If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background. They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

As an Illyrian, Marzia thought her life ended when someone ripped her wings for revenge. She, however, didn't expect her life to be saved by a friend from the past. "My shadows have whispered me many secrets, but the moment they knew what you meant for me, they went completely quiet to listen when the bond snapped."

Soleil Archeron was not always this way. Once, she was something softer-someone who bled, who broke. But that girl died in the dark. In the dungeons where she was tortured, where they tried to shatter her piece by piece, something far more dangerous was forged in her place. Now, she walks the world reborn, her very existence an anomaly-something that has not been seen in centuries, something that should not exist. As Hybern's armies grow stronger by the day, and the line between victory and annihilation thins. But there is something else stirring-something old, something watching. And the deeper Soleil sinks into the darkness of her own power, the more she begins to wonder if she was remade for more than just vengeance. Because some poisons don't just kill. Some corrupt. ||Azriel x OC|| Set in ACOMAF

Aoife Vanserra, daughter of the High Lord of Autumn Court, Beron, had been living safely in Spring Court since her family was taken Under the Mountain. She'd been happily married to a Spring Court sentinel, one who blessed her with a small youngling. Her life was perfect, despite the looming threat that quickly approached. Until she awoke alone, her husband gone with new orders to befriend the vicious, heartless human who killed him. Or that's how she thought she would view the human female. Now she is forced to navigate this horror having lost the one person who would've kept her grounded. But will she find something else? I do not own any of the ACOTAR characters or plot lines, but do own my own including Aoife and Colleen. Azriel x OC #1 in Azriel (8/7) #1 in Rhys (8/31) #1 in ACOTAR (11/1, 11/12) #1 in ACOMAF (12/13)

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.

sᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴏғ sᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ. ✮ Time heals all, or so the saying goes. But for Fallon, time has only made one thing abundantly clear: nobody is okay, herself included. Facing the darkness changed everyone, and death does not leave you untouched. Struggling to cope with a new reality, fracturing friendships, and the stress of spymaster duties, Fallon's one mission is to find the peace she so desperately sought before the war. But when reports of a Daglan infiltrating the Courts arise, she knows that peace is far from reach. Allies are slowly dwindling; with Dimir now radio silent and her very own High Lord and Lady acting more foe than friend, the only person she can truly lean on is Azriel -- who seems to be keeping secrets of his own. With the Daglan on the rise and strange, vicious headaches plaguing her waking life, it's up to Fallon and those she can trust to find a way to fix the mess her brother left behind... but saving their world is a burdensome task, and they're going to need a little more help than what Prythian has to offer to make things right. ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏsғ ✮ ᴛᴏɢ ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs.

ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ғᴇᴍ!ᴏᴄ ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ The fall of Hybern should have been the end of it: the bloodshed, the violence, the strife. But all kingdoms come with a failsafe. An Heir rises, and an assassin wakes. She is a walking myth, a legend from nightmares. When the Deathbringer finds her way into the Night Court after centuries of dormancy, the Inner Circle sees her for what she is: not an omen, not a weapon, but a girl. She just might be the key to saving Prythian -- if she can first find a way to save herself. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. It seems like a fair enough trade: her shattered soul to take down the Heir of Hybern. And yet, the Inner Circle has another method in mind. The guilt of her past weighs like a world on her shoulders, though Fallon can't seem to deny it: this Court, these people... they're worth dying for. But they just might be worth living for, too. There's one in particular. One who speaks to shadows, one whose darkness seems to whisper to her own. There's a word hidden in that whisper, one she could never fathom until now -- until him. slowish!burn. plot-centric just as much as it is romance-centric, or at least imo.

In a world divided by courts and bound by ancient power, two dangerously different souls collide. Azriel, the Night Court's infamous Spymaster, lives in the shadows-silent, lethal, and ruled by duty. But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Delphine, a seductive and bold siren thief with a wicked smile and a knack for disappearing just when he gets too close. She's chaos wrapped in charm, leaving soul-drained corpses and sarcastic notes in her wake. He's the blade sent to stop her... until the bond reveals something far more complicated. Now hunted and haunted by each other, Delphine and Azriel are locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse-where secrets run deep, hearts betray logic, and neither one is willing to lose. Not to the other. Not even to fate.

A year after the Hybern war, Lowen finds herself balancing her role as Azriel's mate with her responsibilities as Rhys's second in command. Amidst defending Nesta from various dangers, whispers of war arise, fueled by Queen Briallyn's alliance with the death god Koschei. In this precarious time, Lowen, with her brother Malek's aid, faces the daunting task of protecting her loved ones and home at any cost. 'A Court of Change and Redemption' sees Lowen and Malek's paths reaching a transformative climax. They confront not only formidable external threats but also navigate their personal evolutions. Supported by family bonds-both by blood and choice-and fueled by love and bravery, they learn to face and conquer their deepest fears, illustrating a journey of self-discovery and resilience in the face of danger.