Asterin tinha nascido com um karma, mas ela supunha que toda fêmea illyriana tinha nascido com ele. Para ela, não era nada diferente. Asterin deveria estar acostumada com o machismo, a maldade e as agressões, mas a verdade é que aquilo apenas alimentava o ódio da fêmea pelos machos illyrianos. Após a guerra contra Hybern, após um humano matar Clythia e Amarantha ceder a raiva, o que resultou na queda de Hybern, as coisas pareceram se acalmar. Bom, não nas estepes. E quem pagava o pato por tudo aquilo? As fêmeas illyrianas. Mas Asterin estava cansada. E quando ela decide dar um basta naquilo, nem mesmo o mais poderoso entre eles poderia para-la. Porque ela era um furacão. E um verdadeiro pesadelo. 𖤍𖡼↷ Rhysand x fem!oc ❀໋۫۫❁↷31.05.21 •───• 22.12.21 COVER BY ↷ @poemart 𖤍𖡼↷ COPYRIGHT © anacarolinarac

A saga Corte de Espinhos e Rosas terá um narrador inusitado: Rhysand, o Grão Senhor da Corte Noturna. Uptade: A ordem das postagens será de acordo com os acontecimentos nos livros. Rhysand não narrará os 3 livros inteiros, serão cenas isoladas, ou seja, não necessariamente um capítulo será continuação do outro. Cada capítulo é uma cena específica podendo ou não ter continuidade no próximo.

|| Highest ranking: #9 in protection ⚔️ #1 in A Court Of Thorns and Roses🌹 #7 in Sarah J Maas 🧝🏼‍♀️ || "What?" Rhys asked, frowning at Mor. She shrugged, "by the looks of it, your going to be a father soon." Darkness exploded through the room. Cutting out my vision, it seeped through the windows, blocking out any visible light. Calloused hands pressed down against my shoulders, holding me in place. Soothing talons scraped down my mental barriers, trying to pry them open. I could feel his presence through the dark, feel the warmth of his body as he stood in front of me. The darkness subsided to uncover the violet stare of Rhysand eyes gazing down at me. Talons scraped at my mental walls once more before he spoke down our bond, Is this true? I looked to my mate, "Yes." He receded a few steps, stumbling over his words, "how?" "Well, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much-" "HOW?" He snapped, cutting me off. Sighing, I relaxed my wings, exhausted from today's events, and let them slide to the floor. "A witch put a spell on me," I muttered, unable to make eye contact, "one which I think changed the year I was living in." *** Feyre is the Hight Lady of the Night Court. Living out her life, she thought it was going to be a prefect happily ever after with her only struggles being breaking the news to her mate about her pregnancy. Little did she know the darkness looming within the background, waiting to strike. When a witch appears on her door step, the last thing she would of expected was to be cursed to another year, before she ever existed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a seperate novella spinoff of the acotar series. (DON'T NEED TO READ SERIES IN ORDER TO READ THIS BUT WILL HELP GREATLY IN UNDERSTANDING SOME SETTINGS, REFERENCES AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTS)

An ACoTaR fanfic about Nesta and Cassian. Based after ACoFaS, Cassian and Nesta head into the Illyrian mountains. Will Nesta's wounds ever heal, and will either of them get a happy ending? thank you for 3rd in nessian!! xxx