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."

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ The fall of Hybern should have been the end of it: the bloodshed, the violence, the strife. But all kingdoms come with a failsafe. An Heir rises, and an assassin wakes. She is a walking myth, a legend from nightmares. When the Deathbringer finds her way into the Night Court after centuries of dormancy, the Inner Circle sees her for what she is: not an omen, not a weapon, but a girl. She just might be the key to saving Prythian -- if she can first find a way to save herself. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. It seems like a fair enough trade: her shattered soul to take down the Heir of Hybern. And yet, the Inner Circle has another method in mind. The guilt of her past weighs like a world on her shoulders, though Fallon can't seem to deny it: this Court, these people... they're worth dying for. But they just might be worth living for, too. There's one in particular. One who speaks to shadows, one whose darkness seems to whisper to her own. There's a word hidden in that whisper, one she could never fathom until now -- until him. slowish!burn. plot-centric just as much as it is romance-centric, or at least imo.

[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea. It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together. The strings all tied back to one person. His mate. A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content. The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild

Life in the Night Court is difficult for Lysander Marzena between juggling his official duties and personal affairs. As a high-ranking Illyrian warrior and a member of Rhysand's Inner Circle, Lysander takes his responsibilities very seriously. Sometimes too seriously. His family often has to remind him to take a break and focus on himself for a change. What they don't know is that he purposefully neglects doing so. If he did, he would be alone with his thoughts and forced to face many truths he's been trying to avoid. But unbeknownst to Lysander, a problem has arisen in the Winter Court, and from it, something will come to bring an end to life as he knows it. Or rather, someone. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place several years after A Court of Silver Flames and follows the storyline I have set out in my previous fanfictions. This fanfiction may not fall in line with the actual storyline once the ACOTAR series is continued, and it will NOT be updated to match it. This book is set 21 years after A Court of Snow and Storms. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with sexual content, abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio Completed April 17, 2023

Nyx, now 27 years old, opened a portal to another world. And met Amber, a human girl with no knowledge of the Fae World. A deep friendship is the result and now Amber is part of the found-family in Velaris. Everything is alright, ignoring the fact that Amber is getting closer to death everyday while her friends stay healthy and alive, if it weren't for Eris Vanserra, future High Lord of the Autumn Court, who burst into their lives and claimes Amber as his Mate. Wicked as any other High Fae, he tricked Amber into a deal with him and now she doesn't have a choice but to face him. And her mating bond. Still, how is that even possible? Amber is human, utterly human. Isn't she? Disclaimer! English isn't my first language.

For everyone who is sick of waiting for Sarah J Maas to finally release Azriel's story. And everyone who doesn't want him to end up with Gwyn or Elaine. Here is my version of his love story that takes place right at the end of the original A Court of Thorns and Roses. Amarantha's daughter, Marlie, just got out from Under the Mountain where she got trapped for 50 years, just for trying to confront her mother. When Feyre, Cursebreaker, manages the trials and frees everyone, Marlie somehow finds herself winnowed into Velaris, Rhysands other Court. There, she raises the attention of the High Lord and the inner circle for entering through the warding. Especially Azriel's attention. (I wrote this story nearly three years ago, so it's not my greatest work, but I wanted to share it so you can have my take on Azriel's story before Sarah J. Maas actually publishes hers) *Excluding some original characters, all characters and places belong to Sarah J. Maas*

"I don't need to tell you pricks anything, I have my own reasons for being here and they don't concern three idiots who won't-" I was cut off as a force came slamming into me. I look up in anger at the man who was now towering over me, his nostrils flared as he took heavy breaths in and out, staring down at me in rage. I mirrored this as I looked up at him, my own anger causing my shadows to whip around sharply. We stare at each other in the eyes, neither of us backing down as the other two shout at him trying to call him off. His shadows come dancing around him to meet mine in turn. A moment passes and it feels as though the shadows part to reveal an invisible string tying us together. Just as the mating bond snaps into place. Female OC! - some brief ocxlucien but the main story is ocxazriel. ****still editing**** apologies for any typos 🫶

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ This story contains mentions of rape, abuse, blood & gore, foul language as well as sexual content. If any of these has the potential to upset you please do not read, this is your only warning. Davina, an Illyrian female, finds herself in deep trouble with her father. When the Inner Circle rescues her, Davina starts gravitating to a certain shadowsinger. She is struggling to move past her trauma, especially with her holding a small ounce of resentment to her High Lord. Azriel struggles to decide whom he likes most out of all his potential crushes. Will Azriel choose Davina? Will Davina finally recover? I hope you enjoy this story! It takes place during ACOSF and continues after, just in case you are wondering. RANKINGS #1 in acosf #2 in Azriel #1 in Nesta #1 in Warrior #2 in ACOTAR

✧ light in the darkness; from darkness comes light ✧ When hoping for a mate, Azriel would have never thought to find the light to his life in the darkest part of the Hewn City. "I was your saviour, Misma, but you are my salvation. My salvation from the endless darkness." Azriel x OC post ACOSF STARTED: September 3rd, 2021 COMPLETED: July 24th, 2022 best rankings: #1 spymaster #1 shadowsinger #1 helion #1 acosf #2 cassian #1 koschei #1 azrielacotar #7 azriel

After the war with Hybern, Canna was free. Free to live as she pleased, not shackled to a tyrant king, forced to harm and kill. The Cauldron was sent somewhere far away, its whispers quieter than before. During the war, she did terrible things--harmed good fae, killed so many warriors of Prythian. She also found her mate--Azriel, the spymaster--and fellow Shadowsinger--of the Night Court. When the Cauldron broke, she died. It was put back together, and thus, so was she. But after all those terrible things, she couldn't live with Azriel and his court--no matter how much she wishes to. So, she set off on her own, hoping to find ways she can right her wrongs. An old enemy resurfaces, plunging her right back into action. Will she be able to turn away from the anger and despair that she clutched to in Hybern? Or will it consume her and turn her into a new kind of enemy to be defeated? This is book 2, the sequel of A Court of Desires and Darkness! Will have some spoilers for ACOSF but will mostly be my own plot. #1 out of 35 in #koschei (July 2021, August 2021) #1 out of 81 in #cauldron (August 2021, September 2021) #1 out of 325 in #acosf (April 2022) *Disclaimer: Characters, settings, and elements belong to S. J. Maas. I do not own them.*