𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. She saw herself as one could view the moon. Isolated from everyone, alone in the dark. A source of light for others and never herself. But he showed her the moon could be so much more. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── When another war lingers nearby, the seven Courts are depraved of soldiers from the previous war. One day, the Shadowsinger of Night Court discovers something-or rather someone. He finds an Old God sleeping. He must awake her and together, they'll have to fight in the upcoming war. Is she enough to save Prythian? Awakening her comes with a risk. She could be ruthless and dangerous. But when he awakens her, he finds himself in a situation he would've never imagined. What happens after the war when he realizes her loves her? Is it too late? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── She was alone and trapped. He was fragile and found her. She loved him and he saved her. But really in the end, it was she who saved him. An Azriel fan-fiction. All characters belong to Sarah J Maas except for Orpheus and Florence.

** 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]

Born into the cut-throat Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra had been surrounded by monsters his entire life and spent most of his time scheming for the crown his cruel father still possessed. His world is thrown into chaos when an unexpected source gets to his father before he can. Astra was raised in the flourishing Night Court and had been gifted with powers from the stars. When she takes revenge on an ancient High Lord, she is forced to bear the explosive consequences. The Mother had a wicked sense of humor and blessed the two rivals with a mating bond. *Will contain spoilers for ACOSF (also available on Ao3)

───✱*︎.｡:｡✱*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡✰*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡:｡*︎.｡✱ ─── Thalia was supposed to be ordinary - a merchant's daughter in Velaris, a warrior with no destiny beyond survival. Azriel was supposed to be untouchable - the Night Court's shadowsinger, the High Lord's Spymaster, a male made of silence, secrets, and restraint. But war has a way of revealing what bloodlines, bonds, and shadows try to bury. As Prythian fractures beneath ancient violence and hidden power, Thalia and Azriel are pulled into a bond neither of them expected - one built through loss, freedom, desire, and the kind of love that does not ask permission before changing everything. Canon-divergent Azriel x OC fanfiction. Mature themes. ───✱*︎.｡:｡✱*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡✰*︎.:｡✧*︎.｡:｡*︎.｡✱ ─── ╔═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╗ He could barely breathe as the King of Hybern ordered his men to throw Thalia into the cauldron. Everything clicked into place at that very moment. Mate, mate, matematemate, Azriel's shadows whispered, shouted, screamed, BELLOWED. ╚═════ °• ♔ •° ═════╝ ༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆༆ Disclaimer: I do not own A Court of Thorns and Roses or its canon characters/world. All rights to ACOTAR belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my original characters, original plotlines, and original worldbuilding additions.

She was born of the sun. He was forged in the shadows. And fate made them mates. Apollonia Alba, true heir to the Dawn Court, never expected to be the second female High Lady in Prythian's history-nor did she expect her mate to be Azriel, the cold, lethal Illyrian spymaster of the Night Court. Their bond is unbreakable, but war is coming, and love is not enough. With Hybern threatening to destroy everything she'd swore to protect, Apollonia must prove she is more than just a ruler by name. Her family and betrothed plot against her, Azriel is called to battle, and every choice she makes could cost her friends-or her mate. In a world where war demands sacrifice, will she put her court first, her friends, or will love become her greatest weakness? Dawn will rise. But at what cost?

Elinora Saiya Archeron. The fourth sister. Her whole life she felt different. Her sister all looked very similar while she was the odd-one-out. She always thought maybe somethings was wrong with her. When her younger sister Feyre is taken away by a Faerie and her family suddenly loses all memories of the incident, she knows something is very wrong. So she goes, to get her sister back. She knows she won't get through the wall, but there are rumors one particular captain knows another way in. So Elinora begins to search for him. But what happens when her journey brings her to a forgotten Island. And on this Island, lays the home of the 8th Court. The Dusk Court. Azriel x OC Story Remember this is a fanfiction! All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas.

Feyre Archeron and her best friend had been inseparable since childhood. Bound by trust and loyalty, they were each other's safe haven in times of need. But even the strongest bonds can fracture. When one of them is backed into a corner scared, desperate, and fighting for her life everything they built begins to unravel. It only takes one lie to spark a thousand questions about what happened to the once unbreakable pair. "What's your name, love?" "Sage Damaris." ___________________ Warning ⚠️ Spoilers: Starts at ACOMAF -strong language - I don't own ACOTAR or any of the characters. All character rights goes to Sarah J. Maas (Except any Oc(s))

I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner. After a lifetime of struggling to survive, Alya Song finds herself being dragged to an execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight. She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.

~He was her lifeline, she was his sanity~ Amaria's heart has long since been sealed off. Azriel has never known love until he laid eyes on her. Two souls meet but are quickly torn apart when Armarantha takes the high lords powers and traps a majority of them under the mountain, including Aria and her new High Lord. Will Azriel and Aria meet again and have the chance to be together, or will Armarantha's reign forever build a gap between their hearts? TW: ⚠ mentions of unconsesual sex, gore, smut, violence ⚠ This is set pre Acotar and then goes into Acotar, through Acosf