~This book is currently finished but is ongoing for editing and changes~ I continue to look at him and his dark, blue eyes were burning through me, maintaining contact with mine as they didn't dare move away. He sure knows how to hold contact. My body was burning, every inch of it, I could feel it. It was getting way too warm in here. This man was making me feel things I didn't even know that was capable. I needed him. I certainly wanted him. I watched his gaze move down onto my lips as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. I didn't even notice how close he was to me until he stepped forward, closing the gap between us. I'm also baring in mind that my brother and his friends are literally right next door and here we are, being this extremely close to each other. That's what makes this even more nerve racking. One hand was holding my hip and his other hand was secured on my thigh, preventing me from falling down from the counter, his nose beginning to lightly touch the tip of mine as he lowered his forehead closer to me. The low part of my belly was aching him. I wanted him to do something. To fulfil my needs. I don't know where the hell the courage came from as the next two words fell out of me. "Kiss me." *** Aurora Rianne. A girl with painful memories from a troubled past that she does not like to be reminded of. But she can't help it as the nightmares continue to remind her of them when she falls asleep. She tries so hard to run away but they always reach her. Lyle Anderson. A man, also with a troubled past that's led him to have insomnia, but he does not like to talk about it. Nobody knows. He's never opened up to anyone. Until she came into his life. He finds himself feeling comfort in her presence and opens up, something he never thought he was capable of. When Aurora and Lyle meet, they don't know that the solution to their problems was each other. *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes

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 haven't read Throne of Glass or 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 🩶

Born the only daughter of Lord Devlon, she grew up on the outskirts of power-always watching, always fighting for a place no one wanted her to have. While her brothers trained to conquer, she learned to endure-and taught herself to dream. They called her foolish. Said her wings were just for show. But Azriel has known her for years-long before power shifted, long before she ever dared to hope. And in all that time, he never once looked away. He calls her Butterfly-not because she's fragile, but because he sees what no one else will, the strength it takes to fly when the world keeps trying to pin you down. A story of a girl no one believed in-and the male who always did.

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

☽◦➛ In 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝 Maiven Archeron founds her home between the shadows and the stars. "𝘔𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." ╰┈˚ · ° . 𝐀𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐨𝐜 ˏˋ°•*The Second book in the *•° ˊˎ 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 series ------------------------

Soleil Archeron was not always this way. Once, she was something softer-someone who bled, who broke. But that girl died in the dark. In the dungeons where she was tortured, where they tried to shatter her piece by piece, something far more dangerous was forged in her place. Now, she walks the world reborn, her very existence an anomaly-something that has not been seen in centuries, something that should not exist. As Hybern's armies grow stronger by the day, and the line between victory and annihilation thins. But there is something else stirring-something old, something watching. And the deeper Soleil sinks into the darkness of her own power, the more she begins to wonder if she was remade for more than just vengeance. Because some poisons don't just kill. Some corrupt. ||Azriel x OC|| Set in ACOMAF

Long ago, there was a Kingdom that bloomed with laughter, Eranie, that was now long since burned to ash, there was a small demon princess, who watch the home she loved very much been taken away from her. With war hot onto their heels, she's all they need. Azrielxoc Firstly this was RowanxOc, that's why few first chapters are based on TOG series.

"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 🫶

What if Rhysand had a daughter with Amarantha? Amarantha had Rhysand under her control for 49 years for her own perverted purposes. During their time together, she conceived a child. A child that Amarantha told him died during child birth. Or did she? Azriel x original character fic. Disclaimer- All rights belong to Sarah J Maas. There are also some quotes I have borrowed from Xaden Riorson (because he is just a vibe) so rights for those belong to Rebecca Yarros. Only my MFC belongs to me.