/ Azriel x oc story / (set a few months before Under the Mountain) Raised as Beron's daughter, Asteria Vanserra was everything the Autumn Court represented; fiery, cunning and wicked. But some secrets revealed keep pulling her away from who she wants to be and she finds herself both running away and towards the Night Court. Towards her mate. The shadows in his eyes match the fire in her own amber ones; her darkness matches his own. But how much time will they have with Amarantha slowly rising hell, and Asteria being haunted by the ghosts of her past? As all the walls she built around herself slowly burn down, like the fire that was dying to break free from inside of her, burning up for years and leaving her soul nothing but bitter ash - a certain shadowsinger finds himself in a tricky game.

Quando Luna tinha apenas 5 dias de vida foi abandonada na frente da casa de Stella e Rory, seus pais adotivos. Junto dela tinha um livro, um bracelete e um nome. Luna. Eles a criaram com muito amor e carinho. Ao passar dos anos, Luna foi manifestando poderes que nunca foram vistos em nenhum feérico já existente ali. Quando tinha apenas 80 anos Luna sofreu uma perda que a fez se fechar para todos. Anos depois, com a visita dos Grão-Senhores mais fortes de toda Prythian, Luna não sabia o quanto sua vida iria mudar, até se ver no meio de uma rede de mentiras e tentando entender quem ela realmente é. Em meio a traições, mentiras e perdas, a única coisa que fazia Luna sorrir era um certo Mestre Espião. O macho dono dos olhos mais lindos que ela já viu.

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. She saw herself as one could view the moon. Isolated from everyone, alone in the dark. A source of light for others and never herself. But he showed her the moon could be so much more. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── When another war lingers nearby, the seven Courts are depraved of soldiers from the previous war. One day, the Shadowsinger of Night Court discovers something-or rather someone. He finds an Old God sleeping. He must awake her and together, they'll have to fight in the upcoming war. Is she enough to save Prythian? Awakening her comes with a risk. She could be ruthless and dangerous. But when he awakens her, he finds himself in a situation he would've never imagined. What happens after the war when he realizes her loves her? Is it too late? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── She was alone and trapped. He was fragile and found her. She loved him and he saved her. But really in the end, it was she who saved him. An Azriel fan-fiction. All characters belong to Sarah J Maas except for Orpheus and Florence.

Dalila a princesa que precisou fugir do submundo para se ver livre acaba encontrando uma nova família na corte noturna e ao lado de Azriel consegue perceber que é mais forte do que imagina. Apesar de ter encontrado a felicidade e a luz para sua vida seu passado e escuridão ainda assombra ela e o instinto de uma rainha sobre seu povo nunca falha... +18

"Cuidar!" "Proteger!" "Ferida!" "Rápido!" As sombras formam um redemoinho ao meu redor, extremamente agitadas, nunca as vi ou senti assim. Agoniadas, quase sinto uma dor física com a bagunça que fazem ao meu redor, me desorientando. ----- Azriel vê seu mundo virar de ponta cabeça quando uma estranha surge quebrando barreiras e proteções em Velaris, 30 anos após a guerra contra Hybern. O círculo íntimo descobrirá que o passado não é bem como se lembram e que o futuro reserva grandes surpresas. --- Azriel x Fem OC

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴, 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺." Cover Art by rokii on insta !!!

OCxAzriel(acotar) This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court. Centuries have passed, but Verena cannot let go of all the damage that has been done to her and to her people. This is why she finds herself in the last place she ever thought she would be at: the Night Court. She's after the last piece of her heritage; her mother's spell book, and nothing will stop her. Even if a certain shadowsinger has his eyes on her all the time. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the most powerful High Lord, Rhysand, is her brother? I do not own any of the Original characters from ACOTAR, only the ones I have created for this story. *Takes place before and after the events of ACOTAR ;) More coming soon...

𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩 /𝘸ɪ𝘵ʃ/ 𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘯 1. 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘰𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘭𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬. "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴡɪᴛᴄʜ, ᴇꜱᴍᴇ" "ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴀᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴀᴛᴇ, ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ"