Selene was never meant to be part of this world. She had once been a medical student, living an ordinary life filled with textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the quiet certainty that magic was nothing more than fiction. Then, she woke up in a world ruled by monsters. For twenty-five years, she has survived on the outskirts of a human village, healing where she can, hiding where she must. She knows little of the High Fae, their courts, or their treacherous games. She knows only whispers-of a wicked queen named Amarantha, of a war that shattered kingdoms, of a High Lord with violet eyes and a smirk sharper than a blade. But when a raid on her village drags her Under the Mountain, Selene is thrust into a world of cruelty and deceit. Powerless and human, she should have been nothing more than another disposable servant. Instead, she catches the eye of Rhysand, Amarantha's right hand. To the world, he is a monster. A traitor. A willing pet in the queen's twisted court. But Selene has seen him at his most powerful. And now, she has seen him at his most broken. Forced into servitude, trapped in a palace where humans do not last long, Selene must navigate the deadly politics of a court built on suffering. But as she uncovers the truth hidden beneath Rhysand's carefully crafted mask, she begins to question everything she thought she knew-about this world, about him, and about the war that looms on the horizon. Because it was not fate brought her here. She was the obstacle to his fate. And fate is watching. all rights reserved to the original author

ACOTAR Meta Fanfic - What if Sarah J. Maas didn't just write A Court of Thorns and Roses... what if she lived it? When Sarah J. Maas vanished, everyone assumed she was working on her next novel. Her husband knew better. Desperate, he calls Lyra-ex-military, pragmatic, trained to survive anything-and tells her the truth... Sarah didn't just imagine Prythian. She went there. The portal that fuels her stories opens only for those it chooses, and when Lyra crosses through, she finds herself in a world of Fae courts, shadows, and impossible magic-a world that doesn't follow the rules of fiction. And she's about to realize that fiction and fate have thinner boundaries than anyone believed. Armed with nothing but her instincts and a soldier's will, Lyra must navigate the same deadly beauty that made Maas's books legendary. But the longer she stays, the more Prythian begins to change her-body, mind, and soul. To save Sarah, Lyra will have to survive the story itself. Because this time, the author isn't writing the ending-Lyra is. [COMPLETED STORY] Picks up after ACOWAR ACOTAR Meta Fanfic featuring Azriel, Lyra (OC), Rhysand, Feyre, Cassian, Nesta, Mor, Amren, Tamlin, Elain, Keir, and Dis (OC) ⚠️ Content Warning: This story explores trauma, survival, and healing-both physical and emotional. Lyra's journey includes scenes of violence, captivity, and intimacy (consensual and non). Please read mindfully and take breaks if needed. ❤️ My first fanfic. Literally started as a "what if" and spiraled into a full-blown, emotional, magic-fueled rescue mission through Prythian itself. Expect: 🗡️ Portal fantasy meets meta-fanfic chaos with an OC heroine 💔 Found family, shadows, spice, and trauma-healing arcs 🔥 Azriel being emotionally unavailable (until he isn't) 🌌 Prythian reimagined through a mortal's eyes 🪞Reality, storytelling, and identity colliding [Disclaimer: this is a fanfic based creation. All credit to the ACOTAR series, original characters, et

Gwyn's eyes didn't leave Azriel's as she asked in a shaky voice, "What's happened to him, Rhys?" She was on a first name basis with both of his brothers? She must be someone special to Azriel, but his mate? His Cauldron-divine partner? "He's... It seems that when Azriel came into contact with the artifact he lost some of his memories," Rhys said, his tone dire. That penetrating teal gaze remained on Azriel, though all traces of sorrow and relief vanished from her face. "Which memories?" Rhys pursed his lips and Gwyn's gaze grew distant. They were mind-speaking, Azriel realized. The slender column of his mate's throat bobbed. "Get Madja. Now." ____________________ When Azriel comes in contact with an artifact that steals his most precious memories, Gwyn and Rhysand work together to uncover what he's forgotten. A Gwynriel Anthology with an overarching subplot with weekly updates on Ao3 and Wattpad. Teasers available on my TikTok/IG @ readthesefics as well as my tumblr @ Daevastanner

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING⚠️ This story contains mentions of rape, abuse, blood & gore, foul language as well as sexual content. If any of these has the potential to upset you please do not read, this is your only warning. Davina, an Illyrian female, finds herself in deep trouble with her father. When the Inner Circle rescues her, Davina starts gravitating to a certain shadowsinger. She is struggling to move past her trauma, especially with her holding a small ounce of resentment to her High Lord. Azriel struggles to decide whom he likes most out of all his potential crushes. Will Azriel choose Davina? Will Davina finally recover? I hope you enjoy this story! It takes place during ACOSF and continues after, just in case you are wondering. RANKINGS #1 in acosf #2 in Azriel #1 in Nesta #1 in Warrior #2 in ACOTAR

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."

During a dueling match days after the Blood Rite, the mating bond snaps. The two must deal with their emotions and process this life-altering event. Hello all! I'm a huge ACOTAR girlie, and wanted to write a short Azriel x Gwyneth Berdara fic! !!!I DO NOT OWN ACOTAR, ALL CHARACTERS ARE CREATED AND OWNED BY SARAH J MAAS!!! Cover art by @mistilteinnart

Gwyn and Azriel's journey right after the events of ACOSF. Offered a position within the Inner circle, Gwyn is now assigned her first mission, with the infamous, shadow-singer. This is a story that will be written truly from my heart. Gwyn captured me in a way that is indescribable. Her story is worth telling and I will try to write it with full awareness. If you are a reader, and feel that I am not tackling her mental health in the proper manner, please feel free to send me a message. Follow me on tiktok: @loloauthor 107 k words Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/57cgAH56i92QCbZNFUe0Gi?si=PvegCjHdSMiTVF0uqVqTsQ

"I thought we were friends, Azriel. I was caught off-guard but you have to know it was forgiven the day it happened." The priestess looked back up to him. His body vibrated from the determination that sparkled in her gaze like the moon reflected in the sea. "It was stupid, Azriel. And unfair to both Elain and myself. But everyone does stupid things." The Illyrian took a cautious step toward her, afraid she would bolt. "We are friends, Gwyn. I'm sorry. You're right, I was an idiot." "We both deserve better. But I know you'll be better." She shrugged. His breathing shallowed when she finally pushed away from the door frame and walked to him, stopping just out of his reach. "I miss you, Azriel." A story of Azriel and Gwyn as they begin to build their lives together, even as darkness - from around them and within - threatens to tear them down.Gwyneth

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

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