"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

🟉 ·˚ ₊· ➳: ̗̀➛ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 secrets that are hidden are revealed. Secrets that the Spymaster of the Night Court was trying to keep close to his chest and keep safe. He was successful for years but it seems that the secret was revealed in an unexpected way, and he didn't know what else to do besides let things run its course. People will be hurt and crushed. But trust will grow and so will his family. The stars that he had kept hidden will finally be revealed to everyone. ───𝕱𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌𝕾─── 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ───𝕻𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆─── ↝★｡ﾟ☆ 𝘼𝙕𝙍𝙄𝙀𝙇 𝐱 𝙁𝙀𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙀 ! 𝙊𝘾 * ⋆ ☆ ★↜

A bond forged in shadows and sunlight-she's the warmth he never thought he deserved, and he's the darkness that makes her shine brighter. From lacy secrets in bustling markets to whispered confessions in the quiet after battle, their love weaves through laughter, longing, and the fragile beauty of trust. It's a dance of quiet devotion and aching tenderness-a love so deep that even his shadows soften around her. A soft female with fire in her heart, and the Illyrian warrior who'd burn the world just to see her smile-together, they are light meeting darkness, and everything in between.

She wasn't supposed to be his-too bright, too golden, too alive for someone made of shadows. But the Mother clearly had other plans. They met in the least graceful way possible-her fist to his face, and a bond that snapped like lightning. Sunshine and shadow, drawn together by fate, forged by choice. She's chaos wrapped in laughter and light. He's quiet, lethal, and suddenly incapable of looking away. Somehow, against all odds, they work. A story of opposites crashing together like a storm-and choosing to stay. Sometimes, all it takes is one punch, one spark in the dark, to begin a love worth everything.

The war is over. The courts are healing. But peace has never been simple in Prythian. Azriel, the Night Court's shadowsinger, has built his life on silence and secrets. His blades are steady, his loyalty unquestioned. Yet beneath the calm, his shadows whisper of hunger he has long denied-desire locked away behind walls stronger than steel. Desire he once thought was meant for Elain Archeron, the gentle light he could never truly claim. When Rhysand introduces a stranger at the High Lord's table, everything fractures. She is no courtier. No ally wrapped in silks. She is storm and steel, an Illyrian with secrets of her own-and a scent that sinks into Azriel's bones like fire. What begins as tension meant to be released, a game to burn through restraint, becomes something far more dangerous. His shadows reach for her. Her eyes dare him to stop pretending. And the bond neither of them expected coils tighter with every stolen glance, every reckless night. But Prythian is not safe. Old enemies stir in the dark, and truths buried in Windhaven's ash threaten to unravel them all. And when shadows choose, they do not let go.

What if Prythian had a guardian deity? Aquila. The scale of justice. The iron revenant.

Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? She was the heart of the Inner Circle-sunlight wrapped in quiet strength, always steady, always kind. But not his. Never his. At least, that's what Azriel told himself the moment the bond snapped into place... and he said nothing. He watched from the shadows, loving her silently, convinced he was too broken to be chosen. She kept smiling, kept hoping, never knowing why the male who always showed up was the same one who always pulled away. A story of two hearts quietly breaking beside each other... until one day, they didn't. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

Azriel fanfic from ACOTAR, with cross-overs to Crescent City characters (and maybe some Twilight inspiration). Azriel has to forget about Elain, Rhysand had made it clear that she is forbidden. For months, his thoughts have been consumed by Elain, until he has a mission to the Summer Court. Azriel meets Carmen, who will change every single aspect of his life. Carmen is half-vampire, half-human. Her past has brought her to Prythian, where she meets Azriel. She's thrown into the world of the Night Court, while discovering her own bloodline.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 IN WHICH Feyre and Rhysand decide to hire a babysitter for Nyx, not knowing the secrets that she has been hiding for decades, meanwhile Azriel can't help but feel attracted toward her kind smile and soft voice. azriel x fem!oc

I just wanted to write a fic where Azriel is how he would be in the original series! This takes place after the ending of ACOSF. Y/N is a Peregryn warrior from the Dawn Court, and she finds herself assigned to a mission with Azriel from the Night Court. The two fae grow... close while spending time together in the forest.