{Azriel x OC} Aeliana, Heir to the throne of Shadow and Flame, suffers the loss of her kingdom, family, and people. After being tortured for the entirety of her young life, she comes face-to-face with a raging conflict that forces her to fall through a series of gateways in her world. Landing in a land of night, she is faced with her worst fears and has to confront her trauma, including the power in her blood. As she befriends the Night Court, she becomes enthralled by the winged male named Azriel and discovers that she is not truly alone in her burdens. *NOTICE* I do not own any of these characters, besides the OC, and these all belong to Sarah J Maas. Happy Readings! ♡ Story Rankings: #1 in acotar #1 shadowsinger #1 azrielfanfic

݁ *⋆° 𝙇𝙖𝙮 𝙄𝙩 𝘽𝙖𝙧𝙚 ... 𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. °⋆* When a female awakes in an unknown time and place, with no sense of who she is or any memories, she travels through Prythian in order to get them back. This is a young adult fantasy novella, about love, friendship, danger, and self-growth. A story about her life, her desires, and the mystery hidden beneath a dangerous past. _____________ ݁ *⋆°𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘶𝘱𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬 (𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘱𝘳𝘦-𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥!) °⋆* 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏𝟓𝟎,𝟎𝟎𝟎 [cover made by @Yeontanaaaaaaa]

The prophecy said she'd destroy the world. Plot twist: she's okay with that. ────────── Kaelith didn't ask to be Prythian's first High Lady chosen by magic. Didn't ask for the power to literally break time. Didn't ask to watch her parents get murdered in front of her. But here we are. Now she's hunting their killers with the kind of focus that makes ancient powers nervous. The whispers follow her everywhere: Unmaker. Monster. The silver-marked one from the prophecy. She's not denying it. She's leaning in. There's just one problem wearing Illyrian wings and a hero complex: Nyx Archeron. The Night Court prince keeps showing up-in her investigations, in her space, in her HEAD-with his infuriating morals and his stupidly beautiful face and his apparent death wish. He's convinced he can save her from herself. She's convinced she can make him regret that. (She's lying. Mostly. She hasn't decided yet.) ────────── morally gray FMC • unhinged protagonist • witty banter • lots of angst • idiots to lovers • she's a menace (he's into it) • mutual obsession • he falls first (she falls harder) • next-gen ACOTAR ────────── #1 sarahjmaas (01/2026) #2 nyxarcheron (01/2016)

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.

ACOTAR- Azriel/OC Volume I in the A Court of Secrets Series - Five hundred years ago, the Princess of the Night Court was slaughtered in the Illyrian wilderness. Her wings were torn from her back. Her head was put in a box and thrown down the river for her brother to find. Her story ended the way it was told- through blood and suffering and death. At least, that's what everyone thought. But there are secrets she took to the grave- And one of them is that she's still alive. Now, as war with Hybern looms and the cracks in the Night Court begin to splinter, her return sets off a chain reaction that no one is ready for. Allegiances shift. Truths are questioned. And the story everyone thought they knew begins to unravel- One bloody, burning lie at a time. - Special thanks to @fxckmiup and @crimson_text for their support, encouragement, and editing.

She was born of the sun. He was forged in the shadows. And fate made them mates. Apollonia Alba, true heir to the Dawn Court, never expected to be the second female High Lady in Prythian's history-nor did she expect her mate to be Azriel, the cold, lethal Illyrian spymaster of the Night Court. Their bond is unbreakable, but war is coming, and love is not enough. With Hybern threatening to destroy everything she'd swore to protect, Apollonia must prove she is more than just a ruler by name. Her family and betrothed plot against her, Azriel is called to battle, and every choice she makes could cost her friends-or her mate. In a world where war demands sacrifice, will she put her court first, her friends, or will love become her greatest weakness? Dawn will rise. But at what cost?

⤷ in which her sister suddenly gets taken to prythian, and everything in her life changes. （ acotar - ? ） （ slow burn!azriel × female ） （ status: ongoing ） ©venusflimss

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

as much as it seems, that you own my heart, it's astronomy, we're two worlds apart ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . (azriel acotar) * i do not take credit for the acotar universe! that all goes to sjm, i'm just putting my own spin on rhysand's sister and her story :)

"Shadows do not forget. Even when we do." For years, Azriel has been the unseen blade of the Night Court. A whisper in the dark, a ghost among shadows. He has hunted liars, traitors, and thieves- but never one who leaves no trace. Never one who knows his magic as intimately as he does. When an ancient artifact vanishes from the Court's most guarded vault, all signs point to a ghost that shouldn't exist. A magic that shouldn't feel familiar. A presence that lingers just beyond his reach, like a half-forgotten dream. But the deeper Azriel hunts, the more the past begins to unravel. Whispers of a name he does not remember. Fragments of a face that never lingers in his mind long enough to be caught. And a truth buried so deeply in the shadows that even he might not be ready to face it. Because some memories are stolen for a reason. And some ghosts were never meant to be found. "You cannot hunt what does not wish to be caught, shadowsinger. But you can chase me- though, heed my warning- you may not live to see the end." [Set 50 years after acosf] Azriel x OC