With the war against Hybern on their doorstep, the Night Court is desperate for allies that can help to turn the tide. While Feyre hunts down monsters to join the fight, Azriel's mission is simple: find the Soul Stealer. The only problem is, the Soul Stealer hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. Raven is the bastard daughter of the previous High Lord of the Winter Court. She possesses a power so rare, that whoever doesn't want her dead, wants to use her as a weapon. She is the Soul Stealer many believe to be myth, in hiding for hundreds of years. Her terrifying power allows her to rip souls right out of bodies, something she refuses to do unless absolutely necessary. Raven has been in hiding for hundreds of years for her own protection, but when a handsome Shadow Singer crosses her path asking for help, will she abandon everything she believes in and risk her own life to unleash her terrifying power? ACOTAR Fanfiction. Set during the events of A Court of Wings and Ruin. Ranking History: #1 Azriel #1 Shadowsinger #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOWAR #1 ACOMAF

It's colder then I remember it, dark as an abyss but I stop being afraid of the dark along time ago. Shadows curl around me and I allow myself the split second of hope. Allowing myself to wish for the male I can not have. His voice is a distant memory but also clear as day in this dark and musky hole. "We will be friends." His voice is relaxed but firm. Lulling me away into memories with his deep vibrato. "Friends?" I croak, confusion lacing my voice. "People who are nice to each other occasionally spend time together." Azriel deadpans. "I know what friends are." I snap back, not able to hold back the bite in my words. Some way to start a friendship. He chuckles despite my tone, the dark alluring sound wrapping around my spine. I look away from him. "Well, you don't seem to have any." I don't realize the tears have fallen until they have drenched my cheeks. I curl deeper into myself, wishing those memories wouldn't haunt me. I replay the moment over and over in my head. Weaving it into my very being, my sanity. With darkness threading around me I list all the reasons he couldn't love me. Even if I could get out of this hell, those memories are all I have. I wouldn't forgive me either.

Maliha has felt like something was missing all her life. She felt like an outcast at the Dawn Court so she decided it was her time to set off on an adventure of her own. Little did she know, this was the worst times to do it. Amarantha's reign has started and Maliha had faced some of the consequences and ended up on the outskirts of Velaris, where Azriel found her unconscious. Against his good judgement, he brought her into the secret city and helped her regain her strength. Until the day she disappears without a trace. 50 years or so later, the King of Hybern is now planning an attack which causes the High Lords to hold a meeting. Maliha has changed, in appearance and soul, but she'll never forget the Illyrian who changed her life for the better. When the Inner Circle comes to the meeting, Azriel saw the woman, and knew she seemed familiar but from where? What will happen between the two now when two courts collide? Is she the one he's been searching for? Maybe, just maybe. She's his parallel, a damaged soul who's been stuck within the darkness and hidden in the shadows, waiting to come out and save not only Az, but all of Prythian. tw// mentions of rape, rape, sexual assault, eating disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, abuse, self-injurious behavior, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, death, blood, war, mental illness, child death mention, torture, violence, sexual content, BSDM, and Kinks.

Brinna, an Illyrian half-breed, has given every piece of herself away until there is nothing but hatred in her veins. She hates Illyrian males more than anything. Azriel believes he's caught a traitor amongst the ranks, a female who ran from her camp and betrayed her legion. Sensing the deep, unending bond between them, Azriel feels hope. Instead he finds walls of steal and ice cold rage in a mate determined to hate him. _ "What did they do to you?" His voice was soft, pleading as he furrowed his brow and searched and pulled on that tether that seemed to be bound to nothing but solid steel and adamant now. "What they've done to me is no concern of yours, shadowsinger," she spat the word like a curse. _ Slowburn, enemies to lovers, Azriel/OC (trigger warnings in later chapters)

"Perhaps this is death and it's playing a game with me. Maybe that's all death is, reliving the moment it took those that you most loved." Kaira's life ends with her family in the cold snow on the edge of the wall dividing fae and human lands. She's only a husk as she makes a bargain with a murderous Hybern soldier to keep her heart beating and is suddenly reborn from the Cauldron into a completely new world. But whatever the Cauldron awakened in her isn't just High Fae and may not even be Fae at all. As she's thrust into new surroundings with a host of strangers and an upcoming war, Kaira has to decide where her loyalties lie and what, or who, she's willing to fight for. *Takes place during ACOWAR* *I DO NOT OWN SARAH J. MAAS' WORK. ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SCENES I CREATE*