Zira has spent the last forty-nine years trapped under the mountain, ruled by a redheaded false Queen. Zira didn't have a choice in whether she stayed or left, seeing as the Queen knew she was her brother's weakness. now free from that mountain, Zira is trying to figure out who she is all while a war is brewing.

❝ There are darknesses in life and there are lights. ❞ - Bram Stoker Alina Starkov was never meant to belong to Hybern. But she was young enough to forget that. Raised by a king who saw divinity in her power and usefulness in her obedience, Alina learned that sunlight could burn just as easily as it could save. For centuries, Hybern called her princess. Others called her weapon. Then war carries her into the path of two males who have every reason to despise her- a shadowsinger who sees Hybern every time he looks at her, and an Autumn heir who knows exactly what it means to survive the father who made you dangerous. They do not trust her. Alina does not ask them to. Because beneath Hybern's throne lies a truth she was never meant to uncover: a stolen name. a forgotten homeland. and a king who should have feared the day his sun learned who had placed her in the dark. Some saints are worshipped. Some are martyred. And some learn to burn. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 × 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 × 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 a court of thorns and roses × grishaverse

The Broken Sky by Kings Cage is a dark and whimsical tale set in the mystical world of the Night Court. Ramiel, the younger sister of the High Lord Rhysand, has always been different. Gifted with an innate sense of prescience, she is drawn to swordsmanship, a skill deemed inappropriate for a lady of her stature. But when her brother is sent to the brutal Illyrian war camps, Ramiel defies all expectations, embarking on a perilous journey to protect him. As she navigates a world filled with ancient magic, treacherous landscapes, and the haunting presence of the Suriel, Ramiel must confront the harsh realities of her world. A cruel attack shatters her wings, once symbols of freedom, leaving her broken in body but not in spirit. Guided by a mysterious force, she begins a journey of healing and self-discovery, determined to reclaim her strength and place by her brother's side. In The Broken Sky, family bonds are tested, secrets of the Night Court are revealed, and Ramiel must rise from the ashes of her former self to become something new-something stronger. But as the sky trembles with the weight of her return, Ramiel must face the ultimate question: Can she protect those she loves, or will she be consumed by the darkness that threatens to engulf her?

An idyllic evening at the House of Wind comes to an abrupt end when Rhysand's legendary, impenetrable wards shatter like glass. From a volatile blue portal, a woman crashes straight onto the spotless floor-battered, reeking of burnt ozone, fresh blood, and pure fury. Instead of begging for asylum, however, the mysterious stranger decides to demolish the most powerful warriors in the history of Prythian. She shatters armor with her bare hands, outsmarts the Inner Circle, and throws the High Lord of the Night Court out a window with equal precision. Who is this deadly efficient, ashen-haired girl who moves with the precision of a veteran, couldn't care less about court etiquette, and can drive the most dangerous assassins to the brink of a nervous breakdown with a single sharp comeback? Everyone in Velaris is asking themselves one question: how does she know absolutely everything about them, and why does her sudden appearance turn their entire status quo upside down? Add to that a House of Wind jealous of its new tenant and a certain dark spy who suddenly begins to lose his icy indifference, and things get... deadly interesting. Will the Inner Circle survive an encounter with someone who doesn't look at them as authorities, but as spoiled amateurs? And what will happen when this lethally dangerous stranger collides with the darkness of someone who has no intention of keeping his distance? Get ready for an explosive mix of sarcasm, painful encounters with gravity, a slow-burn romance, and a relationship that will set every page on fire. This story is a non-profit fanfiction work, written purely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI

After the war with Hybern, Velaris is still learning how to breathe again. Naia arrives in the Night Court carrying too many secrets, too much old magic, and a glamour carefully built to make her look ordinary. She is not fae. She is not human. And she is certainly not as helpless as she wants everyone to believe. When Amren decides that boredom is a perfectly acceptable reason to hand her over to Cassian for training, Naia is pulled into the dangerous warmth of the Inner Circle: morning coffee, sharp jokes, hidden libraries, old wounds, impossible magic, and a home she never meant to want. Cassian is not looking for another complication. Naia is not looking to be seen. Unfortunately, the Night Court has a habit of finding the truth beneath every mask. A slow-burn ACOTAR fanfiction about secrets, healing, friendship, desire, jealousy, found family, and choosing love without fate deciding it first. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. I do not own ACOTAR, Prythian, Velaris, the Night Court, or any canon characters. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas. Naia and original plot elements are mine.

Long before Prythian's fate was changed, the Spring Court had a forgotten daughter. Lady Rinaver, daughter of the past High Lord of the Spring Court and Tamlin's younger sister, possesses a power that few truly understand. Confined within the borders of the Spring Court and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of, she has spent centuries hiding secrets that could change everything. When Tamlin brings the human Feyre Archeron to the manor, Rinaver is overcome by an inexplicable resentment-yet can't stop herself from quietly protecting her. As old secrets awaken and destiny begins to unfold, Rinaver will discover that the greatest threat to her heart isn't within the Spring Court... it's waiting for her in the Night Court.

She died five hundred years ago. At least, that's what they believed. When a black dragon descends on a Prythian battlefield-with violet eyes no beast should have-the Night Court discovers that Rhysand's lost sister didn't die. She became something else entirely. Valerie has spent centuries walking between worlds, building an army from the broken and the forgotten, preparing for something ancient and inevitable. Now war has come to Prythian's doorstep, and she'll burn down anyone who threatens what's left of her family. Even if her family doesn't recognize her anymore. Even if coming home means facing the shadows that never forgot her. A multi-POV crossover across ACOTAR, Throne of Glass, and Crescent City, where the past never stays where you buried it. Mature content: explicit scenes, violence, and themes of trauma and captivity in later chapters.

One minute, Sienna Quinn is asleep in her tiny Jersey apartment. The next, she wakes in a bed that is definitely not hers - beside Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. There are ancient wards, winged warriors, a sentient House with opinions, and absolutely no coffee. Sienna has no phone, no way home, and no explanation for how she appeared in the most protected bedroom in Velaris. To the Inner Circle, she is an impossible problem. To Cassian, she is a training disaster waiting to happen. To Mor, she is clearly worth keeping. To Azriel, she is suspicious. To Amren, she is already too much. And to Rhysand, she is becoming a riddle he should not enjoy solving. A lighthearted ACOTAR portal-fantasy fanfiction full of banter, found family, slow-burn tension, Velaris chaos, and one very under-caffeinated girl from New Jersey. Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. Canon characters, settings, and world belong to Sarah J. Maas. Sienna Quinn and original plot elements belong to me.

❝ The dead cannot cry out for justice. It is a duty of the living to do so for them. ❞ - Lois McMaster Bujold IN WHICH Nina Zenik was raised among the Archeron sisters with a secret written into her blood. She was taught to command the living. No one taught her what to do when the dead began answering back. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 × 𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐚 × 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚 ↳ slow burn

Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.