Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. Power and starlight. Made of dreams and devotion. His mate, strong and radiant, the only one who could match him heart for heart. What began with a wish and a bond became something far greater-family. From labour beneath a sky of falling stars to sleepless nights, first words, magical mishaps, and tiny hands clutching his own-they grow, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his daughter. A story of stars and lullabies, of magic and parenthood, of a warrior learning the bravest thing he could be was gentle. He was their sky. They were his stars.

Pregnant, abandoned, and alone, she never expected salvation to come from Azriel, the brooding shadowsinger who insists on giving her shelter when she has nowhere else to turn. What begins as an act of reluctant kindness slowly shifts into something deeper. Stolen glances, quiet comforts in the night, confessions whispered when the world feels too heavy. The walls she's built begin to crack under his steady presence, even as they fight the unfamiliar pull. But with her manipulative ex circling back, she must decide, cling to the past that broke her...or risk everything for the future Azriel is quietly offering.

A dark Academia Azriel fic. Ten years after the war, peace has settled over Velaris, but trust runs thin where the Hewn City is concerned. Artemis, a cold and young professor with a haunted past and originally from Hewn City, is chosen to lead a controversial new academic initiative aimed at bridging the divide between the two cities. Her arrival draws scrutiny not least from Azriel, the Night Court's spymaster, assigned to watch her every move. Can the Shadowsinger trust this new Celestial Magic Professor? Old griviences and a love forbidden by both sides, there is a lesson for everyone.

She wasn't supposed to be his-too bright, too golden, too alive for someone made of shadows. But the Mother clearly had other plans. They met in the least graceful way possible-her fist to his face, and a bond that snapped like lightning. Sunshine and shadow, drawn together by fate, forged by choice. She's chaos wrapped in laughter and light. He's quiet, lethal, and suddenly incapable of looking away. Somehow, against all odds, they work. A story of opposites crashing together like a storm-and choosing to stay. Sometimes, all it takes is one punch, one spark in the dark, to begin a love worth everything.

Rhysand's sister-the little star of the Night Court. Beloved. Brilliant. Until Rhys went Under the Mountain... and she stopped burning. Bit by bit, she let herself be reduced, forgetting how to shine. Believing love meant pain, and healing was for other people. But Azriel? He sees all of it. Always has, always will. And all he wants is for her to let him love her. A story of a girl who lost herself, and the male who would burn the world to bring her back. Of the family who never stopped loving her, and the Shadowsinger who would wait a thousand years more if she asked.

Calypso, cousin of the Archeron sisters was one of the human victims of Amarantha's tortures. Rescued by Rhysand and Feyre, she ends up at Velaris. Even though Rhysand promised nothing but the truth to Calypso, she remained oblivious to the fact that she was the shadowsinger's mate. Being the Cursebreaker's sister and the only shadowsinger's mate is a dangerous position to be in. Will Calypso survive Prythian? Warning: This book will contain segments of torture, self harm and death. Smut will also be a part of it.

Azriel's shadows find their master a wife. Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again. And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.

Azriel and Elara's long-standing friendship is put to the ultimate test when Elara is left heartbroken by Rylan. Determined to help her heal and move forward, Azriel and their close-knit group of friends orchestrate a daring ruse to make Rylan believe that Elara has not only moved on but is thriving without him. But, as the deception unfolds, the line between pretence and genuine emotion begins to blur. Can Azriel and Elara navigate their shifting relationship, or will the ruse lead them down a path they never anticipated? *Denotes mature chapters*

He didn't know what true love was, didn't know what it was to love someone and they love you back with their whole heart. At least not romantically. Not until he found the most beautiful female he had ever laid his eyes on. *story set after the war* *short story* COVER ART BY VICTORIA MELYA AMBER RUN--I FOUND (SONG)

"You think I give a shit about everyone else in Prythian if it's your life on the line?" Azriel snapped. Eclipse's eyes watered and she looked away in frustration. Azriel reached forward and grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him. Eclipse's breath caught in her throat at the intensity of his stare. "If it's you or Prythian, I will light the fucking fires myself and burn it all to the ground." "Az-" she breathed softly staring into his hazel eyes. "No. I waited 500 years for this, for you, and if you think that I will ever be okay with spending one Cauldron damned second of this life without you from this point forward, then you are sorely mistaken." He stared deeply into her eyes. "If you.. Mother.... If you die Eclipse there's no fucking point to anything. Mate or not you are the light of my life. Nothing makes sense without you, it's all just blood and shadow without you and I can't, I won't go back to that. So if you go, then I'm following right behind." What if, hear me out, but what if Rhysand's sister hadn't been the youngest of his blood relations. What if, before her death she had been married off to the heir to the Day Court? What if they had a daughter? Born somewhere in between the day and night, a bridge between the courts. Powers from both. An affinity to control the light and dark, an intuition so keen she had never been wrong a day in her life, an affinity for magic and spells so strong she could rival her father, known by many names. The Warrior Princess, the Candle in the Dark, Daydreamer, Eclipse; Spell Weaver.