Styx não queria estar ali, não naquele lugar. Mais uma vez ela perderá o direito de escolha sobre a própria vida como muita das vezes. No entanto, aquilo já era de mais, sobre passava o limite de todas as crenças existentes já criadas. Não que ela duvidasse da existência de outros mundos/universos, longe disso. Porém ser mandada para um era outra história. Ainda mais um lugar como aquele, diferente de tudo que estava acostumada. Ela cairá ─ no modo literal da palavra ─ em um mundo onde feéricos e outros seres mágicos existiam e de quebra, humanos eram desprovidos de qualquer tipo de magia. Diferente do lugar que viera, onde magia entre mortais era comum, principalmente entre sua família. Agora em Prythian, ela entenderá que há males que vem para o bem, assim como a noite vem após um dia exaustivo sobre o sol escaldante.

"Let me have your power, I won't fight the darkness anymore." She closed her eyes as her body burned. "What are you willing to give?" the darkness whispered. "Everything." And then it stopped. Because suddenly... the world went quiet. "Ah, you're not Half-Illyrian anymore, you're my Enchantress." Rhysand watched as Rhaenyra opened her eyes and he knew what she had done. Her eyes were no longer that light brown color. They were red. That gods-damned bitch had whipped her so brutally that he'd rarely seen such blood spilled as a result. Then ripped her wings. To break her. To torture her His Rhaenyra, locked in that darkness. She'd tried to tell him. Right before the army came. Tried to tell him about Amarantha's betrayal. She knew what was going to happen. The cost. She had given all of herself. Had given up her life. Her humanity burned away. Turned to nothing but dust between worlds. There would be no more Rhaenyra, only her body and this power. Rhysand knew in his heart that Rhaenyra would do whatever he asked, even if it meant Rhaenyra's life, therefore he was always careful never to ask too much. The girl who was neglected and abused. The girl who found love and lost it as a cost of her happiness. The girl who survived the Illyrian camps because she would not be afraid. The girl who made friends and fought for her freedom. The girl who was taught to not be a coward. Rhaenyra Nikova. "It was all borrowed time anyway." She'd told him. Rhaenyra did not expect them to come for her. She, who had come for them, who had found them all. If any of them, had it in then to change the world, it had been her. But no more. Warnings: Rape, miscarriage, torture, and smut. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas

Ellentya, a irmã mais nova de quatro filhas de um mercador falido. Negligenciada pelos pais ao nascer, Ellentya foi criada pelas irmãs mais velhas com todo amor, carinho e proteção do mundo. Mesmo quando a pobreza assolou sua família e Ellentya viu sua irmã Feyre caçando para mante-los vivos, ela não se deixou vencida e ajudar da meneira que podia. Quando Feyre voltou, o meses após ser levada pela fera feérica, ela passou muitas semanas antes de alegar que precisava voltar as terras de Prythian, para salvar o homem por quem tinha se apaixonado. Temendo a irmã lutando sozinha em Prythian, Ellentya decidi se juntar a missão de salvar o Grão-Senhor da Primaveril com Feyre. Iniciada: 03.09.2023 Finalizada: ???? Plot by: @womanaz_ Cover by: Darkwhitethorn

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.

"These are the magnets which so strongly move and work all night upon thy light and love, as beauteous shapes, we know not why, command and guide the eye." Amarantha had destroyed numerous lives, especially Aurilena Sterle's. After the murder of her family, as requested by Amarantha herself, she fled to the Spring Court. Even when the blight swept over Prythian, she remained, choosing to become Tamlin's political advisor despite the bad blood between her home court and his. Their time was coming to an end when their saving grace appeared. Will Feyre Archeron be able to save them or will she only doom them further? What happens when morals change, alliances shift, friendships are pushed to the limit, wars begin to bloom, and romance with the unexpected comes to the surface? You may be able to take the girl out of the Court of Nightmares, but can you ever truly take the Court of Nightmares out of the girl?

Kara era uma garota amável e destemida, sendo corajosa e guerreira desde nova, protejendo a si mesma e sua família de quem queria os machucar. Quando pequena, costumava ter longas e duradouras conversas com seu irmão, um melhor amigo e seu companheiro, em uma dessas conversas ela o disse um de seus desejos. Anos depois, em uma tragédia que ninguém pode prever, Kara sofre um acidente grave, ficando em coma e tendo que sobreviver por aparelhos respiratórios. Durante seu tempo vegetativo seu irmão lia livros para ela. Aquilo doeu, mas ele sabia, sempre soube e entendia que ela nunca iria querer viver daquela maneira. Os aparelhos foram desligados, Kara podia ir em paz, mas nem tudo ocorreu como esperava, quando abriu novamente seus olhos, se encontrou em frente a muitas pessoas um tanto diferente do que ela era acostumada. E bem... Ela nunca esperou que ela, entre todas as pessoas do mundo, tivesse sido capaz de entrar no corpo de um personagem fictício, capaz de mudar uma história. Kara entrou no corpo, de ninguém mais, ninguém menos que... Amarantha. Iniciada: 25/03/2022 Finalizada:

Everyone in Prythain wanted freedom from the Hybern's commander, Amarantha. Aadya Solace was not of the Fae, not of Prythain. Like the High Lords of Prythain she too was tricked by Amarantha into the blight. After 50 years, when Feyre enters the spring court under the Treaty's rules all hope is returned. How will Aadya break the curse on her and the entirety of Prythain to return back home, all while fighting of her unknown temptation to be with the High Lord of the Night Court? Find out in "YOUNG GOD" Rhysand × oc Starts in A court of thorns and roses[completed] A court of Mist and Fury[ongoing]- _____________________________ "You can't stop me, you know that. I'm everything you can't control." "If I cannot bend Heaven, I will raise Hell." "I have been trying to go home my whole life--- still haven't found it yet." [Still writing] [Unedited]

❝ Life rarely plays out the way we wish, but I don't think that I would have had it any other way ❞ Carasai had always thought marriage and mates were a sacred thing, one determined by the Mother and no one else. But with war at the forefront of everyone's mind and all to play for, Carasai was soon to discover the price of being born a woman. Now, shipped away to the furthest reach of the map, Carasai has to learn to navigate a different type of court, one filled with lies, betrayal and secrets, all the while trying to uncover the true motives of her new husband, who seems too nice to be true. Rhysand x oc A COURT OF BLOOD AND DAWN SERIES II Cover by @IvvyKy Imaginebooks © 2021

Eu lembro de morrer. Tudo escureceu e eu sabia que aquele era o meu fim, eu aceitei isso. Por isso eu estava muito confusa quando abri meus olhos e estava em um lugar que eu nunca tinha visto na minha vida. Eu havia reencarnado. Mas eu não tinha reencarnado no presente, futuro, muito menos no passado. Eu estava em uma história. A Corte de rosa e espinhos. E nesse mundo, eu sou irmã do protagonista, Tamlin. Rhysand×PersonagemOriginal OBS: História baseada no universo de Acotar.