In the shadowed depths of the Hewn City, where cruelty reigns and hope is forbidden, Nyraelle has spent her life in the dark - stealing, surviving, and sparking a rebellion that could shatter the Night Court from within. But revolution comes with a price. And hers arrives in the form of Azriel, the High Lord's shadowsinger, sent to hunt down the very threat she embodies. He doesn't know she's the one he's hunting. She doesn't know how long she can keep lying. Because every stolen touch, every whispered secret, every moment she spends in his arms pulls them closer to a truth that will force an impossible choice: love or loyalty. Freedom or surrender. In a city built on oppression, some truths burn everything they touch. ────────── enemies to lovers • she's the rebel (he's the spy) • forbidden romance • touch her and die • mutual pining • slow burn • so much tension • protective Azriel • soft for her only • a lot of yearning • political intrigue ────────── rankings: #1 acotar (01/2026) #1 sarahjmaas (01/2026) #3 fantasy-adventure (01/2026)

He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I have not read Throne of Glass nor Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

"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 🫶

**This is a fanfiction of Sarah J. Maas A Court of Thorns and Roses Series, not cannon** During the war against Hybern, the Cauldron was broken apart creating a rift in time and space itself. The Cauldron, a thing of pure power, capable of wiping out life itself. Thanks to the sacrifice of Feyre and Rhysand, the Cauldron was reformed and hidden once again. But no one ever bothered to consider if the Cauldron let something, or someone, in and the cost it would have. **This story contains themes that may be difficult for some readers. However, SJM often uses difficult subjects in her books. Enter at your own risk.**

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

"What do you know of shame?" "Oh, I know plenty." She fought in the first war, the one that took everything from her, just as it did everyone. 500 years later, she is still fighting in each and every moment. But the day she finds a cause to fight for, her world shifts. And Naoise will find that this fight is not hers alone to undertake. Through bonds forged, wagers struck, and bargains made, she learns that it never was. Nor will it ever be again. ✰ ✩ ★ ___🗻___ In which the Night Court finds a Guardian and a warrior finds a home Azriel x Fem!oc Pre-ACOMAF → ?

Fate had her remain with her father and youngest sister the day the debt collectors came. It was fate that her father let her go. It was fate that gave her a new husband, a new home. It was fate that her younger sister disappeared. It was fate that brought her to her father's estate the day Feyre returned with her new family and asked for help. She hated Fate, but it was fate that lead her to him. This is a fanfiction of ACOTAR I do not own the original characters or plot of the series by S.J. Maas, but my Iyla and the additions she brings to the plot are my own. This story contains graphic depictions of violence, some gore, sexuality, strong language, and/or other mature themes. TW* The story hints upon lack of consent in marital bed and underage marriage (character is 16 when she marries)* TW* domestic abuse is a theme in the first chapters and may be depicted *All images used were plucked from a google search. I don't own a single one.*

If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background. They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.

In the whispered legends of Prythian, Devina was once a name that inspired ancient tales of a queen whom possessed great might and magic, but she had become a myth lost to the mists of time- until now. Awakened from an ageless slumber, her ancient power throbs anew within her veins. As she steps back into a world on the brink of war, her very presence threatens to shift the balance between the courts. Destiny draws her into the fold of the Inner Circle, where alliances are forged, friendships kindled, and a quiet romance with the enigmatic shadowsinger Azriel begins to grow. As they stand shoulder to shoulder against the encroaching darkness of the King of Hybern, the bond between them deepens, blooming into a tender romance woven amid the smoke of battle. With Devina's awakening, Prythian stands at a crossroads, its destiny hanging in the balance. Will she be the savior the realm desperately needs, or will she be the one to bring about its downfall? *THIS BOOK TAKES PLACE DURING ACOWAR* Note: I will be updating with 1-3 new chapters a week #1 booktok 06/27/2024 #1 prythian 07/09/2024

ᴀᴄᴏᴛᴀʀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ᴏᴄ complete! sequel 'A Court of Faith and Flame' now posted. ____________________________ The King of Hybern is dead -- and the Heir has been awakened. Fallon has rested in five hundred years of wait, armed and aided for this very moment. Slay the Heir. Sacrifice herself to save Prythian. With a history so drenched in blood, it seems to be the only thing left for her anyway. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. She's living on borrowed time. The Cauldron, however, has other fates in play. As the Inner Circle joins forces with one of the most lethal killers of Prythian's long history, they are thrust into a journey up against all odds -- because saving her is not an option, but an absolute necessity. One the Shadowsinger will see to personally, even if it means giving his last breath in trade for what he holds most dear. Her. ____________________________ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ. chapters marked 'm' indicate mature content ahead. chapters marked 'b' are bonus content. still canon to the fic, but not necessarily needed to understand the story.