Wind wielders were extinct, as rare as shadow singers, and hunted into extinction millennia ago. Except for one. Zara Aphelion was living a double life, cast in the shadow of her own legend. Forced to hide her lineage and abilities, Zara struggles to navigate the beginnings of the second war, and to shoulder the burdens of the secrets she's forced to keep for the Dawn Court. But when a certain shadow singer discovers her secrets and forces them out into the open, everything goes to hell, and Zara is thrust down a past she could never have prepared herself for All rights go to Sarah j Mass, except for Zara and her storyline

Tessa has many secrets, not least of which is the fact that a) she's a shadowsinger and b) she's been dishing out unsanctioned retribution to deserving males in Illyria, in the form of permanent disfigurement. Hey, they want to cut a female's wings off? Fair's fair, after all. All of her secrets are at risk of unravelling however, when Nyx fucking Archeron walks into her workshop, requesting she craft new siphons for his baby cousin. Honestly, there's nothing Tessa would like to do less, but she can't seem to resist his charming smile and soon enough she finds herself swept up into his crazy, overwhelming family, desperately trying to keep all of her secrets and keep from falling in love at the same time. "Did you not see what happened to the last male who stood in my way?" She said lowly, pasting a saccharine smile on her face. "Don't make me put you on your knees." He shifted impossibly closer, so close she could breathe in his scent of pine and sea mist. His lips brushed her ear as he bent down to reply, "Darling, I would love to get on my knees for you."

Auroria of House Vanserra has much more in common with Azriel, the Spymaster of the Night Court, than she could have thought - than either of them would care to admit. But when she feels the burn of his flame, she realises that she doesn't want to feel cold ever again. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── OR: The story told through the antagonist's eyes. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── slowburn & plot-centric as much as it is an azriel x oc!

Wherever Lyria Whitethorn Galathynius, Crown Princess of Terrasen goes, trouble follows. Wether it be jumping between worlds or bringing home strange creatures for her research, she has always had the need for adventure. Freedom. Complete and utter freedom. That is all she desires. Lyria is used to jumping between worlds for her research. But when she meets one specific creature, her world is turned upside down. This creature is trouble. And this time, trouble has the most beautiful pair of violet eyes.

Ria Dusk-Bringer Darling. The High Lady of Dusk Court. Eris' only true friend. Supposedly dead. And Rhysand' little sister.

Completed. AzrielxFemale OC - Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Soft Az. Lots of Action/Story/Other character involvement. "Coming back is like swimming up to the surface. If you almost drowned already, it takes a while to feel safe taking a breath." The Shadowsinger gets distracted on a raid by a gentle natured female that appears out of place in the camp he's just taken over. He gets his job done, but takes critical moments to pull her aside and offer her refuge in his home city of Velaris. The risk of their conversation costs him, and the next few months are spent overcoming the repercussions, both physical and emotional. Dark magic swirls in Prythian, calling on spells more ancient than the High Lords and Ladies have seen in centuries and wreaking havoc on those who are too young to even recognize the source. A war is brewing and a quiet battle is already raging for the loyalty of the only healer in Prythian possessing the skills to identify and fight back against the sorcery. How will young and old, light and dark, pain and forgiveness, come together to save the land, and each other? Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places referenced here. All belong to Sarah J. Maas.

"How can one be a Queen without a crown, darling?" she cooed, a small smile on her face. "Slit her arms." The guards each restrained me, tying my legs together, and my upper arms to my torso. They slid up my leather sleeves, took out a knife, extended out my arms, and began slitting long marks down the length, from my elbow to wrist. I screamed in pain, twisting and writhing away from them as best as I could. Tears streamed down my face, the pain becoming unbearable as air hit the open wounds. Vomit began rising in my throat, panic stirring in the back of my mind. "Stop, please," I begged, unable to take the pain. "I can't, I can't-" Briallyn placed the crown in my hands, allowing the blood from my arms to run down onto it, staining the precious silver metal red. Red. That color. Iron. That smell. It dripped onto the floor, echoing around the room, reverberating between my ears. Splattering. That sound. The guards squeezed each of my upper arms, pushing more blood out of the wounds, causing me to howl in pain. I cried and wriggled, holding desperately to the crown. My guts turned at the sight, my arms stained red, unclean and impure. *this story contains strong themes of violence, PTSD, and sexual assault*

"I see you. I see it all and I am not afraid." ✯　　•°　°✵　.　*　✦　☆ "I am addicted to you. To your eyes, your smile, your lips, your laugh. There is not one part of you, inside or out, that I do not love and adore. Not one part that isn't always on my mind. You have captured me and I find myself not ever wanting to escape. You are everything I could ever want, everything I could ever dream of needing. I have been lost all of my life, Lyra. Searching, wandering. But by you, I am completed. With you, I am finally home." 　 The High Lord of The Night Court x Original Character Highest Rankings: #1 in rhys #2 in acotar *Currently covers events in acotar through acowar (will continue at least through acofas) *Mature Content - reader discretion advised - *Trigger Warnings - torture- forced drug use - gore - mentions of rape - forced public nudity - panic attacks - trauma - mentions of suicide / suicidal thoughts

A crossover between Throne of glass and Acotar! Rowaelin's daughter x Feysand's son!! Evalin Ashryver Galathynius Whitehorn, the heir to the Terrasen throne, was powerful. Mind, body and soul. Her parents had made sure she was brought up to be prepared for whatever the mother above threw at her. Evalin believed she could handle anything but that was before she was thrown into another world where she would meet a dark haired male with violet eyes who would make her question that very belief... Slow burn!!! Will most likely contain smut if I can bring myself to write it :) All character rights from acotar and tog belong to Sarah j Maas (pls don't sue me😼) Ly kween

Tw: this book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered this is not the story for you, thank you. (Book three in the Starlight series) ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Danika Archeron was a damn god. No longer would she be broken, no longer would she be reduced to what her keepers made her. She would be their ruin. Their damnation. Danika Archeron would bring the world to its knees. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Acotar fanfic- I have multiple OC's with various characters <33 OC x Rhysand High Lord of the Night Court OC x Azriel OC x Lucien Vanserra This book will cover the events of A Court of Mist and Fury ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── DISCLAIMER: All rights to characters go to Sarah J. Maas aside from my OC's lastly, my tiktok acc is @urwritergurl_wp ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Started: January 17, 2023 Ended: ?