen ist nicht zu denken und das Verbot ihrer Eltern - Highlord Kallias des Winterhofs und seine Lady Viviane - war deutlich: nur zur Verteidigung. Ihre Tränen sind brennend - lodern wie ein stilles Feuer, dass jederzeit hunderte Soldaten töten konnte. Eine allein reicht, um zehn von ihnen quälend im Rauch der Hitze zu ersticken, nachdem ihre Haut sich schälend vom Körper gebrannt hat. Sie will kämpfen, will eine Walküre werden wie Nesta Archeron, die Mutter ihrer besten Freundin Zelda. Doch ausgerechnet Zeldas Cousin Nyx - Sohn des mächtigen Highlords Rhysand und seiner Highlady Feyre - macht ihr das Leben schwer, und das nicht nur im Kampf der Ausbildung. Eine Feindschaft die sich nicht erklären lässt und doch hält die Zeit für einen Moment inne, wenn sich ihre eisigen Blicke herausfordernd begegnen. Seit Jahrzehnten will man ihre Macht - die Stärke ihrer Tränen - und das um jeden Preis. Gelingt es ihr, das Spiel aus Liebe, Ignoranz, Willen und Hass zu meistern? Kann sie gewinnen? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Das hier ist eine Story basierend auf den Büchern "Das Reich der Sieben Höfe" von Sarah J.Maas. Die Geschichte habe ich mir selbst ausgedacht, sowie meine eigenen Charaktere, schlicht weg der Weltenbau und einige Fachbegriffe der Bücher sind nicht von mir. Die Hauptcharaktere dieser Story sind von mir selbst frei erfunden und somit auch rechtlich mein Eigentum.

Lucien inclined his head, lowering his voice, "Tamlin convinced Amarantha to spare my life, but instead he had to bestow me with twenty lashes." Elain's eyes widened in surprise. Tamlin had whipped him? No doubt taking note of her expression, Lucien shook his head, "It's in the past." Elain felt a surge of anger-no, fury, wash over her. **A prequel to my upcoming Elucien Novella "Fox & Fawn" where Elain discovers what Tamlin did UTM to her mate**

An Elucien Holiday Novella Lucien still didn't look at her. "I have spoken with Feyre. She, as you know, has spell-cleaving abilities - far greater than my own." Another deep shuddering breath. "And she has agreed to break our bond." Elain froze in her seat. Her mind wiped of all reason. Of all words. Lucien continued, "Tomorrow." Elain's heart stuttered. He finally met her eyes, and a warm smile spread on his lips. Warm and comforting and sincere. It made Elain sick. Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Numbly, Elain placed her fingers in his palm. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. "Happy Solstice, Elain." And he left. *** All chapters uploaded 130 pages, approx 40 K words

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

**Inspired by OUTLANDER - Daily releases starting 4/09 -- 480+ pages complete** Following the events of ACOSF, the Valkyrie must answer for their victory in the Blood Rite and face trial before the Illyrian Tribunal in Windhaven. Corporal punishment is certain, but there is one way around it for Gwyneth Berdara: Marriage. "As Gwyneth Berdara's husband, I invoke the right to accept whatever punishment is determined on her behalf." Slowly, the three Magistrates' heads swiveled to Gwyn. The priestess swallowed hard. "Miss Berdara," Crispin said, "You can confirm that you are the wife of Spymaster Azriel?" She did not hesitate. "Yes." Celio's brows furrowed, while Crispin exhaled heavily. "Thank you, for confirming, Miss Berdara," Fabius said, his voice slick with mock amiability. "Please note that we reserve the right to call your union into question if we find justification." He shifted his attention to Azriel. "Sustained, Spymaster Azriel." A special thanks to Avery (@freckles_and_fiction on tiktok), Sarah (@rosebudmode on tiktok) and Taylor (@taylorsbooktoks on tiktok) for beta-ing this fic.

See what happens when Azriel unexpectedly meets his mate and discovers that she has a child from a previous relationship. Their romance flares as Skylah opens herself back up to love. Oh, and who's her brother?! p.s. the artwork on the cover is from marabarrow on Tumblr :) TW: verbal & physical abuse