Nyctophilia (n.)love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness. Amelia Acheron was Elain's fraternal twin. They shared the same doe eyes, smile and hair but that was it. People loved to compare the two. They said If Elain was the Rose then Amelia was the thorns. While Elain was born from light, Amelia looked like she was made for the shadows. Amelia loved her family fiercely, and would protect those she loves with everything she has. When her youngest sister Feyre is taken by a faerie, Amelia is devastated that she failed to protect Feyre. Will Amelia be able to get Feyre back? How will her and her sisters survive being thrown into the world of Faeries? Can Amelia keep her sisters safe when danger surrounds them? And why in the middle of chaos does Amelia find peace with a certain shadow singer? "If they want to make me a monster, I will become the worst of them all." - Amelia Azriel x OC slowburn ACOTAR - Complete ACOMAF - In Progress (Discontinued)

Kaira Jones worked as an agent in her uncle's business. Thirteen years after her parents' death, she moved in with her uncle who was a notorious arms dealer who worked for the government. Working for him wasn't considered an easy job but she managed just fine. Climbing up the ranks until she was entrusted with all of the secret dealings, the company's greatest asset. Completely happy with her life, she didn't expect to fall through a portal that led her to a mysterious land belonging to creatures who identified themselves as Fae. She definitely didn't expect it to happen right in the middle of her weekly hookup session with her ex. In a new land belonging to creatures a billion times powerful than mankind, Kaira is taken in by the mysterious and drop dead gorgeous High Lord of the Night Court. No cap, he was the most handsome man she'd ever laid her eyes on. Not to mention the fact that the rest of his inner circle were as beautiful as he was. Especially the brooding warrior cloaked in shadows. Azriel. Living in a world with the Fae, adjusting to their different priorities and principles- all Kaira wanted to do was get back home before her uncle suspected that she was a part of an underhand deal that would push him from his position of power. Agreeing to work with Rhysand and his court, she strikes a deal with them. All is well and good until her emotions get the best of her and she finds herself in a battle of wits with none other than the Spymaster of the Night Court. Contains mature content. Read at your own risk ;) ✨#1 Rhys out of 1k+ stories as of February 23rd 2020✨

❛in which they grow to love and learn❜ Briar Desilva hated. She hated the Cursebreaker and the High Lord of Spring. She hated her mind and she hated her body. She hated the memories that danced beyond her reach and the past that was and always has been a mystery. Most of all, she hated herself. Azriel hated, too. He hated all he could not have and all that he had. He hated his hands and he hated his shadows. He hated fire. He hated his past and his present and his future and the love that surrounded him but always evaded ever gracing his heart. Most of all, he hated himself. Vengeance? It was all they really knew. Perhaps they could learn more.

❝ we're all great pretenders, aren't we? ❞ (pre-acotar to acowar) (eventual azriel x fem!oc) (ungodly- [2021])

Azriel, the spymaster of the Night Court, one of the most powerful Illyrians to walk Prythian. He was damaged, he was broken, and he thought himself evil. He found solace in his darkness and in his shadows. Gwyneth Berdara, a priestess in the library after a horrific event left her scarred. She had finally learned to come out of her shell, as she and her found family of Nesta and Emerie began training to be Valkyries. They were unlikely friends, and yet they found themselves becoming close with one another, almost as if they were drawn together, and it was out of their control. After all, he was the one who saved her from the Hybern soldiers that fateful night, and it was her who will unknowingly save him from himself. the characters and world all belong to SJM! not me, this is a work of fan fiction but the plot is mine :)

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.

"Was I just a piece in your game the whole time?" She barely made these words out, as her hands found their way through her messy locks of hair. "I didn't mean to mess up your chess game, Azriel. All I ever wanted was to just figure out who I was supposed to be- not fake my life for years," Diem went on, as she faced away from him. Her hands were shaking now, as Azriel still walked towards her. "I-I'm sorry, Diem. I didn't mean.. I didn't mean to make you fly so high, okay? It wasn't my intention for these things to happen, I told you to have an exit pl-" Diem cuts him off. "I didn't think you'd given me wings made of wax, Azriel. My life will not be a myth," She declares, and walks back into the labyrinth. - In which a half high Fae, half Illyrian woman may be all the hope Azriel needs, and Azriel may be all of the reassurance Diem needs.