She was never supposed to survive. She did anyway. She has no past. No crown. No mercy. In the heart of a kingdom unraveling under the weight of ancient magic and rising war, whispers speak of a woman who walks through walls of shadow. A myth. A ghost. A warning. They call her the Chaos Bringer. A name feared in the dark corners of kingdoms that dare not speak it aloud.. Bleach-blonde hair with jet black roots. Violet eyes that see too much. A voice like smoke and knives. No one knows where she came from. No one knows what she wants. But every time something dark falls in the city-every time someone cruel disappears-her name echoes in the silence. She doesn't kneel. She doesn't flinch. She doesn't fight for thrones. And she definitely doesn't bleed for banners. But something's coming. Something that doesn't just threaten kingdoms-but threatens the thin thread of fate she's been pretending not to follow. And Nythera has always been a woman who follows the thread. She may not want a court... But the war coming for this world might demand she build one.

After the war, Lyra Potter is utterly, completely, and unapologetically done with the wizarding world. The media? Shitstorm. The Ministry? Corrupt as ever. The so-called Light Lords? Idiots. The so-called Dark Lords? Even bigger idiots. So, despite her well-meaning (but infuriating) friends, Lyra packs up, flips the wizarding world the metaphorical bird, takes her godson Teddy, and vanishes. Her destination? Mystic Falls. A quiet, unassuming town where one of her Black ancestors once built a lavish estate-the Black Palace. She hopes for peace and quiet-a fresh start, away from magic, war, and endless expectations. But deep down? She knows better. There is no peace for her. Why? Because she is, after all, Death's Little Angel of Chaos. And a Potter. She doesn't seek trouble. Trouble finds her. And so, before she even realizes it, she's swept up in yet another whirlwind- Only this time, it's not scheming politicians, megalomaniac wizards, or dark prophecies. This time, it's- Vampires. Werewolves. Shapeshifters. Doppelgängers-apparently, she's one. An ancient ancestor who oddly approves of her. An annoying twin she has zero interest in. Two ridiculously dramatic vampire brothers. And an entire family of goddamn Originals. What has the world come to? Nothing. Just a storm called love hitting her in the most unexpected way. Her? Entangled with the Original Hybrid of all people? And did she mention she has her little godson with her? "You have got to be joking," she thinks.

If you were to ask anyone in the ton about the Lady with a Fan, even an errand boy could give you an answer. That's the name Anastasia Bridgerton had built for herself to protect her family after their father's passing. As the oldest sister and twin of Anthony Bridgerton, Anastasia lived and breathed to keep her family safe. Marriage was the last thing on her mind when her brother, the Viscount had yet to mature enough to handle the responsibilities of being a head. Anastasia, despite being the Diamond of her Season, devoted her efforts towards the stability of the Bridgertons, leaving no room for romance. However, this may change with the arrival of the Dashing Prince of the North, Nicholas Alexander, who returned to London's high society many years later. With her sister's debut, her brother's ignorance, and her family's stability weighing her down, can the girl find it in her heart to love another? It is said that love concurs all, but can it stand the furious winds of a scandal?

She didn't ask to be dragged into this world. She didn't ask to become something more than what she already is. And she certainly didn't ask for him. But some fates don't wait to be chosen. Some truths refuse to stay buried. And in a land built on ancient power and older lies, even a whisper can become a war cry. ****************** Cassian x OC This story comes after ACOSF All events and characters intact, except Cassian and Nesta are not together.

Feyre Archeron and her best friend had been inseparable since childhood. Bound by trust and loyalty, they were each other's safe haven in times of need. But even the strongest bonds can fracture. When one of them is backed into a corner scared, desperate, and fighting for her life everything they built begins to unravel. It only takes one lie to spark a thousand questions about what happened to the once unbreakable pair. "What's your name, love?" "Sage Damaris." ___________________ Warning ⚠️ Spoilers: Starts at ACOMAF -strong language - I don't own ACOTAR or any of the characters. All character rights goes to Sarah J. Maas (Except any Oc(s))

For five hundred years, she has been hidden away-moon-blessed, powerful, untouchable. But the call of fate is relentless, whispering through the enchanted forest where she has spent centuries waiting, yearning. Now, she is ready to return. Ready to be claimed. Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel have spent years tormented by dreams of a female they have never met-a female who feels like a missing piece of their very souls. They are three fragments of the same being, bound by an ancient power that refuses to let them rest until they find her. When she finally steps into their world, the bond ignites. The hunger is unbearable. The restraint is slipping. And the hunt has only just begun. A story of fate, power, and a desire so primal it threatens to consume them all. ( This story is solely based on the meeting and claiming of the mate. There won't be any major plot .) ( Oc and the storyline belongs to me . The inspiration of this fanfiction is taken from the ACOTAR series by Sarah.J.Mass The book cover is taken from Pintrest ) ( There will be no Amarantha , Feyre and her sisters in this story. Mor doesn't have the same relationship with Azriel and Cassian as she had in Acotar. Here Rhys, Azriel and Cassian are same person i.e Rhysand was so powerful that he has to divide his essence into three parts giving rise to Azriel and Cassian)

"I can do as I wish - he is my prisoner. And if someone has an issue with that...then they're going to have to deal with it. Besides, I'm just going to talk to him first. If he can't be reasoned with...then I'll drag him back here by his hair. If he can, I'm sure me and him can come to an agreement of some sort." ACOTAR - {A Court of Frost and Starlight - I do not own ACOTAR, I only own my OC's and everything to do with them and their backstories. This is the second book in the series.

The shadows decide that Azriel needs a hobby. 5 times when said hobby-related shenanigans didn't end so well...and the one time where it may end up better than Azriel could ever have imagined.

Azriel knew pain. So did Galena. Also known as: Azriel's mate is a healer and the first time they meet he nearly dies on her.

There is a Pool of Starlight in the Spring Court. A piece of the Night Court that has no business being in the land of Eternal Spring. So how did it came to be? Or: How the Spymaster of the Night Court starts hearing a voice, realises that no, he is not insane after all, frees a princess, kills a High Lord... and finds his mate all at the same time.