Years ago, the sky fell from the heavens. Now driven back into a handful of cities, humanity depends upon the protection of hunters who fight tirelessly against legions of dark, supernatural beings. The world learned to function beyond mere survival, but one hunter still struggles to cope. An alternate universe set within the canon boundaries of Love and Deepspace, with a setting based heavily on The Shadowfell.

Tw: SMUT 🔞 // VIOLENCE // CNC // BDSM ⛓️ The leader of Onychinus watched everything. No one slipped past the reach of his ruby eyes- and you were never the exception. Through Mephisto's gaze, he followed you like a shadow. Every breath, every trembling sigh, every secret moment you thought belonged only to you. To him, you were not just a woman. You were a fixation, a haunting melody he couldn't silence. And when he finally put his hands on his most desired treasure, be sure he would not let go that easily. This is a story about obsession- where love festers and mutates into something far darker. Where devotion becomes possession, and the line between worship and ruin disappears entirely. He called it affection. You will call it madness.

It's become a habit of yours to feed crows. While their dark feathers are far from beautiful compared to doves, most people underestimate the intelligence crows possess. Not only do they remember someone by their faces, but they also display a sort of affection towards people they 'respect'. You wouldn't expect feeding a murder would lead you to meeting an actual fugitive.

"𝐒𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞... 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐞." ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ The only cure for your heart condition was the rare Protocore located in the destroyed outskirts of Linkon City. The N109 Zone. Xavier accompanied you to the Zone, but during the mission you had to go about your own and find the location with your own Aether core. Your mission comes to an abrupt end when you suddenly get caught in the middle of a fight with Wanderers and a mysterious man appears - accompanied by his messenger. Will you be able to get the small treasure into your possession and get back to Linkon City? ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂

In a world of shadows and intrigue, Sylus, a charismatic mafia boss, exudes power and danger, drawing people to him with his enigmatic charm. Regina, a resourceful college student burdened by her late father's debts, finds herself entangled in a web of deception and survival. As their paths cross, an unspoken tension simmers between them, forcing both to navigate trust and betrayal in a high-stakes game where secrets lurk in every corner.

[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea. It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together. The strings all tied back to one person. His mate. A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content. The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild

Locked in darkness for centuries. Aurora had always been afraid of the dark, but when it became her home for centuries, it drove her mad. When she finally comes out of the dark and is brought the the Night Court, her fear is brought to life again. A male who lives in the shadows, and a female who cannot bear them. Mated by fate, Aurora learns to accept the darkness and that which dwells within. Azriel X OC All ACOTAR original characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. All other characters are my own. Mature themes. #1 in Faeries #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel

Azriel had mastered the shadows a long time ago, bent them to his will and taught them to obey his every command. It all changed one night though, when they began screaming at him. "She's coming," the shadows screamed so loudly it nearly broke Azriel's brain. The only problem was he had no idea who "she" was. - Cover by @courtofsxra

CURRENTLY EDITING Isarella, the daughter of Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court, endured horrors that shattered her spirit and left her scarred in body and soul. Trapped Under the Mountain alongside Rhysand, Isarella's unique gifts became both her salvation and her curse. As a healer with power inherited from her father, she was forced to mend the broken bodies of her captors and victims alike. But beneath her quiet demeanor lay a secret ability: the power to command light itself. With a snap of her fingers, she could extinguish the stars or bring radiant dawn to the darkest of nights-a power she kept hidden, knowing it could bring devastation if wielded recklessly. When Feyre arrived Under the Mountain to free her love, Tamlin, Isarella became an unwilling witness to Feyre's trials. Bound in scraps of clothing and forced to stand alongside Rhysand, she watched Feyre fight against the impossible. And when Feyre solved Amarantha's riddle only to have her life cruelly snuffed out, Isarella made a choice that would change her fate forever. Joining the High Lords, she granted Feyre a fragment of her light, weaving her own power into Feyre's rebirth. Years later, as the war with Hybern looms, Isarella is forced to face the nightmares of her past once more. Reuniting with Rhysand and his Court brings buried trauma to the surface, but it also brings unexpected connections. When Isarella crosses paths with Azriel, the Shadowsinger, her light collides with his shadows in a way that neither of them can deny. Drawn to one another, they uncover secrets that could change the course of the war-and their lives. As Hybern's armies threaten Prythian, Isarella must embrace the full extent of her powers, even if it means confronting the ghosts of her captivity and the pain of standing beside Rhysand once more. Will her light be enough to banish the shadows of her past? Or will her fractured heart and the darkness she once endured consume her entirely? ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO SJM

Azriel finally decides maybe its time to move on from Mor after a new bartender at Rita's catches his eye.