Feyre was a High Lady. Nesta was a Valkyrie. Elain was a Seer. And she was the sister the Cauldron ruined and forgot. Invisible in a family of legends, haunted by nightmares no one noticed, she learned to stay quiet... to expect nothing. Except Azriel noticed. The Shadowsinger who never spoke too much saw everything-her pain, her loneliness... and the bond between them she didn't even know existed. And when the world decides she is the easiest one to break-Azriel will make them suffer for it.

She's the coach's daughter, stuck balancing pre-med exams and navigating the chaotic, cocky hockey team her dad coaches. When the boys start slipping past her defences, teasing, challenging, and maybe even igniting desires she's never felt, she finds herself torn between loyalty, love, and temptation. A jealous boyfriend, high-stakes games, late-night locker room secrets, and suddenly every choice has consequences-on the ice and off. Can she survive the drama, the heat, and the heartbreak without losing herself... or her heart?

Pregnant, abandoned, and alone, she never expected salvation to come from Azriel, the brooding shadowsinger who insists on giving her shelter when she has nowhere else to turn. What begins as an act of reluctant kindness slowly shifts into something deeper. Stolen glances, quiet comforts in the night, confessions whispered when the world feels too heavy. The walls she's built begin to crack under his steady presence, even as they fight the unfamiliar pull. But with her manipulative ex circling back, she must decide, cling to the past that broke her...or risk everything for the future Azriel is quietly offering.

Eris Vanserra. Fireborn. Calculated. Raised in a court where love was weakness and tenderness a liability. His mate, soft yet brave, becomes the one thing he always needed. What began as duty and instinct became something far more dangerous-devotion. From sleepless nights guarded by hounds and flame... from first smiles and first steps to burned fingers and frightened cries-they grow, they falter, they endure. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his son. A story of firelight and legacy rewritten, of a male taught that strength was dominance, learning instead that the bravest thing he could ever be was present. He was their spark. They were his warmth.

Five years ago, she fled with a secret-the son Rhysand never knew existed. She built a quiet, hidden life... until the day her little boy runs straight into the arms of the High Lord she swore she'd never face again. One look at the child with his violet eyes, and Rhysand knows the truth. Dragged back into each other's orbit, old wounds reopen-lies, heartbreak, fear, and the pull between them that never died. Rhys is determined to earn a place in his child's life-and in hers, no matter how many years were stolen from him. A story of second chances, stolen years, found family, and a love stubborn enough to survive fate itself-if she's brave enough to claim it.

On the final battlefield of her realm, a Valkyrie stands alone among the fallen. Her sisters lie dead at her feet, their combined power spiraling out of control as ancient magic tears itself apart. In the chaos of her world's collapse, she is flung into a rift between realms-straight into Navarre, a land where dragons rule the skies and riders are forged by fire... and death. Wounded, grieving, and stripped of everything she's ever known, she expects to die on impact. Instead, a dragon chooses her. She must navigate Basgiath, a war college filled with liars, rebels, and lethal politics. And the Wingleader with shadows in his eyes is either her greatest threat... or the only one who sees her for what she really is. To survive this new world, she'll have to use new magic, and a destiny far deadlier than the battle that destroyed her home. Because Valkyries don't fall. They rise-again and again.

Rhysand's Inner Court are all mated and he feels like the odd man out. Everything changes when he sees her and hears her sing. He is captivated by her, but she doesn't see him. What started as the meeting of two fated souls, is complicated by her past and her present. Can they come together to find happiness or will past wounds break them? Rhysand x original character fic. The High Lord and The Bard is an ACOTAR AU where none of the events in the ACOTAR universe have happened. Only the characters and locations will be the same with some key changes. Disclaimer- All rights belong to Sarah J Maas. Only my MFC belongs to me.

She's a girl with dirt-streaked fingers and flowers in her hair. Sweet. Soft. A quiet soul more at home among vines and moonlight than courts and crowns. But fate has its own rhythm. And it leads her straight to Rhysand, the High Lord of Night. Powerful, untouchable, carved from stardust and storm. A male who sees her not as delicate, but divine. Their bond is unexpected, ancient. Where he is shadow, she is bloom. Where he commands the skies, she listens to the earth's breath. She may tremble in silks and blush when spoken to, but she roots herself deeper in his heart than he ever thought possible. A story of the girl who bloomed in darkness and the High Lord who learned that even among stars, it's the flower that teaches you how to grow.

Kallias's sister-the Winter Court's quiet heart. Sharp, composed, untouchable. She was born of frost and stars, raised in a palace of ice and silence after war stole too much too soon. All she has left is her brother. Her court. Her restraint. Then there's him-Eris Vanserra. Heir to the Autumn Court. Arrogant, unreadable, fire-forged and court-polished. A male everyone warns her about. A male who's burned every bridge handed to him... except the one that leads to her. Words fly like blades between them, and sparks fly faster. Something begins. Something neither of them dares name. Maybe opposites don't destroy each other. Maybe they were just waiting to finally meet.

A story of a girl who woke up in the Acotar universe on a random Tuesday and continues to live her life in the universe she doesn't belong in, but found a home in, changing stories, lives, and the fate itself and discovering something new every single day she spends with depression, sarcasm and cunning behaviour along with mischief. Rhysand x Amara (oc) Feyre x Tamlin English is not my native language; this is just a story, not copied or stolen. All copyrights belong to the owners and Sarah. j. Maas for the story and the cover, except for any plot changes and my character, Amara. Here is the story you all have been waiting for and deserve, guys. I can not thank everyone enough for reading my previous one. This is not my first one, as I have already written A Tale of Twisted Fate a while back. If you didn't read it, please do. i love you all so much.