An Azriel Fanfiction. (Azriel × OC) Daggerheart should have always remained in the dark - the shadow you see out of the corner of your eye - gone before you know if it was a human, an animal or a monster. She was that whisper you hear in the dead of the night that makes you go rigid and hide in the dark. When the war with Hybern ended and fae decided to infest the human realm with spies and messengers, the underworld was in an uproar. They needed to send a message - Even with the Mortal Queens gone, the humans were not left untamed and unsupervised. They had an overseer - An uncrowned Queen. And she would not allow her lands to be once again controlled by fae lords who had tortured and brutalized their people just five hundred years ago. Her message was clear - Leave or pay with your lives.

*******SPOILERS****** Takes place after ACOWAR The war with Hybern has ended and the world of Prythian has finally calmed and found peace. The Night Court has ruled with its High Lord and Lady, and the inner circle. After choosing Lucien, the Lord of Day Court's son, Azriel is left wondering when he will ever find love. A young woman, born of the Night Court is new to the inner circle, unknowing of the court of dreams until after the war. When meeting the ShadowSinger will she feel fear or love for the man who lives in shadow?

Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.

[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea. It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together. The strings all tied back to one person. His mate. A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content. The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild

With the war against Hybern over, Prythian is finally able to breathe. That is, until four women are brought into a dream where they discover that they are more closely connected to the Cauldron than they once thought, and are now in grave danger. Things have awoken from deep beneath the earth. The power of the Cauldron broke the spells holding them back, and they are now on the hunt for it. They will stop at nothing until they have it. Monsters from another time, beings with enough power to reshape the world, and all they need is the Cauldron. Niana searches for those that share her connection, leading her to the Night Court. What she didn't plan for, though, was to be thrown into a past she desperately wished to forget. Secrets are forcibly brought to the light, and unknown feelings spark between herself and the one person she can't stand. ✩ ✩ ✩ "Take off your glamor," he said against my lips, voice rough. "I want to see it all," he whispered. I held a breath. "I'm afraid you'll hate what I am." "I could never hate you." ✩ ✩ ✩ Azriel x OC published on both Wattpad and AO3

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

Freya fell asleep in her own bed and woke up somewhere else. She could anticipate many things - being kidnapped by a cult full of weirdos or having her organs sold on the black market. What she didn't anticipate was being thrown into a fantasy romance novel, especially one she had dropped after reading just the first few chapters. What? She really did not like blonds. [OFC x RHYS, ISEKAI as she becomes Feyre]

❝ how did you find us? ❞ ❝ i dont... know. ❞ * 　　 · . 　 　　✺ 　　 ✧　. 　✵ * 　　* 　　 · . 　 　　✵ * 　　　　 ✫ * 　 . 　　· ⊹ 　 ✺ . 　 ✧　　　 ✦ ✫ 　 . ✫ * . 　　　　　 　 　　 · 　 ⊹ 　 ✺ . 　　　 ✧　.　 ✦ ✫ 　 . . [ tog x acotar ] [ f!oc x rhysand ] [ ungodIy- (2023) ] [ completed 12-16-24 ]

[COMPLETE/CURRENTLY REWRITING] BOOK FIVE of the LACKING HUMANITY SERIES * * * Home. A place that Sage dreamed of returning to since the moment she woke up trapped and alone. After her daring escape and surviving the dangerous travels back to her family, she managed to come victorious through all that fate had thrown at her. But at the ultimate cost. Having made a blood pact with a male she knew nothing about, she is scrutinized for her choices that brought her home. Making her efforts and attempts to rebuild the broken relationships that fell upon her disappearance extremely difficult. Though that is not all that's been uncovered, new hardships are forming on the horizon, and the past buried in Crescent Moon opens up new doors for other Packs and their hidden secrets. All Sage wants is for her family to come back together again, but that isn't possible until things settle. If they ever do. * * * Lacking Humanity: Moon Ridge (Book Five) 170,000 to 180,000 words

[REWRITE COMPLETED] BOOK FOUR of the LACKING HUMANITY SERIES * * * With the war brewing off in the West, Sage's allies assumed that the best course of action would be to get her and her family out of harm's way. When Sage goes missing without any trace, things start to fall apart at the seams. Sage Moon was promised by her brothers, fathers, and mate that she would not return to the four walls that taunted her her entire life. But she returned right into the hands of the same man who plagued her nightmares. To preserve herself, she takes the allies of her other name, Hera. And starts to reign in the essence of becoming the Alpha female she was always destined to be. But after harsh choices and an ever harsher reality, Hera will have to make the ultimate sacrifices to get back to Crescent Moon. This time, her allies will march beside her, while the created enemies will lurk. In a race against time, will Sage return back to Crescent Moon and fix a war she started? Or is it just too late? Have her choices meant nothing? * * * Lacking Humanity: Half Crescent (Book Four) 100,000 to 110,000 words [COMPLETED]