The war's aftermath hangs heavy - a landscape of grief, shattered lives, and the slow reconstruction of a world in ruins. Amidst the ashes, some find solace in new beginnings, while others search for their missing halves. Yet, for him, it's a hollow existence, a presence without true essence. He stands amidst the fragments, his family learning to embrace happiness, and he, in turn, supporting them. But the unspoken question lingers: who supports him in this silent battle against the void within? In this desolate backdrop, a figure emerges-a person intimately acquainted with the cold and the snow, someone who had, long ago, been abandoned by her own and her own dreams. She recognizes the echo of emptiness in his eyes, a resonance of the loneliness she once bore. In their shared solitude, they find an unspoken connection, a silent understanding of the wounds that time cannot erase. To the stars frozen in past who wait to shine again. ............................................................ English it's not my first language so be patient with me plz

Eternal: (adj.) Lasting or existing forever; without end or beginning Athanasia never complained about her situation. She never felt like she had the right to. A random event leads her to befriend a small boy. A boy that she believed she would never see again. His situation was heartbreaking, she knew that there are others that are more unfortunate just like him. However, this one encounter changes everything she expected of herself, gave her freedom when the world only wants to swallow her up. --- "Why are you doing this? Why are you befriending me? Though we met five hundred years ago, why do you still bring me into your life? So much can happen in that many years but instead of staying with your friends or finding other things to do, you're with me. Why?" I ask again. Though I don't like being so forward, I can't help it. I'm scared to hurt him. He shifts his gaze to me. His hazel eyes gleam into my blue ones as if he knows something that I don't. "You're right. I had five hundred years, five hundred years to stay with my friends and five hundred years to find other hobbies." He pauses, taking in breath. "But I had five hundred years without you, we only had two weeks together. And those two weeks were the best I've ever had. That's why I want to continue them-with you, Athy." --- Disclaimer: All ACOTAR characters and plot belong to Sarah J. Maas. My characters and scenes are my own work.

Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harm

"Her wings are made of starlight." In which a mortal girl and an immortal Illyrian are gifted neighboring cells Under The Mountain and change each other's lives forever. 𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑹 - 𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 © 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝒙 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒏!𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆

Ava loves learning new languages, but when her father bans her favourite one she goes behind his back. when he finds out she is out in her room and soon transported to a work where her language skills are invaluable.

An Elucien Holiday Novella Lucien still didn't look at her. "I have spoken with Feyre. She, as you know, has spell-cleaving abilities - far greater than my own." Another deep shuddering breath. "And she has agreed to break our bond." Elain froze in her seat. Her mind wiped of all reason. Of all words. Lucien continued, "Tomorrow." Elain's heart stuttered. He finally met her eyes, and a warm smile spread on his lips. Warm and comforting and sincere. It made Elain sick. Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Numbly, Elain placed her fingers in his palm. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. "Happy Solstice, Elain." And he left. *** All chapters uploaded 130 pages, approx 40 K words

𝚛𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚊𝚣𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕 ͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝙱𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚍, 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚁𝚑𝚢𝚜'𝚜 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛. 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗. 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚣𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎, 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢. ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝚌𝚠: 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, sa, 𝚊𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚢, 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 ͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛: 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚂𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚑 𝙹 𝙼𝚊𝚊𝚜 ͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Completed. AzrielxFemale OC - Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Soft Az. Lots of Action/Story/Other character involvement. "Coming back is like swimming up to the surface. If you almost drowned already, it takes a while to feel safe taking a breath." The Shadowsinger gets distracted on a raid by a gentle natured female that appears out of place in the camp he's just taken over. He gets his job done, but takes critical moments to pull her aside and offer her refuge in his home city of Velaris. The risk of their conversation costs him, and the next few months are spent overcoming the repercussions, both physical and emotional. Dark magic swirls in Prythian, calling on spells more ancient than the High Lords and Ladies have seen in centuries and wreaking havoc on those who are too young to even recognize the source. A war is brewing and a quiet battle is already raging for the loyalty of the only healer in Prythian possessing the skills to identify and fight back against the sorcery. How will young and old, light and dark, pain and forgiveness, come together to save the land, and each other? Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places referenced here. All belong to Sarah J. Maas.