He had the looks to kill, he had the looks to protect. But he didn't have the looks to love. He never searched for that someone, but deep down he knew he needed her. And when they finally met, it was as if the sun and moon clashed. Like polar opposites, they never got along. But they soon will, for they both believed in something: each other. She was known as Scarlett, a rogue who's stubborn, feisty, and does things her way. And he was known as Jax, the alpha who's equally as stubborn, egoistic, and hates when things doesn't go his way. HIGHEST RANK: #39 - love #29 - werewolf #7 - alpha #15 - romance Started: 14 August 2018

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

Adela (ah-del-ah) Meaning: noble She was anything but. Born into enslavement of her father's kingdom, becoming his deadliest weapon, Adela Faelan thought her whole life was planned before her by her father. He had trained her as an assassin starting at the age of five, completely throwing away her princess duties or any shred of a personal life. It was easy however, as Adela's father seemed to always have a list of enemies needing of dispatch. But one night, being called into her father's privet chambers she was asked to perform a different task. Emissary. Her father had heard of this realm called Prythian, how they just came back from a war, winning against his brother, the King of Hybern. They seemed to be in shambles, fighting each other about what to do with their mortal lands, everyone on edge about who is really who's ally. He heard of the Spring Court and it's Lord who seemed to have lost everything, maybe he was the perfect way to wiggle in. So he sent her to the Spring Court of Prythian to convince Lord Tamlin to agree to this treaty. Allow the King of Ells to come into your land and stand with him as they both conquered what his lost brother didn't get to have. But complications arose as anyone in her path seemed to recognize her. Her long onyx hair, tan skin when the summer months came around, the shape of her face, her wings... And her violet eyes. But it couldn't be possible that she was related to the Lord of the Night Court. His family was dead. But when the Lord sent his spymaster to get information about this stranger in their lands, there was no doubting it. Adela Faelan was in fact somehow a part of his bloodline. And somehow found herself as the spymaster's mate.

**This is a fanfiction of Sarah J. Maas A Court of Thorns and Roses Series, not cannon** During the war against Hybern, the Cauldron was broken apart creating a rift in time and space itself. The Cauldron, a thing of pure power, capable of wiping out life itself. Thanks to the sacrifice of Feyre and Rhysand, the Cauldron was reformed and hidden once again. But no one ever bothered to consider if the Cauldron let something, or someone, in and the cost it would have. **This story contains themes that may be difficult for some readers. However, SJM often uses difficult subjects in her books. Enter at your own risk.**

Decades after the Great War against Hybern, Prythian remains a land of simmering tensions. A Peregryn's power is awakening, and with it, a darkness that threatens to consume the fragile peace. Branwenn's life is shattered the moment she witnesses the attack on her home in the Dawn Court, and her mother is the attack's sole victim-an act that echoes with otherworldly malice across Prythian. Branwenn is marked for death, thrust into a world where survival is a brutal battle. Torn from the familiar kitchens and bustling court life she knew, she's cast into the harsh, unforgiving camp to unearth her heritage. In this brutal crucible, Branwenn endures, honing her combat skills and rising through the ranks to become a fierce warrior. But even strength and skill are no guarantee of survival. Betrayal lurks in the shadows, and when a deadly conspiracy unravels, Branwenn is forced to confront not only the secrets behind her mother's murder but also the otherworldly forces that seek to control her destiny. A manipulative sorcerer-lord whispers promises of power, tempting her with a path to vengeance, but at what cost? Branwenn stands at a crossroads. Will she succumb to the darkness and become a pawn in a deadly game, or will she forge her own path, even if it means facing the monstrous truths within herself? This is a spin-off inspired by the captivating works of Sarah J. Maas, a delightful blend of homage, spoof, and fan fiction. Full credit is attributed to her exceptional characters and the wondrous world she envisioned.

OCxAzriel(acotar) This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court. Centuries have passed, but Verena cannot let go of all the damage that has been done to her and to her people. This is why she finds herself in the last place she ever thought she would be at: the Night Court. She's after the last piece of her heritage; her mother's spell book, and nothing will stop her. Even if a certain shadowsinger has his eyes on her all the time. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the most powerful High Lord, Rhysand, is her brother? I do not own any of the Original characters from ACOTAR, only the ones I have created for this story. *Takes place before and after the events of ACOTAR ;) More coming soon...

**𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐓 𝟐𝟓 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐒𝐅** "If it was not for healers, Meira, most of us would be dead. Take that as you will." Devlon's hard gaze meets mine, "But remember, girl, that Illyrians will not be forgiving. Or pleasant. There are other posts and positions, are you sure you want to be a healer?" "Yes." I answer honestly. Because I can't risk anything else. ---- Meira is a healer at Windhaven, and after being found in mysterious circumstances, she's set on trying to keep a low profile. She remembers nothing before they found her, and now she's content being Devlon's ward and a successful healer among the females and males alike. She's treasured by Devlon like the daughter he never had, and protects her with everything he has. She's always known she was different, and then she does something nobody had ever seen before... That's when she catches the Inner Circle's attention, after saving one of their own. And two of them especially... --- 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰--- **𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇 𝐉 𝐌𝐀𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐎𝐂𝐬** #1 acotar 24/11/24 #1 nestaarcheron 28/12/23 #1 acosf 5/01/24 #1 Koschei 11/01/24 #1 acourtsilverflames 13/01/24 #1 shadowsinger 21/01/24 #1 Illyrian 31/01/24 #1 acowar 24/02/24 #1 feyrearcheron 02/03/24 #1 acourtofthornsandroses 02/03/23 #1 rhysand 22/03/24 #1 sarahjmaas 29/05/24

It's colder then I remember it, dark as an abyss but I stop being afraid of the dark along time ago. Shadows curl around me and I allow myself the split second of hope. Allowing myself to wish for the male I can not have. His voice is a distant memory but also clear as day in this dark and musky hole. "We will be friends." His voice is relaxed but firm. Lulling me away into memories with his deep vibrato. "Friends?" I croak, confusion lacing my voice. "People who are nice to each other occasionally spend time together." Azriel deadpans. "I know what friends are." I snap back, not able to hold back the bite in my words. Some way to start a friendship. He chuckles despite my tone, the dark alluring sound wrapping around my spine. I look away from him. "Well, you don't seem to have any." I don't realize the tears have fallen until they have drenched my cheeks. I curl deeper into myself, wishing those memories wouldn't haunt me. I replay the moment over and over in my head. Weaving it into my very being, my sanity. With darkness threading around me I list all the reasons he couldn't love me. Even if I could get out of this hell, those memories are all I have. I wouldn't forgive me either.

Hephaestus was the most powerful God. The God of fire. He possessed the power of the Phoenix or as others call it the 'War Ender.' Before his death he claimed that his powers would be passed on ONCE for all of eternity. Those powers were passed onto an unsuspecting Faerie named Aliera, who now is unknowingly the most powerful Faerie alive. Having lived her entire life a lie and suffering from the repercussions those lies held she runs into a Shadowsinger, a Spymaster. From the moment he saw her he knew he couldn't stay away, even if it was for his own good. Azriel finds himself drawn to her flame, her fire. The very thing that almost destroyed him. Azriel x OC