Nova was never born to the Night Court. She was left on its doorstep. Named. Loved. Raised as one of their own. She died protecting the only family she had ever known. Prythian mourned her. Death did not. When the King of Hybern forced the Cauldron open, it reached beyond life itself and returned what should have remained buried. But the Cauldron made one terrible mistake. It did not resurrect a High Fae. It awakened Death's daughter. The dead whisper her name. Graves do not stay silent in her presence. Souls refuse to cross while she is near. The magic inside her is older than the Cauldron. Older than Prythian. Older than the gods the world has forgotten. She is not meant to exist. And something ancient has begun calling its child home. As two Illyrian warriors feel an impossible bond awaken, the Night Court must face the truth- Nova did not come back wrong. She came back as she was always meant to be. Death's daughter. (cassian x fem!oc x azriel) ↳ slow burn

The magic of Prythian is fading, and with it everything that Zaria loves. As daughter of Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, her father's reputation precedes her, but she is determined to save the only home she's ever known. Across the realm, Nyx struggles with the pressure of the legacy he carries as Rhysand's son, the most powerful High Lord of all time, the High Lord of the Night Court. In an unlikely alliance forged from family rivalry and an unwanted mating bond, Nyx and Zaria are Prythian's last hope of existence. Together, they must travel through the seven courts, reconciling their differences to save their home, and their parents. **Inspiration taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**

Elinora Saiya Archeron. The fourth sister. Her whole life she felt different. Her sister all looked very similar while she was the odd-one-out. She always thought maybe somethings was wrong with her. When her younger sister Feyre is taken away by a Faerie and her family suddenly loses all memories of the incident, she knows something is very wrong. So she goes, to get her sister back. She knows she won't get through the wall, but there are rumors one particular captain knows another way in. So Elinora begins to search for him. But what happens when her journey brings her to a forgotten Island. And on this Island, lays the home of the 8th Court. The Dusk Court. Azriel x OC Story Remember this is a fanfiction! All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas.

COMPLETED. The war for the freedom of humans was a long, treacherous era for Prythian. But the aftermath, when Courts attempted to rebuild within their newly drawn lines, proved to be just as uncharted and dangerous. Courts that had fought on opposite sides of the war found themselves at odds, and powerful offspring began to lay claim to their parent's thrones. As such, a new alliance is formed between the young half Fae half Illyrian High Lord of the Night Court, and Helion, High Lord of the Day court. It is through this alliance that Helion's bastard daughter, Elora, meets Azriel, the High Lord of the Night Court's Shadowsinger. Azriel was infamous, and feared by all who beheld him. But not Elora, as she found that perhaps they were not so unlike.

Azriel X Scarlett Vanserra (Eris' Eldest Daughter). 18+ Spiciness and a bit of a slow burn!!!! What happens when your High Lord and Lady agree to temporarily house your nemesis' offspring? Well falling in love and finding his mate was certainly not the answer Azriel was expecting. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ I glance at Nesta who watches her mate slowly tethering on the edge of becoming unconscious as he refuses to tap out. "You want to call it or will we be down a trainer today?" I ask quietly as her eyes fume with rage over Scarletts victory. "That's enough." She snaps, projecting her voice. "He's done." Releasing him, Scarlett drops her grip and Cassian falls forward gasping for air. Turning on her heels she cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. "What do you say, Shadowsinger... up for a match?" Definitely Eris' daughter. The familiar arrogant and cocky attitude briefly shows on her face before she once again puts on the stoic expression of a warrior who can't be read. Not vocalizing my acceptance, I simply walk into the fighting area as Cassian shifts off to stand with his mate. No doubt another bet is being placed. "Nesta." She calls out without taking her eyes off me. "You call it." Changing her stance to a different one than what she started with in Cassian's fight I see just how smart she is. She's already switching her strategy up before she sees me make a move. "On three!" Nesta's voice calls through the air and I keep my focus on the female in front of me, her Amber eyes burning into me. "One!" A breeze blows and her scent fills my nose. Cider, cinnamon... mmm crisp leaves. "Two!" A living embodiment of Autumn. "Three!" Nesta calls and I wait for Scarlett to strike the first blow. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ A/N: I do not own any of these characters and this is a fanfic made for the fun of writing and the love of our fictional bat boys from the ACOTAR books! Notable Rankings: #1 erisvanserra #1 nightcourt #1 vanserra #1 acosf #3 spymaster #9 acotar

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.

Before the war with Hybern, when enemies and allies blur in the shadows, Azriel is forced to work with a witch he has every reason to distrust. She offers information he desperately needs. She has access to places he cannot reach. And she's hiding something that could change everything. In a deadly game where one wrong move means death, trust becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. But even his shadows cannot unravel all her secrets.

It was a known fact: the veil between the worlds was getting thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crash was already a certainty. The rumors started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Fortunately, time passed, we went through wars and race exterminations, but the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained almost the same, some richer and some poorer. Nobody was talking about the fallen, until now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky. Tumultuous and dangerous. Bitter and heart-rending. This is the story of the Evening Star, of the young woman who wields the Sun in her hands and wears the Moon upon her throat. Of the Cursed Crown, which bows to no master it does not choose. And of the man born of shadows, irrevocably bound to her by the tongue of death itself. And, in the end, it is also the story of us: the nothingness that reached, at last, for something greater than ruin. I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story. 𓆩✴𓆪 Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content (including consensual and non-consensual elements), graphic violence, trauma, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. 𓆩✴𓆪 This is a slow-burn story. The protagonists do not meet immediately, and the beginning focuses heavily on worldbuilding and character development. If you're looking for a lighthearted romance that progresses quickly, this may not be the story for you. 𓆩✴𓆪 Chapters average between 8,000 and 10,000 words.

Born of two worlds. Forged by war. Bound to a fate she refuses to accept. Zoya Khan-Sterling is a warrior, a commander, a daughter of two legacies-one of Valkyrie steel, the other of ancient power. As second in line to the throne of her distant homeland, she was raised to protect, not to rule. But when Hybern's forces discover the islands and her parents refuse to fight, believing diplomacy can save them, Zoya sees only their downfall. Fleeing across the sea to seek allies, she finds herself in the Night Court, where war is spoken in the same breath as survival. There, she crosses paths with Cassian, a general whose battles have shaped history. Their mission to recover a lost relic is meant to aid her homeland-but the longer Zoya fights in Prythian's war-torn world, the more tangled her fate becomes. Between duty and desire, survival and sacrifice, she begins to question everything: her loyalty, her strength, and whether she's truly fighting for her people... or running from herself.