He'd been alive for a while and lost track of time. Happens when you're immortal and one one blink of an eye is a hundred years of human. After the exile he ut himself in for centuries, he's finally Ready to step back into the real world. Things have changed, some Things never change. Something pulled him out of the shadows and he's going to fing out what, or who. What was love, hate, feelings? He wouldn't rest until he found out the reason he was called upon.

𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙏𝙃 𝙒𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙭 𝘼𝘾𝙊𝙏𝘼𝙍 𝘾𝙍𝙊𝙎𝙎𝙊𝙑𝙀𝙍 - Interconnected story with The Immortal by Genglma85. That familiar gut feeling has returned. In Xandor's second year at Basgiath War College, he has found two very strong reasons to fight for Navarre. He won't let those two reasons go very easily. But when two people from his past come and try to bring him home, he has to decide between destroying everything he has ever loved, or returning to his friends and family. In another world. Aedin and Eris are on a mission. Prythiam is slowly losing its magic, and they need their friend to come home and stop it. Only problem? Their friend won't come home willingly. Original MaleMC x Ridoc Gamlyn

ACOTAR AU Rewrite with Bat Boys x OC RH Matebonds! (No Archeron sisters in this fic) A forgotten heir. A land in decay. A girl born of storm and shadow returns to reclaim what was stolen. Arya hides the truth of her blood, her power, and the crown that once belonged to her. But as magic unravels and the courts fall to chaos, she may be Prythian's only chance at salvation. A legacy lost to time meant to shake the foundations of kingdoms. Fate is a cruel seamstress, and the threads of destiny can be cut, unraveled, but never forgotten. Summoned by forces she cannot yet name, Arya steps into a realm of gilded deception and unraveling myths-a land where thrones are won with blood, where secrets coil beneath silken words, and where masks hide more than faces. The courts murmur of a storm gathering, of shadows stretching too far, of something ancient stirring beneath the roots of the world. She is a blade tempered in exile, a ghost of a legacy buried beneath millennia's of silence. But some graves do not stay undisturbed. And as shadows rise and old magic awakens, one truth becomes clear: Not all crowns are made of gold. Some are built from the bones of the fallen. This story is 4 years in the making and I am overjoyed to be able to finally share it with you all! Best Rankings: #1 Rhys #1 Azriel #1 Cassian #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOTAR Fic #1 ACOTAR AU #1 Rhysand x OC #1 Cassian x OC #1 Azriel x OC

TW: this book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered this is not the story for you, thanks. (Book one in the Starlight series) ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Danika Archeron was born in the shadows. Always looking over her shoulder when her family wasn't looking. She was their protector even if they didn't know it. She had been training as an assassin and warrior since she was eight years old, and yet her family had never suspected a thing. What will Danika do when she's spirited away to Prythian with her little sister, surrounded by the creatures she'd been training to kill for as long as she could remember? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── I cut him off my smile unfaltering, "Think before you speak, the last male who didn't lost more than just his tongue." I know both High Fae caught the wording of male, instead of man when their eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. "Is that a threat?" Hissy asked. "No," I replied, "It's advice." ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Also!! just an FYI Danika is largely inspired by Manon Blackbeak, so that's why I used some of her fanart and such. I also might include some of Manon's abilities like her nails, cause I feel like that would be fun. ) ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ACOTAR fanfic- OC x Rhysand This book will finish ACOTAR and the next book will be ACOMAF ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── DISCLAIMER: All characters go to Sarah J. Maas, aside from my OC's And lastly! I have a tiktok acc for this book and other stuff so if you want more stuff like this my user is: @urwritergurl_wp ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

AU Story line of the Fourthwing Books. For her entire life Fay Sorrengail was raised to be a rider, ruthless and cunning like her older siblings. But when she finally makes her way into Basgiath War Collage, her entire world is flipped upside down upon meeting Liam Mairi. What starts off as innocent flirting turns into something bigger than either of them could have ever anticipated. (Please read the first chapter for important insight on this book!)

What if Rhysand had a daughter with Amarantha? Amarantha had Rhysand under her control for 49 years for her own perverted purposes. During their time together, she conceived a child. A child that Amarantha told him died during child birth. Or did she? Azriel x original character fic. Disclaimer- All rights belong to Sarah J Maas. There are also some quotes I have borrowed from Xaden Riorson (because he is just a vibe) so rights for those belong to Rebecca Yarros. Only my MFC belongs to me.

Evalin was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares. She cannot escape her fate. But when she meets a shadowsinger, his past as traumatized as her own, Evalin realized that she might not be alone. War is inevitable, and she must face her past to continue on the road ahead. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Based on events of ACOWAR with a slight twist.

She was born of the sun. He was forged in the shadows. And fate made them mates. Apollonia Alba, true heir to the Dawn Court, never expected to be the second female High Lady in Prythian's history-nor did she expect her mate to be Azriel, the cold, lethal Illyrian spymaster of the Night Court. Their bond is unbreakable, but war is coming, and love is not enough. With Hybern threatening to destroy everything she'd swore to protect, Apollonia must prove she is more than just a ruler by name. Her family and betrothed plot against her, Azriel is called to battle, and every choice she makes could cost her friends-or her mate. In a world where war demands sacrifice, will she put her court first, her friends, or will love become her greatest weakness? Dawn will rise. But at what cost?

Rayna had spent years hiding in the shadows of the mortal realm, burying her power beneath layers of silence and secrets. There, a strong bond formed between her and a sharp tongued, Nesta Archeron. But peace never lasts, not when your name is whispered by fate itself. But what happens when her friend's sister comes back, no longer human? When the High Lord of the Night Court speaks of war and death?

Every year, swaths of 20-year-olds descend upon a college campus. Unfortunately, this college specializes in war, in consideration of the one raging at its borders. Outposts and enemies line the eastern mountains, guarded by many from the army, but most notably, the Dragon Riders. (Y/N)'s future was determined long before he was born. As far as he was concerned, none of that destiny included Basgiath; not after he watched his grandfather descend into mad ramblings from his battles after bonding a dragon, then fell to the whims of a power-hungry Colonel who would do anything to hurt him. The quadrant destroyed the good and empowered the bad, and he wanted nothing to do with it, no matter what his name spelled. Xaden Riorson's future was clear, no Basgiath or dragons in sight. That was, until he was 16, when his father's apostasy-turned-secession fell apart; his home was burned; and his father went missing, only to be reported by someone he thought was an ally, then murdered. Unfortunately for both of them, Basgiath wouldn't let them off so easily. Xaden had a two year head start and became a Wingleader, ready-and willing-to sacrifice anything to fulfill his goals. Some may call them selfish and many call him ruthless, but he's no stranger to prescribed titles. (Y/N) stood before the bridge, but he had no intention of making it across. His ruined future and unstable life would be given to a cause much more worthy than the torture of Basgiath: his mother, his father, and his patron: Zihnal, the God of Chaos. *HE/HIM* [Book 1 of 2]