"You taste like wine," she whispered, her voice playful but soft, her lips still close to mine. I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're not so innocent yourself." -- Aureva, a human baker, leads a quiet life in her small village, content in the simplicity of her daily routine. But lately, whispers have begun to reach her ears-rumors of powerful, evil fae stirring in the shadows, bringing unease to the edges of her peaceful world. Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court, is no stranger to darkness. As spymaster, he has spent centuries gathering secrets and slipping through shadows, always one step ahead of danger. Yet now, something stirs in Hybern, a darkness even his shadows struggle to comprehend. In the heart of Hybern, a new power is rising, one that threatens the delicate equilibrium between worlds. Aureva finds herself caught in the center of this turmoil, unwittingly linked to the forces at play. As her path crosses with Azriel's, they become entangled in a web of secrets and shadows, forced to confront what lies beneath the surface of their worlds-and each other. azriel x Oc

I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner. After a lifetime of struggling to survive, Alya Song finds herself being dragged to an execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight. She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.

・❥・ She thought maybe she was okay with being wicked. That she was so angry, so desperately, bitterly livid. She thought perhaps there were pieces of this world that deserved her wrath. Her wickedness. Some souls who deserved to be snuffed out. ・❥・ Cirsei Silvaeus had run away from home. A "home" that was much more akin to a prison, a crypt within which she would waste away to nothing. Cirsei's father, Valentine, had been keeping her under his thumb ever since the death of her mother. Regarding her as little more than an object, a piece of property which could turn him a profit, he subjected her to wretched, unspeakable cruelty. Her escape had been impulsive, fueled by the desperation harbored only by those who were fighting for their lives. She does not make it very far before crashing into an Illyrian general who, to her dismay, pulls her into his world. Surrounded by new faces, a new city, and a new sense of uncertainty about her future, Cirsei feels she has traded one prison for another. She will come to learn that this could not be further from the truth - but this lesson is not without its growing pains. Takes place shortly before Under the Mountain. OC x Bat Boys x ??? #1 in acourtofthornsandroses #1 in rhysand

"Child of Troy; can you feel fire's soft breath tracing your bloodstream? Prophet girl, chosen by the sun; Do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words? Cursed daughter, uttering insanities no one believes; Do you regret taking the vow? Suffer of wrath, pitied by the goddess of wisdom and war; Do you know how Athena weeped at the sight of you? Steadfast youth, with endless pain in life, will you ever find peace in these golden fields of virtue after death?" Where Ellaria of Troy falls into the world of Prythian, into the arms of a Shadowsinger, and brings with her an ancient and tragic prophecy that is destined to torment until it is finally fulfilled. ------------------------------------------- azriel x ellaria(oc) - Not following the ACOSF canon totally, there a lot of modifies to make it work with the story I want to tell. - It's AVAILABLE in AO3 too, in case anyone wants to read it there. - I promise you a happy ending, but a lot of suffering before so everyone is warned. WARNING: Depression Themes, Post Traumatic Stress, War, Death, Death of Infants and Children, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Explicit Themes, Family Problems of All Kinds, Suicide Attempts. (I am not going to put warnings in each chapter, this story touches sensitive issues of all kinds, so whether or not to read it is up to you.)

A millennium ago, the Cauldron chose Canna as its Keeper. At all times, she can feel its presence, hear its whispers. She traverses the faerie realms as a lesser fae, glamoured to appear weak with hopes of staying hidden and free from those who wish to use her. She successfully does so, until the King of Hybern learns of who she is and wants her powers for his own. Set two centuries before the events in A Court of Wings and Ruin, he will stop at nothing to get what he wants: control of the human lands once again. *Azriel fanfiction!* (book #1) #1 in #acomaf (May 2021, June 2021, Aug 2021, Nov 2021) #1 in #cauldron (May 2021, Aug 2021, Sept 2021, Oct 2021, Nov 2021) #1 in #acowar (Nov 2021) #1 in #feyre (May 2021) #1 in #illyrian (May 2021, Sept 2021) #1 in #fae (June 2021) #1 in #sjmaas (June 2021, Aug 2021) #1 in #faeries (Aug 2021) #1 in #Hybern (Oct 2021, Nov 2021) #1 in #shadowsinger (May 2022) #1 in #Nesta (June 2023) Disclaimer: Characters, settings, and ideas are from S. Maas ACOTAR series. I do not own them!

After the war with Hybern, Canna was free. Free to live as she pleased, not shackled to a tyrant king, forced to harm and kill. The Cauldron was sent somewhere far away, its whispers quieter than before. During the war, she did terrible things--harmed good fae, killed so many warriors of Prythian. She also found her mate--Azriel, the spymaster--and fellow Shadowsinger--of the Night Court. When the Cauldron broke, she died. It was put back together, and thus, so was she. But after all those terrible things, she couldn't live with Azriel and his court--no matter how much she wishes to. So, she set off on her own, hoping to find ways she can right her wrongs. An old enemy resurfaces, plunging her right back into action. Will she be able to turn away from the anger and despair that she clutched to in Hybern? Or will it consume her and turn her into a new kind of enemy to be defeated? This is book 2, the sequel of A Court of Desires and Darkness! Will have some spoilers for ACOSF but will mostly be my own plot. #1 out of 35 in #koschei (July 2021, August 2021) #1 out of 81 in #cauldron (August 2021, September 2021) #1 out of 325 in #acosf (April 2022) *Disclaimer: Characters, settings, and elements belong to S. J. Maas. I do not own them.*

"She was darkness and death moulded into the perfect form for him. For him. She was the darkness that was unending and unforgiving, unforgotten and unbinding." Ember Avilon. Warrior of the night. Slaughterer of kingdoms. Her name was known but forgotten. When Hybern fell so did her name, or so every one of Prythian thought. The uncontrollable rage that takes over when she sees winged Illyrians is next to none. What happens when she feels an undeniable pull to one, and not only an Illyrian but a shadow singer? But she's not there to make friends - a war is heading. And she's the key to helping them all. Azriel, the shadow singer, and spymaster has never met anyone like him. Who had to learn to live in the darkness, and maybe he likes that. Or so everyone thinks. What happens when another shows up, thrown at his High Lord's feet for treason? And what happens when the two shadow singers find an odd comfort in one another - a comfort that could either bind them together for eternity - or destroy their souls to the darkness that forbids both? "You will fight to survive Ember. Not for me. Not for this damned court. For you." "You are every reason, every hope, and dream I've ever had under this nightly sky for someone to be mine. Truly mine." "I cannot stay away from you." "I don't know if you've ever loved yourself." "I killed for you" - "You didn't live for me" "I saw you walking down those stairs ... and I wanted you so badly, I thought I might set the whole godforsaken world on fire just to have you." [I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR THE SERIES OF ACOTAR, ONLY MY OWN CHARACTERS. ALL CREDITS GO TO SARAH J MASS] [MATURE THEMES OF GORE, SEXUAL AND ADULT THEMES] This is an enemy to lovers' book; with a VERY VERY slow burn I will warn. :) Enjoy! Sydney Kelly #1 shadow singer 23/02/22 #1 sarahjmass 14/06/22 #1 illyrians 05/09/22 #1 hybern 09/09/22 #1 acosf 08/04/23 #1 thenightcourt 08/04/23

For everyone who is sick of waiting for Sarah J Maas to finally release Azriel's story. And everyone who doesn't want him to end up with Gwyn or Elaine. Here is my version of his love story that takes place right at the end of the original A Court of Thorns and Roses. Amarantha's daughter, Marlie, just got out from Under the Mountain where she got trapped for 50 years, just for trying to confront her mother. When Feyre, Cursebreaker, manages the trials and frees everyone, Marlie somehow finds herself winnowed into Velaris, Rhysands other Court. There, she raises the attention of the High Lord and the inner circle for entering through the warding. Especially Azriel's attention. (I wrote this story nearly three years ago, so it's not my greatest work, but I wanted to share it so you can have my take on Azriel's story before Sarah J. Maas actually publishes hers) *Excluding some original characters, all characters and places belong to Sarah J. Maas*

In the whispered legends of Prythian, Devina was once a name that inspired ancient tales of a queen whom possessed great might and magic, but she had become a myth lost to the mists of time- until now. Awakened from an ageless slumber, her ancient power throbs anew within her veins. As she steps back into a world on the brink of war, her very presence threatens to shift the balance between the courts. Destiny draws her into the fold of the Inner Circle, where alliances are forged, friendships kindled, and a quiet romance with the enigmatic shadowsinger Azriel begins to grow. As they stand shoulder to shoulder against the encroaching darkness of the King of Hybern, the bond between them deepens, blooming into a tender romance woven amid the smoke of battle. With Devina's awakening, Prythian stands at a crossroads, its destiny hanging in the balance. Will she be the savior the realm desperately needs, or will she be the one to bring about its downfall? *THIS BOOK TAKES PLACE DURING ACOWAR* Note: I will be updating with 1-3 new chapters a week #1 booktok 06/27/2024 #1 prythian 07/09/2024

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.