I lean close enough that our lips brush when I speak. "He isn't worth it." I say, but he doesn't look convinced. I smirk as an idea pops in my head. "If you behave...we can do whatever you want tonight." His eyes widen, and a wicked smile grows on his face. He pulls back slightly, looking me in the eye. "Whatever I want?" He asks, and I grin wider, nodding. "Whatever you want." **** Jax has never had what would be considered an "easy" life. She's been beaten, tortured, and hunted. Yet she's survived it all, and came out stronger because of it. Now, she's facing an entirely new challenge. A court of the strongest warriors known to man, and she's somehow made her way into the middle of them. And she's running blind. *** MAJOR TW: This story contains MANY mature themes, and there will not be warnings at the beginnings of chapters. These themes include but are not limited to: swearing, abuse, blood, gore, torture, mature scenes, and fighting. Rankings: #1 in tog #1 in blindfold #1 in fenrys #1 in fenrysmoonbeam #1 in dorianhavillard #1 in yrenetowers #1 in aedionashryver #1 in aelingalathynius #1 in manonblackbeak #1 in rowanwhitethorn #1 in chaolwestfall #1 in aelinashryver #1 in lysandra #2 in blind #3 in fae #4 in warrior (ik this isn't top 3 but HOLY SHIT THATS IMPRESSIVE) **I DO NOT OWN THE THRONE OF GLASS SERIES OR THE CHARACTERS, ALL CREDIT GOES TO SARAH J MAAS WITH THE EXCEPTION OF THE OC'S**

[COMPLETED] "I was once Queen Maeve's last line of defense. The white barn owl over her shoulder. Now that she's dead, I guess it's finally time to go home." After the defeat of Queen Maeve and the Valg, Kya is finally free. She was once known as the white barn owl that was by Queen Maeve's side, but she is more than that. A healer. A possessor of raw magic. A demi-fae. Someone who's been through hell. And someone who is horribly afraid to finally tell the White Wolf of Doranelle the truth. But now that the Dark Queen is no more, there is only one thing stopping her. Characters and places belong to Sarah J. Maas' Throne of Glass Series. Takes place after Kingdom of Ash. May have sensitive content.

Prythian was amid a time of peace; a feat that its inhabitants had fought for and defended for decades and centuries. The Inner Circle, ever-growing with new additions, maintained a steady rule over their territory and trained their heirs to cultivate and nurture everything that they had once sacrificed for. As an Heiress to the High Lord and Lady's throne, Valeria would go to the ends of their World and any others in existence for her Court and her people, no matter the cost. Had grown into her power and strength and cunning to do just that. But there was an evil inside of her; a beast clawing at the cages she so dutifully enforced to keep it secured. And as that beast of night and shadow raged through the darkest depths of her begging for release, fear of the danger she posed and the weight of a crown not yet donned threatened to bring her to her knees. However, Valeria bowed to nobody. And once the gates of Realms were open and her family and continent were faced with an impossible war alongside allies from Worlds she had not known to exist, the choice to yield herself to the creature within proved to be as heavy as any throne. Whether it would be their salvation or ruin, she had yet to decide.

An Elucien Holiday Novella Lucien still didn't look at her. "I have spoken with Feyre. She, as you know, has spell-cleaving abilities - far greater than my own." Another deep shuddering breath. "And she has agreed to break our bond." Elain froze in her seat. Her mind wiped of all reason. Of all words. Lucien continued, "Tomorrow." Elain's heart stuttered. He finally met her eyes, and a warm smile spread on his lips. Warm and comforting and sincere. It made Elain sick. Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Numbly, Elain placed her fingers in his palm. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. "Happy Solstice, Elain." And he left. *** All chapters uploaded 130 pages, approx 40 K words

PART 2 ON PAUSE WHILE I FINISH MY DEBUT BOOK. .:follow me @thehannanguyen on Instagram for book updates:. "Ronan sighed, running a weary hand through his hair. His tan skin glowed bronze in the candlelight beneath his unbuttoned jacket. But when Astra flicked her eyes back to his, he gave her a cocky smirk. 'You got it, Sunshine.'" Azriel's Daughter, Astra was never going to be the Night Court's next generation spymaster. Believed to have not inherited all of her father's shadowsinger abilities, Astra struggles to find her place within the Inner Circle. While navigating her feelings for her childhood friend Nyx, and secretly teaming up with a mysterious summer court prince, she stumbles upon a horrible realization. Torn between committing treason against her family, and fearing repeating history; Astra takes it upon herself to stop a war from beginning while allying with a new generation of fae in Prythian...even if she must blur the lines of family loyalty to achieve it. Editor: @meganmckiss Beta Readers: @taylor_booktoks @meganmckiss Cover Art: @thehannanguyen Particular characters in this story have been used with permission by the original creators: Astra @thehannanguyen, Ronan @thehannanguyen, Estoria @authorlunalaurier, and Catrin @daevastanner and is represented in the style of @taylor_booktoks

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Gwyn and Azriel's journey right after the events of ACOSF. Offered a position within the Inner circle, Gwyn is now assigned her first mission, with the infamous, shadow-singer. This is a story that will be written truly from my heart. Gwyn captured me in a way that is indescribable. Her story is worth telling and I will try to write it with full awareness. If you are a reader, and feel that I am not tackling her mental health in the proper manner, please feel free to send me a message. Follow me on tiktok: @loloauthor 107 k words Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/57cgAH56i92QCbZNFUe0Gi?si=PvegCjHdSMiTVF0uqVqTsQ

**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.