A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfiction! It has been one year since the Lord of Spring left civilization behind, roaming Spring Court as a beast. They say it barely remembers its own name, more animal than Fae, and that to approach it is to seek death. Many say this. The sorceress of Oorid does not. The sorceress, instead, makes her way to the Spring Court, for reasons known only to her. There is betrayal in the air. Trauma, power, and vengeance that is longing to be unleashed. And the beginning of a life that will change Prythian forever, for better or for worse.

Princess Andromeda, the sole heir of the court held Under the Mountain, is locked into a treacherous game. When powers awaken and dangerous realizations are made, Andromeda learns the truth of her fate. Will she be a beacon of hope to the fae people of Prythian? Or will she remain the monster her mother and queen shaped her to be? Slow-Burn/Enemies to Lovers-esque Mature themes All rights reserved to Sarah J Maas and the A Court of Thorns and Roses series. Andromeda's story is mine only. Cross-posted on AO3 under the same username.

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

Ruth Eldridge has lived her life within her four walls, with nothing but a few friends to keep her company and her thoughts as far away from Prythian as possible. However, when her friend gets taken by fairies beyond the line where The Wall had once been, Ruth is determined to cross any needed distance to find him. In order to save her friend, Ruth makes a bargain - one that will bind her to Prythian for good. Not long has passed since the Fae Prince Eris Vanserra had freed himself from the ties of Koschei the Deathless. But, dark and wicked forces continue to prowl the lands of Prythian, and something unknown is starting to infect the forests of the Autumn Court. Meanwhile, his father is dodging his questions more and more, increasing the tension on the court. When Eris finds himself injured in the woods, he wakes up at a knifepoint of a female who will, as time passes, threaten to take more than just his life. DISCLAIMER: this story contains scenes of graphic violence, violent language and traumatic experiences

She's all sunshine, sass, and golden retriever energy. He's strategy, long-suffering patience and black cat energy. She talks enough for the both of them-he listens like she's the only sound in the world. A series of stolen bites, impulsive favours, loud declarations (and louder denials), uphill treks filled with endless chatter, and rooftop silences where love speaks louder than words. A female who refuses to slow down, and the male who never asks her to. Just... matches her pace, in his own way. A love that looks a lot like chaos-and feels a lot like home. He is night incarnate. And still, she is his daylight.

The last Inkborn in Prythian has survived centuries of hunting, her magic woven into the animals inked across her skin. Isabelle has always lived in the shadows, trusting no one-until a mysterious High Lord and his Inner Circle find her. Rhysand knows she's his mate, but Isabelle doesn't-and she has no reason to trust anyone. As the Night Court battles jealous hunters and rival courts, Isabelle must navigate a world she's never known: one of friendship, danger, and feelings she never thought she'd allow herself to feel. Can a girl born of shadows find her place in the light? And can the Night Court protect her before history repeats itself?

She's a girl with dirt-streaked fingers and flowers in her hair. Sweet. Soft. A quiet soul more at home among vines and moonlight than courts and crowns. But fate has its own rhythm. And it leads her straight to Rhysand, the High Lord of Night. Powerful, untouchable, carved from stardust and storm. A male who sees her not as delicate, but divine. Their bond is unexpected, ancient. Where he is shadow, she is bloom. Where he commands the skies, she listens to the earth's breath. She may tremble in silks and blush when spoken to, but she roots herself deeper in his heart than he ever thought possible. A story of the girl who bloomed in darkness and the High Lord who learned that even among stars, it's the flower that teaches you how to grow.

The High Lord of the Spring Court finds a wounded human girl named Alanna in the woods. He takes her under his wind and soon discovers that there is a once in a lifetime connection between the two. Alas, he isn't the only one with a rare connection with her. The High Lord of the Night Court soon bonds with her as well. What will happen between the three? Type: Polygamous Romance (Smut begins chapter 9) Content warning: Polygamous relationship, extreme smut, Tamlin's PTSD, Rape

TW: This book deals with triggering topics, rape/violence and gore. I was born to Graysen, enemy of the Fae. He taught me his history. The history of the war with Hybern, 27 years ago, of the different kinds of Fae to hate, and of Feyre, who was taken by Tamlin-the worst Fae of them all. Yet recently Ma and I found that maybe Father didn't hate all Fae. In fact, he was still in love with one. So obsessed with Elain, he had named me after her-Ellaena. Ma left, and in the wake of her absence, I now doubted their love of me, and fled my Father's fortress. Fled into town, in the alleys, straight into the group of men who became my first abusers. They left me in the forest, at the border between the mortal realm and the Spring Court. It was how I met him-the one I was warned of most. Tamlin. And I learned, like 27 years ago when he had fallen for Feyre, that he had always been destined for mortal love. OC x Tamlin Disclaimer: All characters are owned by Sarah J. Maas, except for my OC's Ellaena, her Ma, the sentry, Anathema and Aren. Copyright: All Rights Reserved

Tamlin was never the villain-just the broken High Lord left behind in the ruins of a love that nearly destroyed him. Haunted by his mistakes, drowning in guilt, and shunned by the courts, he's all but forgotten. Until a human girl named Mia stumbles across the border into Prythian, bloodied and defiant, with no idea the fae exist. She wants nothing from him. She fears nothing about him. And she sees a version of him even he no longer believes in. Mia is everything Tamlin never expected: sharp-tongued, soft-hearted, and utterly unwilling to let him hide behind his monstrous past. She pushes him. Confronts him. Heals him. And in doing so, threatens to unravel every wall he's built to survive. But Prythian is stirring again, and so is an ancient prophecy-one that ties Mia's fate to his in ways that could either save the realm... or burn it to ash. This is not the story of a girl who falls for a High Lord. This is the story of a High Lord who learns how to rise.