After the war with Hybern, Velaris is still learning how to breathe again. Naia arrives in the Night Court carrying too many secrets, too much old magic, and a glamour carefully built to make her look ordinary. She is not fae. She is not human. And she is certainly not as helpless as she wants everyone to believe. When Amren decides that boredom is a perfectly acceptable reason to hand her over to Cassian for training, Naia is pulled into the dangerous warmth of the Inner Circle: morning coffee, sharp jokes, hidden libraries, old wounds, impossible magic, and a home she never meant to want. Cassian is not looking for another complication. Naia is not looking to be seen. Unfortunately, the Night Court has a habit of finding the truth beneath every mask. A slow-burn ACOTAR fanfiction about secrets, healing, friendship, desire, jealousy, found family, and choosing love without fate deciding it first. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. I do not own ACOTAR, Prythian, Velaris, the Night Court, or any canon characters. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas. Naia and original plot elements are mine.

She is a werewolf born to protect her tribe and destined to lead. After a violent incident gets her expelled, Luna Black transfers to Forks High, where she plans to keep her head down and stay out of trouble. That's until she locks eyes with Jasper Hale. He's quiet. Cold. Dead. Everything she's supposed to hate. But when the imprint binds them, everything changes. Suddenly, Luna is tangled in a forbidden connection with the very thing her tribe was born to kill. No matter how much they try to resist, gravity keeps pulling them together. Because love might be written in the stars... ...but it was never meant to be easy. [forbidden love] [J.Hale x Fem! OC] [ongoing] [Twilight - Breaking Dawn part two]

╰┈➤ ❝ [Senna Archeron] ❞ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ) 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, the eldest sister of four, finds herself fighting for the lives of her loved ones as a fae war on the horizon arises. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜, slow-burn! acotar and onwards, heavy oc lore

.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝓍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝓍 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 .⋆❆⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❅₊⋆. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘍 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has been sheltered in her temple since infancy. Her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she knows she'll never have. Until Hybern. Mere months after Amarantha's fall, soldiers descend on Cesere and the High Lord of the Night Court finds Nephele bleeding and burnt beneath the worst of Hybern's males. Rhysand offers her refuge in the House of Wind, a sanctuary carved into the mountainside beneath a starlit sky that watches over the dreamlike city of Velaris. Yet grief leaves Neph hollow, and nightmares of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library at the heart of the House. Something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew . . . another truth she was never told. A bloodline buried beneath a life built on lies. Night's spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, is just as drawn to her as his shadows are. Night's general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by a familiarity he cannot make sense of. Nephele is desperate to uncover what was taken from her as war builds on the horizon. Every truth unraveled makes the world tremble beneath her feet. She never could've predicted what life beyond temple walls had waiting for her . . . And she certainly never expected that it would be two Illyrian warriors who would finally awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart.

Adria Archeron only had one goal in life. Survive. The Archeron reputation disintegrated right before her eyes. Over night her family's wealth and riches turned to ash and she was left to pick up the pieces. As the eldest, Adria was fortunate to gain a few skills before their descent into poverty. Alone she protected her family from both known and unknown threats. After one fateful hunt, her youngest sister Feyre unknowingly changed the course of their lives forever. Yet Adria's goal remains the same. Through her own life experiences she knew what hides in the shadows of men and bares the scars for it. I do not own any of the characters except my own. Sarah J. Maas owns A Court of Thorns and Roses and all the characters within her story.

Decades ago a little Illyrian girl was left all on her own. With no family or friends to take care of her. She lived day to day. She ate anything she could find and slept under the night sky. Under the stars. Now over centuries later she is still on her own. Taking care of herself as she gets caught up in nasty bargains, awful schemes and fatal wars. Will she learn to trust and rely on others or will she be consumed by her own darkness.. or perhaps someone else's. Maybe the dark isn't as bad as most people make it out to be. Maybe she has enough light in her to outshine the shadows of the past, and light up the way to the future. Tiktok: @_shadowlover06 Acotar fanfiction Fem oc! X Azriel !slowburn! takes place during acotar, acomaf, acowar, and after, very similar to the original happenings, there are a few changes but nothing major All characters belong to Sarah J. Mass, except Ilarya

𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚗'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍 ✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿ ✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯ 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚊𝚖𝚕𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙵𝚎𝚢𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜, 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕. ✯¸.•'*¨'*•✿ ✿•*'¨*'•.¸✯ 𝚌𝚠: 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚖𝚞t, 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖

Eternal: (adj.) Lasting or existing forever; without end or beginning Athanasia never complained about her situation. She never felt like she had the right to. A random event leads her to befriend a small boy. A boy that she believed she would never see again. His situation was heartbreaking, she knew that there are others that are more unfortunate just like him. However, this one encounter changes everything she expected of herself, gave her freedom when the world only wants to swallow her up. --- "Why are you doing this? Why are you befriending me? Though we met five hundred years ago, why do you still bring me into your life? So much can happen in that many years but instead of staying with your friends or finding other things to do, you're with me. Why?" I ask again. Though I don't like being so forward, I can't help it. I'm scared to hurt him. He shifts his gaze to me. His hazel eyes gleam into my blue ones as if he knows something that I don't. "You're right. I had five hundred years, five hundred years to stay with my friends and five hundred years to find other hobbies." He pauses, taking in breath. "But I had five hundred years without you, we only had two weeks together. And those two weeks were the best I've ever had. That's why I want to continue them-with you, Athy." --- Disclaimer: All ACOTAR characters and plot belong to Sarah J. Maas. My characters and scenes are my own work.

I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner. After a lifetime of struggling to survive, Alya Song finds herself being dragged to an execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight. She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.

Riven Dixon, the youngest of the Dixon brothers, the half brother of Merle and Daryl dixon was a troubled young teen with lots of anger in his body, causing problems within the group just outside of Atlanta , more problem arise as a man named Rick Grimes arrives at camp, and Riven has to deal with everyone's drama including his own.