Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. Zilphyer's future was determined long before she was born. As far as she was concerned, none of that destiny included Basgiath; not after she watched her grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles after bonding a dragon, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry Colonel who would do anything to hurt her. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and she wanted nothing to do with it, no matter what her name spelled. Xaden Riorson's future was clear, no Basgiath or dragons in sight. That was, until he was 16, when his father's apostasy-turned-secession fell apart; his home was burned; and his father went missing, only to be reported by someone he thought was an ally, then murdered. Unfortunately for both of them, Basgiath wouldn't let them off so easily. Xaden had a two year head start and became a Wingleader, ready-and willing-to sacrifice anything to fulfill his goals. Some may call them selfish and many call him ruthless, but he's no stranger to prescribed titles. Zilphyer stood before the bridge, but she had no intention of making it across. Her ruined future and unstable life would be given to a cause much more worthy than the torture of Basgiath: her mother, her father, and her patron: Zihnal, the God of Chaos. [Book 1 of 2] *xReader available*

Calypso, cousin of the Archeron sisters was one of the human victims of Amarantha's tortures. Rescued by Rhysand and Feyre, she ends up at Velaris. Even though Rhysand promised nothing but the truth to Calypso, she remained oblivious to the fact that she was the shadowsinger's mate. Being the Cursebreaker's sister and the only shadowsinger's mate is a dangerous position to be in. Will Calypso survive Prythian? Warning: This book will contain segments of torture, self harm and death. Smut will also be a part of it.

**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.

I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner. After a lifetime of struggling to survive, Alya Song finds herself being dragged to an execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight. She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.

AzrielxOC 18+ SMUT In a world where the magic of Prythian has fallen into chaos, the Inner Circle seeks a savior to restore balance to the courts. Their unlikely hero emerges from a long-forgotten slumber deep beneath a mountain: a century-old fairy with powers beyond imagination. As tensions rise and dark forces threaten their realm, Azriel finds himself irresistibly drawn to this enigmatic being. Together, they must navigate the delicate threads of fate, facing ancient mysteries and igniting a passion that could either save or doom them all. Discover a tale of love, magic, and the fight for harmony in a land teetering on the brink of destruction. Will the fairy be their salvation, or will their bond shatter the very fabric of Prythian? First uploaded: 15/9 2023

Eleanor was never meant to survive this long. But now that she has-she's not sure who she is anymore. The war has reached a breaking point. Navarre is crumbling from the inside out, tangled in bloodshed, backroom politics, and betrayals disguised as strategy. Len was forged for battle, trained to kill-but nothing prepared her for this kind of war. The kind where words are as sharp as blades, and allies might be enemies in disguise. As time runs out, Len finds herself walking a path her mother once warned her about. The lines between hero and monster are blurring. The darkness inside her-once caged-is waking, hungering, changing her. With Nox at her back, and Garrick at her side, Len is a weapon ready to be unleashed. But love is no longer her anchor-it's her weak point. And in this war, weakness is fatal. As gods reach down and monsters rise up, Len must choose who she's willing to become to survive. A savior? A destroyer? Or something far, far worse. Because the phoenix doesn't rise to save the world. She rises to remake it.

~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

𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘮𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 [percy jackson x fem!oc] [book one-titans curse] -edited

"You taste like wine," she whispered, her voice playful but soft, her lips still close to mine. I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're not so innocent yourself." -- Aureva, a human baker, leads a quiet life in her small village, content in the simplicity of her daily routine. But lately, whispers have begun to reach her ears-rumors of powerful, evil fae stirring in the shadows, bringing unease to the edges of her peaceful world. Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court, is no stranger to darkness. As spymaster, he has spent centuries gathering secrets and slipping through shadows, always one step ahead of danger. Yet now, something stirs in Hybern, a darkness even his shadows struggle to comprehend. In the heart of Hybern, a new power is rising, one that threatens the delicate equilibrium between worlds. Aureva finds herself caught in the center of this turmoil, unwittingly linked to the forces at play. As her path crosses with Azriel's, they become entangled in a web of secrets and shadows, forced to confront what lies beneath the surface of their worlds-and each other. azriel x Oc

The war is won. Voldemort is dead. The trio, alongside all those who were in their same year, have returned to finish their eighth year and graduate once and for all. With McGonagall as their headmistress, nothing could go wrong. Right? Upon their arrival at Hogwarts, McGonagall explains how the school year will go, and much to their dismay, the headmistress had way too different plans. Those who didn't get to finish -or start- their seventh year and were under the mercy of the Carrow twins will have to be bound to one of the opposite houses. Sleeping together in one dorm, sharing their personal space and going to class together, will the Gryffindor princess and the fallen Slytherin prince be able to keep their hands to themselves? ***** Disclaimer - I do not own anything of the Harry Potter franchise, all of that belongs to JKR. Warning:- This story contains strong language and mature themes.