The spymaster of the Night Court has always been able to hear and feel things others can't and always knows everyone's secrets. His shadows are his obedient servants as he can control them with his shadow singer abilities. One day, he starts to get a strange feeling in his heart, one he has never experienced before. It doesn't help that his emotions have been thrown off ever since Elain accepted her mating bond with Lucien and he can't trust his heart anymore. But when he is given a mission to rescue a mysterious female fae from Tamlin's hands, he begins to trust his heart again...

Annabeth managed to escape Tartarus and join the seven in the war against Gaea, but Percy was left behind. Now, three centuries later the Doors of Death are opening again and nine heroes descend into the Pit. The events which follow, none of them could have anticipated. Everyone says that time heals all wounds, but Percy knows it leaves only scars. But, Percy supposes, without time he would never have found a place where he truly belonged. Currently being rewritten

After the Second Giant War Annabeth leaves Percy for immortality. Percy's heart turns ice cold after the "love of his life" leaves him. He decides he needed some alone time so he leaves camp and heads up north to help him cope with the heartbreak. ~~~~ Years later and no one has heard from or seen Percy. A war is Brewing between the god and an old evil. They call for Percy's help. He comes to aid in the war, but he is not the same Percy they all remember.

The mating bond finally snaps into place between Amren and Varian however one is not as pleased as the other

An Azriel Fanfiction. (Azriel × OC) Daggerheart should have always remained in the dark - the shadow you see out of the corner of your eye - gone before you know if it was a human, an animal or a monster. She was that whisper you hear in the dead of the night that makes you go rigid and hide in the dark. When the war with Hybern ended and fae decided to infest the human realm with spies and messengers, the underworld was in an uproar. They needed to send a message - Even with the Mortal Queens gone, the humans were not left untamed and unsupervised. They had an overseer - An uncrowned Queen. And she would not allow her lands to be once again controlled by fae lords who had tortured and brutalized their people just five hundred years ago. Her message was clear - Leave or pay with your lives.