Nesta Archeron is a wolf, but a wolf who feels trapped. Caught between expectations and her own desires; she struggles to break free. Cassian Flanagan has the opposite problem. No one expects much from him; at least off the ice. A star defenseman for the Velaris University Warriors, he is known for his larger-than-life personality. A chance meeting brings them together, but secrets, insecurities, and pride threaten to keep them apart. Will Nesta's sharp tongue and rough edges drive Cassian away? Or will his willingness to take a hit, to do whatever is needed to win on the ice and win her over off of it, convince her to let him in?

A retelling of the Hades and Persephone myth, a story of fate, the struggle for power, and love found in the most unexpected places. ***** Persephone has been raised in Olympus all her life - her mother absent, her father a cruel king, with her siblings teaching her all they know. She has seen all of what the gods and goddesses do and she is sick of it. When she learns her safety is threatened by staying in Olympus, she flees to the Underworld. There she stays until she learns that her leaving has caused the world to wilt. But leaving behind her newfound friends and Lady of the Underworld is something she will not do willingly, no matter the consequences. [[word count: 150,000-200,000 words]] Cover designed by Regina Dionela Content Warning: Mentions of rape and incest

Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harm

After the blood rite when finally everything had been calm and quiet there was still Koschei's threat hovering over Prythain, so the high lord took help from the young priestess- Gwyneth- to find a loophole and guess who is helping her? The shadowsinger. It should be easy for Azriel to read books and find what will give everyone peace but working with Gwyn was changing him and he wanted to have her more and just to himself. These characters belong to the author Sarah. J. Mass and this is just a fanfiction

-all characters belong to Sarah J Maas- Azriel held his breath, waiting for the blow. Waiting for whatever torture was to come. "I need my shadowsinger to be able to walk into battle should I require such," said the Death God airily, as he arrived at Azriel's back. The sword scraping against the stone stopped abruptly and Azriel straightened in his chains. "I don't, however, need you to fly." Azriel turned his head to protest, anything but his- But Koschei had already hefted his sword and with both hands brought the blade down severing Azriel's wings from his body. Azriel cried out in a broken voice that pierced the night *** After the battle with Koschei leaves Azriel without his wings, he is a shell of his former self. No one can seem to pull the shadowsinger back from the edge... But Gwyneth Berdara, his mate, has never been one to back down from a challenge. Loosely inspired by Tower of Dawn. Angst with happy ending! Check TW in beginning comments.

**Inspired by OUTLANDER - Daily releases starting 4/09 -- 480+ pages complete** Following the events of ACOSF, the Valkyrie must answer for their victory in the Blood Rite and face trial before the Illyrian Tribunal in Windhaven. Corporal punishment is certain, but there is one way around it for Gwyneth Berdara: Marriage. "As Gwyneth Berdara's husband, I invoke the right to accept whatever punishment is determined on her behalf." Slowly, the three Magistrates' heads swiveled to Gwyn. The priestess swallowed hard. "Miss Berdara," Crispin said, "You can confirm that you are the wife of Spymaster Azriel?" She did not hesitate. "Yes." Celio's brows furrowed, while Crispin exhaled heavily. "Thank you, for confirming, Miss Berdara," Fabius said, his voice slick with mock amiability. "Please note that we reserve the right to call your union into question if we find justification." He shifted his attention to Azriel. "Sustained, Spymaster Azriel." A special thanks to Avery (@freckles_and_fiction on tiktok), Sarah (@rosebudmode on tiktok) and Taylor (@taylorsbooktoks on tiktok) for beta-ing this fic.

A Hades/Persephone retelling. How often do you catch yourself wondering how somebody's touch would feel? How soft their hands would be as they caressed your entire form, how sweet their lips would taste when they descended down to yours, how diabolic the touch would become as the hands would drift lower and lower? Persephone often wondered the same thing. [...] She saw the nymph playfully push the satyr down on the soft grass before straddling him, the sheer fabric of her garment highlighting her graceful movements. She heard her giggling and the satyr's amused growls and her green eyes widened when she saw the satyr's hand wander underneath the nymph's skirt. Perhaps, she should have left the moment she realised what she had stumbled upon. Perhaps, she should have return to her field of lilies and picked some flowers for her mother, Demeter. Perhaps, she should have but she didn't. ❁❁❁ In which the dreadful King of the Underworld steals the daughter of Spring. All images belong to their respective owners. Source: Pinterest.

Unedited story* 21-year-old Persephone(who actually goes by Steffi since no one can spell or say her name correctly) is starting college. She's is finally two hours away from her overbearing mother, and able to live on her own. The first day, as she's walking through the forest, she meets a stranger on the bench. Dark hair, bright eyes, her stomach filled with butterflies. She was drawn to the stranger that sat on the bench. Connecting to him, they soon see each other more and more. Little did she know, it's the God of the underworld, and he's falling in love with her every second of the day. This is the story of Hades and Persephone. (I honestly didn't think people were going to read this story, so I am slowly going back and editing each chapter! Thank you to all my readers who have loved this story as much as I loved writing it!) 1K 11/24/18 10k 2/2/19 20k 2/20/19 30k 3/10/19 40k 4/6/19 50k 4/28/19 60k 5/14/19 70k 5/30/19 80k 6/15/19 90k 7/2/19 _____________100K!___________ 7/22/19 200k 1/7/20 300k 3/4/20 400K 1/10/21

Series 1 BOOK 1 Original Release 2013 "I have no sadness, I have no happiness. I have no love, for I am Hades." "Then why did you bring me here?" I stared at the flawless but not taint less Hades who seemed to be mourning inside. I could see everything, and I knew everything about him. And yet, I do not know if he loves me, and I don't know if my love for him is true either. That is why I will test it with a kiss... #1 Hades 🏅 #7 Ares #9 Persephone

What if she did not want her life among the brightness of the meadows? What if she preferred the darkness of his kingdom? What if she did not want a crown of flowers? What if she wanted his crown of thorns? And maybe she wanted him like he wanted her. Loved him like he loved her. But that was not how their tale was told. Set in the modern world, follow a florist and a Dark Lord whose fates had long been written way before the first of flowers could even begin to flourish in its first full bloom. [Previously known as His Persephone. A modern retelling of Hades' and Persephone's love story.]