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The Shadows Have No Face  ||   𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 by Kermit_is_on_fire
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With the war against Hybern over, Prythian is finally able to breathe. That is, until four women are brought into a dream where they discover that they are more closely connected to the Cauldron than they once thought, and are now in grave danger. Things have awoken from deep beneath the earth. The power of the Cauldron broke the spells holding them back, and they are now on the hunt for it. They will stop at nothing until they have it. Monsters from another time, beings with enough power to reshape the world, and all they need is the Cauldron. Niana searches for those that share her connection, leading her to the Night Court. What she didn't plan for, though, was to be thrown into a past she desperately wished to forget. Secrets are forcibly brought to the light, and unknown feelings spark between herself and the one person she can't stand. ✩ ✩ ✩ "Take off your glamor," he said against my lips, voice rough. "I want to see it all," he whispered. I held a breath. "I'm afraid you'll hate what I am." "I could never hate you." ✩ ✩ ✩ Azriel x OC published on both Wattpad and AO3
A Court of Lightning and Shadows by padyprongs
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Currently being rewritten december 2024 :). Some things might not line up. Living in an Illyrian warcamp as a woman wasn't fun, especially not while being half Fae, half Illyrian. When Briar's father finds out about her secret, he plans to do terrible things. Until a certain Spymaster hears of these events. TW: this story contains triggering content such as physical and mental abuse, rape and more.
Eternal: Azriel by emwritesbookstories
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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.
A Court of Shadows and Lightening by ksjacob
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It's colder then I remember it, dark as an abyss but I stop being afraid of the dark along time ago. Shadows curl around me and I allow myself the split second of hope. Allowing myself to wish for the male I can not have. His voice is a distant memory but also clear as day in this dark and musky hole. "We will be friends." His voice is relaxed but firm. Lulling me away into memories with his deep vibrato. "Friends?" I croak, confusion lacing my voice. "People who are nice to each other occasionally spend time together." Azriel deadpans. "I know what friends are." I snap back, not able to hold back the bite in my words. Some way to start a friendship. He chuckles despite my tone, the dark alluring sound wrapping around my spine. I look away from him. "Well, you don't seem to have any." I don't realize the tears have fallen until they have drenched my cheeks. I curl deeper into myself, wishing those memories wouldn't haunt me. I replay the moment over and over in my head. Weaving it into my very being, my sanity. With darkness threading around me I list all the reasons he couldn't love me. Even if I could get out of this hell, those memories are all I have. I wouldn't forgive me either.
A Court of Death and Retribution by lowkeystruggling
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*Set many years after ACOSF* (Nyx x OC) Belladonna Haven doesn't belong anywhere. She didn't belong in her family house with her abusive father and she didn't belong anywhere after her and her mother escaped. They would all stare at her gloved hands and wonder what secrets Bella was hiding. Her mother always told her three things. 1. Keep running 2. Never take the gloves off 3. Only steal from the wealthy Of course Bella was curious. So one day, she broke the most important rule... and regretted it ever since. Years later, she's still on the run, still keeping her gloves on, and still stealing from the wealthy. Unfortunately for her, she stole from the wrong kind of wealthy. Unfortunately for them, she was completely open to the idea of breaking rule number two. - Also: In this story I'm assuming that Gwyn and Azriel are mates. It won't affect the story too much, just a heads up for those who don't approve. - Rankings: #1 in Rhysand (May 2021) #1 in acotar (May-June 2021) #1 in Nyx (May-June 2021) #1 in Azriel (May 2021) #1 in Feyre (June 2021)
The Heir of Night by smplymxlfoy
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Theia, an Illyrian female, despises her Court. She knows of the High Lord's secret city, and the wealth that thrives there. As the poorest of a poverty stricken village, Theia is forced to keep herself and her mother alive. Working two jobs and coming home to a dilapidated cabin, she runs thin. Nyx, the Heir of the Night Court, had taken interest in her during his residency at the Windhaven war camp. He pushes himself into her life after being scolded about his privilege. Theia refuses to accept his pity, but can't seem to stay away from his continuous offers. Nyx x OC A Court of Thorns and Roses story.
Light and Shadow✔️ by Chihirophie
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Velaris. City of Starlight, Art and most importantly Freedom. Or so it seems for Meira. As daughter of an Illyrian Lord she has never been able to go see the City herself, not to even speak of freedom. When her parents set the date for her clipping Meira can't take it anymore, she flees. ************************************* "See! You're laughing!" I put a bookmark into the book and slapped it shut. Azriel's voice sounded through me: "I'm not laughing, believe me." I glared at him suspiciously, now he grinned, I rolled my eyes: "I think it's a cute story." "It is, you'll tell me how it ends?" he sounded somewhat serious. I squinted at him, he smiled at me again, an almost invisible dimple coming out on the left of his lips: "Fine."
A Court of Dreams and Promise by crimson_text
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Azriel had thought his mate was dead for centuries. But when the Spymaster of the Night Court learns that there's a chance that his mate, and his High Lord Rhysand's sister, is alive, he embarks on a journey to find the missing piece of his Court of Dreams. It was time to bring Velaria home. But her return comes with a looming threat on the horizon for Prythian, as old secrets come to light, old friends become enemies, and old lovers seem to have moved on. Will she ever make up for the lost time? When everything goes wrong, the pair must question if they will ever get the happiness together that they deserve. Azriel had watched as his court, his family, seemingly found their happy endings. He had already lost his once. He wasn't going to lose her again. With the fate of their world hanging in the balance, the long-lost lovers are forced to confront the past as they try to forge a new future. After all they've been through, is it finally their turn to be happy? RANKINGS (🎉 THANK YOU!!! 🎉) #1 in acotar (!!!) #1 in springcourt #1 in rhysandssister #1 in feyre #1 in highlord #2 in tamlin #2 in rhysand #2 in nightcourt #4 in azriel
Shadows Whisper | | Azriel by acotarTaylorsVersion
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Azriel had mastered the shadows a long time ago, bent them to his will and taught them to obey his every command. It all changed one night though, when they began screaming at him. "She's coming," the shadows screamed so loudly it nearly broke Azriel's brain. The only problem was he had no idea who "she" was. - Cover by @courtofsxra
Fury  |  Nyx Archeron by dreaminginfiction
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Tessa has many secrets, not least of which is the fact that a) she's a shadowsinger and b) she's been dishing out unsanctioned retribution to deserving males in Illyria, in the form of permanent disfigurement. Hey, they want to cut a female's wings off? Fair's fair, after all. All of her secrets are at risk of unravelling however, when Nyx fucking Archeron walks into her workshop, requesting she craft new siphons for his baby cousin. Honestly, there's nothing Tessa would like to do less, but she can't seem to resist his charming smile and soon enough she finds herself swept up into his crazy, overwhelming family, desperately trying to keep all of her secrets and keep from falling in love at the same time. "Did you not see what happened to the last male who stood in my way?" She said lowly, pasting a saccharine smile on her face. "Don't make me put you on your knees." He shifted impossibly closer, so close she could breathe in his scent of pine and sea mist. His lips brushed her ear as he bent down to reply, "Darling, I would love to get on my knees for you."