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

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

In the heart of Prythian, an ancient curse stirs from the shadows-infecting wild beasts and threatening to unravel everything. What begins as a sickness soon reveals a darkness far more devastating, spreading faster than anyone could have feared. Into this growing storm steps Elara, a woman cloaked in mystery and danger. She crosses into the Night Court undetected, carrying a magic feared and forgotten: the power to control blood itself. Once a symbol of strength in her dying bloodline, her gift now threatens to destroy everything she's fought to protect. Haunted by a tragic past and bound by a desperate promise to her lost village, Elara embarks on a dangerous quest to find an ancient relic buried deep within the Night Court. But her power is unstable, fueled by pain and fear, and with every step, it threatens to consume her-and the fragile peace of the realm. Drawn unwillingly into the Inner Circle's dangerous world, Elara faces impossible choices: to save those she's come to care for or surrender to the darkness whispering through her veins. With enemies closing in and trust fraying at the edges, one thing is clear-Elara's fate will decide whether the curse consumes them all... or finally breaks. ||Azriel x OC|| Updates will be slow but let me know what you think about it already! All comments welcome, enjoy! **Inspiration and original characters taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**

{Azriel x OC} Aeliana, Heir to the throne of Shadow and Flame, suffers the loss of her kingdom, family, and people. After being tortured for the entirety of her young life, she comes face-to-face with a raging conflict that forces her to fall through a series of gateways in her world. Landing in a land of night, she is faced with her worst fears and has to confront her trauma, including the power in her blood. As she befriends the Night Court, she becomes enthralled by the winged male named Azriel and discovers that she is not truly alone in her burdens. *NOTICE* I do not own any of these characters, besides the OC, and these all belong to Sarah J Maas. Happy Readings! ♡ Story Rankings: #1 in acotar #1 shadowsinger #1 azrielfanfic

݁ *⋆° 𝙇𝙖𝙮 𝙄𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙚 ... 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. °⋆* When a female awakes in an unknown time and place, with no sense of who she is or any memories, she travels through Prythian in order to get them back. This is a young adult fantasy novella, about love, friendship, danger, and self-growth. A story about her life, her desires, and the mystery hidden beneath a dangerous past. _____________ ݁ *⋆°𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥!) °⋆* 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟓𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 [cover made by @Yeontanaaaaaaa]

Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court of Prythian, was lonely. The long days, the missions... But what happens when he finally finds his mate, only to realize she is the daughter of an enemy long dead... Amara is living a new life in Velaris, desperate to hide who she used to be, who her mother is. When Azriel comes into her life, everything changes, and the both of them have to learn who they are, and fast, because something is coming for the both of them... I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS; THE ONLY ONE I MADE UP WAS AMARA. THE REST WERE CREATED BY SARAH J MAAS, AS WAS THE SETTING.

Set after EoS and after the retrieval of the second half of the Book of Breathings in ACOMAF, this fanfic combines the worlds, with story twists and plots that will excite readers. EoS, ACOTAR, ACOMAF, and ACOWAR spoilers will be in here Note: All characters belong to Sarah J Maas. This is just a fanfiction This includes curse words with asterisks replacing a few of the letters, just as a warning. Sorry! COMPLETED!

Vel, an Oracle older than Prythian itself, visits the Autumn Court at the request of its High Lord. While there she gets swept up in the court's political scheming, with Eris trying to win her favor using any means necessary. But all is not what it seems and her visit is cut short by a bloody betrayal. Now, alone and afraid she must escape Autumn and get back home. - Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he was actually going to slice her open. Vel decided she wasn't going to stick around to find out. In the blink of an eye, she squeezed her palm between the blade and her neck, scraping most of the skin off in the process, and with her other arm she elbowed Eris in the stomach as hard as she could. The dagger clattered to the floor slick with her blood and Eris released her, stumbling a few feet back. She turned back towards him, palms up. Blood was pouring down her left arm, dripping into her sleeve. He'd already produced another dagger from Mother knew where and was about to throw it at her face. "Wait. Eris. We want the same thing. We could work together if you would just trust me." Eris narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust you? Do you genuinely think I'm simple?" he hissed out the words, trying to keep his voice low. "You want me to trust you when all you've been doing since you got here has been sneaking around and spying on us."