‧₊˚ ⋅ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ She was given to Hybern when she was only 18. A human family trading their daughter for money with the High Fae. They claimed it was because they loved her and wanted to give her a better life. The life of a High Fae. It was a torture every day of her life... Until she felt it. The way the blood dripped from her fair skin, the blank look on her face when she looked at herself in the mirror, decorated in red splatter, like blood stainig paper when she stood over her parents. A High Fae, standing over humans... 3 years she had suffered - And finally when she felt the Hybern King die - her connection to the Cauldron fanishing. Shackles falling from her wrists and ankles. Was the moment ahe found herself back in the Mortal Lands, colouring her childhood home red. 1 year later - everything changed. After the death of her parents, she moved to Velaris, and lived there, hoping to escape her past life... Until The Starfall Ball - she started having the same dream over and over again - Standing in front of a mirror, seeing herself wearing a crown of golden thorns.... The mirror behind her whispering the same thing over and over to her... ╭───────────────.★..─╮ "We are waiting for you, Nx'ilu" ╰─..★.───────────────╯

Long ago witches wrote themselves out of Prythians history books. After centuries of occupying the Middle and disguised trips across Prythain and the surrounding continents the witches thinly veiled presence is ripped away when the Night Courts Shadowsinger finds his mate as the bond snaps during the Autumn equinox. Azriel wakes up disoriented from a night of lust, magic and a mate bond, he becomes determined to track down his mate. Arien has just potential destroyed centuries of secrets and protection. Now with the witches identity revealed, Arien has to have to navigate the discovering of her mate and the looming threat of old secrets coming back to haunt the pair.

She's a girl with dirt-streaked fingers and flowers in her hair. Sweet. Soft. A quiet soul more at home among vines and moonlight than courts and crowns. But fate has its own rhythm. And it leads her straight to Rhysand, the High Lord of Night. Powerful, untouchable, carved from stardust and storm. A male who sees her not as delicate, but divine. Their bond is unexpected, ancient. Where he is shadow, she is bloom. Where he commands the skies, she listens to the earth's breath. She may tremble in silks and blush when spoken to, but she roots herself deeper in his heart than he ever thought possible. A story of the girl who bloomed in darkness and the High Lord who learned that even among stars, it's the flower that teaches you how to grow.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 ❛ you said i killed you-haunt me, then! [...] be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you! ❜ 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar pre a court of thorns and roses violentbluess, 2026

I love you. even if the fates unraveled our destiny, I would find a way back to you. © 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

When Sierra is brought under the mountain by the Attors after being the sole survivor of her village, she believes it to be pure bad karma. Survival is nearly impossible when you're the only mortal among creatures that despise your kind and see you as nothing more than entertainment. Her chances of escaping Amarantha's mountain seem nonexistent. But when you've lost everything that once mattered, you have a choice: let it destroy you, or turn it into something greater. Sierra seizes her chance to escape-even if it means risking her own life-refusing to be anyone's plaything, least of all a Doll. Then she encounters Rhysand, a mysterious fae who always appears at Amarantha's side. He torments her, tests her, and seems just as dangerous as the mountain itself. Yet there's something in his actions that doesn't quite add up-why does he keep her secret to himself when he's supposed to deliver it to Amarantha? In a world of deceit, danger, and impossible choices, survival might mean trusting the one who seems most untrustworthy. (Rhysand X OC) Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction story based on A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas. All characters, settings, and original content belong to her. I do not own ACOTAR, its world, or its characters-this story is just my own creative take. Contains mature themes, violence, and strong language. Reader discretion is advised.

Elana Beddor was thrown into the Fae world after she was accidentally kidnapped with the Archeron sisters. With nothing else to do she trys to find who killed her family to take revenge or to at least ask them why they did it. Azriel was tasked on a mission to steer Elana on the wrong path until Rhys could figure out what to say to her. Not knowing that would make Azriel and Elana close. Slowly becoming friends and maybe more? Sorry if it's bad it's my first published fic okay don't judge lol. 🚧UNDER CONSTRUCTION 🚧 👷🏻‍♀️🔨

!! This story is currently in the process of being heavily edited !! [Progress: edited through chapter 2] |A COURT OF THORNS AND ROSES| Perhaps it was her own fault that the people around her always ended up hurt. Perhaps she had done something, stumbled upon some curse that doomed everything she cared about to be touched by the flame. ~ Soraya Beddor was supposed to die alongside her family the night their house was burned to the ground. To the rest of the world, she was but another body that hadn't been found among the ashes. Maybe a piece of her did die that night. Because now all she wants is to hurt the people who hurt her. To find Feyre Archeron and the faeries that sentenced she and her family to death, and make them feel every bit of her pain. But does she have it in her to become just as monstrous as those who left her to ruin?

As the King of Hybern held the Night Court's inner circle. The High Lord did not anticipate finding out his sister is held captive for over two centuries on the island kingdom. Nor did Azriel dreamt of finding his mate. *Disclaimer* All characters from the series belong to Sarah J Maas. Only Celeste comes from my twisted wonderland of a mind.