[ACOTAR | Cassian/OC] Elyssia is born among the cruelty of the Illyrian Mountains and, after finding solace at the hands of an otherworldly creature, she dedicates her life to give her fellow females and their wings the safety she was blessed with - only to have it all shattered by the well-meaning but, in her eyes, clueless aid of the Night Court's general and the Inner Circle he's a part of. Life, and the clusterfuck of drama Cassian brings with him, would've been easier to navigate if the mate bond hadn't snapped the second they crossed eyes.... or if he didn't have a lover at home he refuses to part with. Now Elyssia has been thrown into the thick of heartache and unavoidable longing while trying to remain faithful to her self-imposed duties and keeping her distance from the found-family of the mate that doesn't want her. Add in a mix of High Lords drama with their unresolved issues, weird demonic creatures breaking havoc all over Prythian, and seductive High Fae that have no issue expressing interest in what Cassian so carelessly dismissed, and you have the making of the perfect recipe for absolute disaster. [Post ACOWAR - haven't read ACOSF] [Cross-posted on AO3]

When in doubt, look at the stars. Rhysand X OC An ACOTAR fanfic. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas except for my OC.

Theia believed Nyx would come for her, Nyx believed Theia abandoned him. When it's time for Zenova, Nyx's cousin, to join the Illyrian war camps, he takes it upon himself to bring her to Windhaven. It's been centuries since the two have seen each other. Fate may choose its way, but will heartbreak stop it? Based on Sarah J Maas's A Court of Thorns and Roses. All characters belong to SJM, except for my original characters.

Theia, an Illyrian female, despises her Court. She knows of the High Lord's secret city, and the wealth that thrives there. As the poorest of a poverty stricken village, Theia is forced to keep herself and her mother alive. Working two jobs and coming home to a dilapidated cabin, she runs thin. Nyx, the Heir of the Night Court, had taken interest in her during his residency at the Windhaven war camp. He pushes himself into her life after being scolded about his privilege. Theia refuses to accept his pity, but can't seem to stay away from his continuous offers. Nyx x OC A Court of Thorns and Roses story.

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

Azriel had thought his mate was dead for centuries. But when the Spymaster of the Night Court learns that there's a chance that his mate, and his High Lord Rhysand's sister, is alive, he embarks on a journey to find the missing piece of his Court of Dreams. It was time to bring Velaria home. But her return comes with a looming threat on the horizon for Prythian, as old secrets come to light, old friends become enemies, and old lovers seem to have moved on. Will she ever make up for the lost time? When everything goes wrong, the pair must question if they will ever get the happiness together that they deserve. Azriel had watched as his court, his family, seemingly found their happy endings. He had already lost his once. He wasn't going to lose her again. With the fate of their world hanging in the balance, the long-lost lovers are forced to confront the past as they try to forge a new future. After all they've been through, is it finally their turn to be happy? RANKINGS (🎉 THANK YOU!!! 🎉) #1 in acotar (!!!) #1 in springcourt #1 in rhysandssister #1 in feyre #1 in highlord #2 in tamlin #2 in rhysand #2 in nightcourt #4 in azriel

:Contains ACOSF and Az POV Spoilers: Gwyn is still chased by the ghosts of the past. She craves to find herself beyond that girl and find her place in the world. She wants it all: strength, freedom, friendship, and love. While searching for the light in the world, she never could have guessed she would find everything among the shadows. [This is cross-posted at AO3 and Fanfiction.net]

Lucien inclined his head, lowering his voice, "Tamlin convinced Amarantha to spare my life, but instead he had to bestow me with twenty lashes." Elain's eyes widened in surprise. Tamlin had whipped him? No doubt taking note of her expression, Lucien shook his head, "It's in the past." Elain felt a surge of anger-no, fury, wash over her. **A prequel to my upcoming Elucien Novella "Fox & Fawn" where Elain discovers what Tamlin did UTM to her mate**

-all characters belong to Sarah J Maas- Azriel held his breath, waiting for the blow. Waiting for whatever torture was to come. "I need my shadowsinger to be able to walk into battle should I require such," said the Death God airily, as he arrived at Azriel's back. The sword scraping against the stone stopped abruptly and Azriel straightened in his chains. "I don't, however, need you to fly." Azriel turned his head to protest, anything but his- But Koschei had already hefted his sword and with both hands brought the blade down severing Azriel's wings from his body. Azriel cried out in a broken voice that pierced the night *** After the battle with Koschei leaves Azriel without his wings, he is a shell of his former self. No one can seem to pull the shadowsinger back from the edge... But Gwyneth Berdara, his mate, has never been one to back down from a challenge. Loosely inspired by Tower of Dawn. Angst with happy ending! Check TW in beginning comments.

A completed Gwynriel mini-series w/ HOSAB spoilers 4 parts _____________________________________________ "Do you think she'll do it? Put all her bets on my theory?" Lifting his stare, Azriel arched a brow at Gwyn. "If it were your mate, wouldn't you risk everything even for the chance to reunite with them?" Gwyn's eyes softened, her wry smile becoming something gentle as she locked her gaze with Azriel's. "I would." "I would too," Azriel replied with a slow nod.