An ancient princess imprisoned for centuries in a tomb so dark, no light ever breached it's walls. A broken warrior who suffered years of torment at the leash of a dark queen. Two battered hearts beating in the same rythym. And a new war that might threaten everything they know and love. The world is slowly recovering from the war Erawan and Maeve brought upon it. People of Terassen are healing and once again looking into the future with hope. Even if the royals themselves are still battling their demons and licking their wounds. But when a new threat rises on the horizon and a powerful artifact falls into the wrong hands, the mightiest of Erilea will have to once again rise to the challange. Or die trying. New and old players alike will come together in a deadly race against time, fate and the Gods themselves. This stroy is my idea of a continuation of the Throne of Glass series by S.J. Maas. I do not own any characters or places mentioned in her mervellous work. Fenrys x oc

Completed. AzrielxFemale OC - Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Soft Az. Lots of Action/Story/Other character involvement. "Coming back is like swimming up to the surface. If you almost drowned already, it takes a while to feel safe taking a breath." The Shadowsinger gets distracted on a raid by a gentle natured female that appears out of place in the camp he's just taken over. He gets his job done, but takes critical moments to pull her aside and offer her refuge in his home city of Velaris. The risk of their conversation costs him, and the next few months are spent overcoming the repercussions, both physical and emotional. Dark magic swirls in Prythian, calling on spells more ancient than the High Lords and Ladies have seen in centuries and wreaking havoc on those who are too young to even recognize the source. A war is brewing and a quiet battle is already raging for the loyalty of the only healer in Prythian possessing the skills to identify and fight back against the sorcery. How will young and old, light and dark, pain and forgiveness, come together to save the land, and each other? Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places referenced here. All belong to Sarah J. Maas.

On the longest night of the year, The cauldron will gift the world a warrior, She will be brought in with a vanishing birth. She will bridge two worlds, She will return home when most needed. The shadows will welcome her just as they do their master. Strength, night and song be gifted. Top Rankings: Lucien #1 - 1/16/2023 ACOMAF #1 - 1/26/2023 Fae #1 - 2/12/2023 Sarahjmaas - 3/20/2023 Feyrearcheron 7/13/23 acotar #1 12/10/2023 acourtofthornsandroses #1 12/11/2023 - I listened to Celtic Woman Radio (part 1) and Villain mode (part 2) while writing this if you are looking for good vibe music - both on Spotify Playlist of songs featured or that have given me inspo! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4lV5ZuBmfHpIaurqOstVQS?si=uWrDXFDjSeuZFq2fYhYxxQ

After ACOSF Two years after the king of Hybern fell, two years of peace in Prythian. As the Inner Circle gets their routine, starts living their life to its fullest, something happens. A strange young woman, with a foggy history is stranded high up in the Night Court. The Inner Circle decides to check the situation. Upon arriving, it is more than odd that she survived the ice cold seawater. But the one thing that gives them the bigger interest is that this woman, Aurora, has shadows like Azriel. Trying to find out who she is and how she got those shadows, they take her back to Velaris. Azriel is intrigued by her appearance and her past. They discover a tragic and very dangerous thing about Aurora. She is cursed in a way no one has ever seen. She is more dangerous than anyone could've imagined. But she has shadows like Azriel. He cannot let that go. The Inner Circle will try to find a remedy and who she is. (With a song from AURORA) NOMINATED WATTYS 2021

An Azriel Fanfiction. (Azriel × OC) Daggerheart should have always remained in the dark - the shadow you see out of the corner of your eye - gone before you know if it was a human, an animal or a monster. She was that whisper you hear in the dead of the night that makes you go rigid and hide in the dark. When the war with Hybern ended and fae decided to infest the human realm with spies and messengers, the underworld was in an uproar. They needed to send a message - Even with the Mortal Queens gone, the humans were not left untamed and unsupervised. They had an overseer - An uncrowned Queen. And she would not allow her lands to be once again controlled by fae lords who had tortured and brutalized their people just five hundred years ago. Her message was clear - Leave or pay with your lives.

"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*

In a world where Prythian and Erilea were once one, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius is the Queen Who Was Promised. With her Heir desolate and defeated in Mistward, Mala gives her a chance to change her fate by pulling the cords of destiny across worlds. Plunged into a new world with new dangers and potential allies, Aelin must figure out who to trust as she grapples with the repercussions of discovering a court that could shake the foundations of the universe. In a tale of love, sacrifice and war, will Aelin prevail? This story is told in two parts (part one complete within!) and explores an early crossover between ACOTAR and TOG, beginning loosely during HOF and ACOMAF. Please note, this is a reverse harem story that does not follow the plot of the original books, although influenced by certain events. All characters and worlds belong to Sarah J. Maas. Top rankings: #1 in Rowan #1 in TOG #2 in Rhysand #2 in Aelin #3 in Azriel

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)

#1 in #acourtofmistandfury A book of twisted morals, wrongful loyalties, and hidden agendas. Lexa's only hope of surviving the impending wrath of the King of Hybern, her father, is to finally trust someone other than herself. The timeline takes place around 3-4 months after ACOTAR. Chapters referencing rape, murder, and explicit sex may be triggering. Please read with caution. I do not own the ACOTAR characters mentioned in the book. But I do own the original ones: Lexa, Drak, Bancroft - and the more minor ones mentioned throughout the chapters. I have taken further inspiration from Scarlett St. Clair's A Touch of Darkness and Stephanie Myer's Twilight. More specifically, the raunchier chapters from ATOD and Jane and Alex's powers from the Twilight saga.

Like calls to Like - that's what the saying was. The silence that had accompanied Azriel for his entire life had always been coupled with the darkness that /was/ him; in his head, in his soul, in the shadows he wielded. She was paradise and a maelstrom of chaos; his equal in every capacity and together, they were a fate worse than death itself. . "Feeling brave? I promise it'll hurt so good."