All her life, Baelyn has trained to earn her place among the Illyrian warriors. But when she finally achieves it, she finds that the life of a soldier is more complicated than just following orders. As she tries to figure out her place in the Night Court she must fight the conflict within herself, while her heart is drawn to the High Lord's General Commander, Cassian. Will she give up what she has worked hard for all her life? Or will she discover that love is more powerful than any army? HIGHEST RANKING: #1 ACOMAF

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

Completed~After her abusive parents punish her one day, and destroy her book, Luna finds herself in an all too familiar world: Prythian. Here, she meets the high lord and high lady of the night court and struggles to gain their trust while deciding whether to find a way back to Earth or follow her dreams of staying in her favorite fictional land. However, as Luna becomes more connected to the people around her, she realizes there might be a reason why she's there and things aren't as simple as she had thought. (Yes there's romance in this book 😂)

War ruined her. Had torn her soul from her piece by piece and now, now she was home. But home wasn't the same. And Feyre certainly wasn't the same. The Fae that she brought with her, attractive as they may be, they were still dangerous. But they were kind, and she craved it. The kindness she had never been given, and so she left. She left to join them, in The City of Starlight. Velaris.

Nephele Speirling is the only daughter of Hybern's Grand General, the most powerful man on the isle and the sole owner of what remains of Hybern's military. But when Neph begins to demonstrate her true power, her parents quickly become threatened by the idea of a female having such strength in their stern social hierarchy. So, Neph is locked away in a cellar, her power suppressed by ancient techniques of brutal people until the day she is to be engaged. Eris Vansera is the eldest son of the High Lord of Autumn, who has made the grand mistake of offering secret refuge to the General and his army. As a sign of his gratitude, Fergis Speirling offers his daughter to Beron as a gift, to do with her body whatever he deems fit. And as a sign of solidarity and friendship, Beron decrees that his eldest son is to marry Nephele and become a Lady of the autumn court. But people like Eris and Nephele dont appreciate being pawns.

Eblis survived years of torment in the hands of Hybern, an enemy continent disrupting the peace of Prythian and the Human Realms below it. She suffered things many wouldn't be able to handle, and lived in the shadow of it's king for five fear-filled centuries. When she gets word that the King of Hybern had been killed, she finally found her chance to escape and return to the Night Court, the last home she ever remembered. The Spymaster of the Night Court returns from Hybern as well, with news of an uprising from the newly anointed Queen and Heiresses. Doubtful of Eblis's true loyalties, he continues to watch Eblis in fear that she'll take the family he had and rip it apart. As he goes, he picks up the pieces of her bloody past and puts them together to form the broken Illyrian female. What he finds, what he discovers, what he feels, is forever disrupted. I DO NOT CLAIM ACOTAR AS MY OWN I AM JUST WRITING FANFIC!!! 5/02/20 1k reads ☆☆ 5/26/21 1k votes 6/25/20 2k reads ☆☆ 11/8/21 2k votes 10/14/20 4k reads ☆☆ 10/24/22 4k votes 12/27/20 6k reads ☆☆ 11/04/24 6k votes 2/17/21 8k reads 3/12/21 10k reads 6/15/21 20k reads 8/17/21 30k reads 11/26/21 40k reads 1/28/22 50k reads 3/25/23 100k reads 10/15/24 150k reads #1 in "Everything's Cancelled Awards" (fanfiction section) #1 in "Mousetails Summer 2020 Awards" (Fanfiction section) (go check it out they even interviewed me lmao) #1 in "Eunoia Awards" (Fanfiction section duh)

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.