Five hundred years before Feyre killed the wolf. Four hundred and fifty years before Amarantha. When the niece of a king is arranged to marry a High Lord's son for political advantage, she runs and finds herself in the care of a shadowsinger. With his help, and the help of death incarnate, she may find freedom in the embrace of war. There is one thing she has that makes her a valuable ally. The Sight. With it, she can end this bloody war. If only he didn't fall in love. If only she didn't care. ✩ ✩ ✩ Or, in which I listened to Ethel Cain and Hozier so much that I decided to write a fanfic to express my feelings Azriel x OC Published on both Wattpad and Ao3

With the war against Hybern over, Prythian is finally able to breathe. That is, until four women are brought into a dream where they discover that they are more closely connected to the Cauldron than they once thought, and are now in grave danger. Things have awoken from deep beneath the earth. The power of the Cauldron broke the spells holding them back, and they are now on the hunt for it. They will stop at nothing until they have it. Monsters from another time, beings with enough power to reshape the world, and all they need is the Cauldron. Niana searches for those that share her connection, leading her to the Night Court. What she didn't plan for, though, was to be thrown into a past she desperately wished to forget. Secrets are forcibly brought to the light, and unknown feelings spark between herself and the one person she can't stand. ✩ ✩ ✩ "Take off your glamor," he said against my lips, voice rough. "I want to see it all," he whispered. I held a breath. "I'm afraid you'll hate what I am." "I could never hate you." ✩ ✩ ✩ Azriel x OC published on both Wattpad and AO3