ACOTAR
4 stories
A Court of Flowers and Stars by WelshFlower02
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Megan has been raised for one purpose, kill Nyx, the son of the Night Court. At sixteen she is ready and goes to fulfil her destiny. She made only one mistake, she hesitated, now she is caught and learns the truth. Will it destroy her or make her stronger? -SMUT WARNING-
Nyx | Carpe Noctem ✓ by _fieldofdaisies_
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*seize the night* Like father, like son people say. Especially when Nyx, the son of a certain High Lord, suddenly lays eyes on a mortal girl. The young female makes the arrogant and smug walls of the High Lord's heir tumble instantaneously. She sweeps him off his feet and the landing is harsh. Difficulties come sweeping in when Nyx slowly figures out the big secret she carries around with her. Do they manage to find a way to each other or will they end up going separate ways? Nyx Archeron x OC STARTED: August 10th, 2022 COMPLETED: March 20th, 2023
The Whispers of Shadows - Azriel by smplymxlfoy
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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
A COURT OF WRATH AND FURY. acotar by ichorandambrosia
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❛in which they grow to love and learn❜ Briar Desilva hated. She hated the Cursebreaker and the High Lord of Spring. She hated her mind and she hated her body. She hated the memories that danced beyond her reach and the past that was and always has been a mystery. Most of all, she hated herself. Azriel hated, too. He hated all he could not have and all that he had. He hated his hands and he hated his shadows. He hated fire. He hated his past and his present and his future and the love that surrounded him but always evaded ever gracing his heart. Most of all, he hated himself. Vengeance? It was all they really knew. Perhaps they could learn more.