He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I have not read Throne of Glass nor Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

If there was one thing that both Azriel and Zahra Archeron had in common, it was that they were both very good at blending into the background. They just never thought that their family were going to be the ones who never saw them at all.

The Angel visited her in the forest every day. It was as if he were dropped from the night sky like a star. Her own Angel. Azriel.

being the youngest archeron sister often meant that you were the forgotten one, no one ever saw you, until he did. Azriel x Archeron!OC

THIS IS A ACOTAR FAN-FICTION SPOILERS MAY BE PRESENT RIGHTS TO SARAH J MAAS - THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION OF HER WONDERFUL STORIES! Julia had lost everything when Hybern attacked Velaris. Her family was now gone, leaving her the sole survivor. She had never expected to be saved that day of the attack, especially not by the Shadowsinger. She had not even been able to thank him before watching him fly off to rejoin the battle... Though guilt and grief consume Julia, she tries to find ways to continue living in Velaris without her memories consuming her. When she almost slips into the Sidra, a familiar face is there to catch her, just as he had saved her before. Confused and conflicted, Julia finds comfort in Azriel and it appears as though he finds comfort in her as well. Will the unlikely pair form an alliance to aid each other? Or will grief ruin any chance of happiness between the shadow and the light?

After leaving behind the quiet life of the Dawn Court, Sophie Lockwood opens a tea shop in the heart of Velaris hopefully seeking peace, not love. But peace is the last thing she finds when she catches the attention of Azriel, the shadowsinger with a haunted past and a carefully guarded heart. What starts as a chance encounter soon spirals into something deeper, something destined. As Sophie navigates new friendships, a growing bond with the Inner Circle, and a love that defies fate, she must confront her own buried lineage and the future she never thought possible. Spanning years of laughter, healing, and family, Midnight and Magnolias is a slow-burn, heartwarming journey of found love, found family, and the magic that lives in quiet moments. #1 In Azriel #1 In Acotar #1 In Chanceencounter #1 in Mor #2 In Feyre

Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.

~He was her lifeline, she was his sanity~ Amaria's heart has long since been sealed off. Azriel has never known love until he laid eyes on her. Two souls meet but are quickly torn apart when Armarantha takes the high lords powers and traps a majority of them under the mountain, including Aria and her new High Lord. Will Azriel and Aria meet again and have the chance to be together, or will Armarantha's reign forever build a gap between their hearts? TW: ⚠ mentions of unconsesual sex, gore, smut, violence ⚠ This is set pre Acotar and then goes into Acotar, through Acosf

Iraden has lived in Velaris her whole life, in the silvery pools gifted to the Sirens by Rhysand's father, the High Lord before him. It wasn't the only thing she had to thank the High Lords of the Night Court for. For 100 years Iraden and her mother managed to keep her a secret, but what happens when Azriel, the Spymaster of the Night Court, and one of Rhysand's right hands, stumbles into where she works one day, a fast and unusual relationship taking root. Azriel is in desperate need of grounding, having drifted so far away in the past 50 years after the wars that he cannot find his way back. Iraden is in desperate need of freedom after spending her entire life hidden from her true nature, and her father, Rhysand, who is beginning to worry that Nyx isn't taking on the particular glow that the High Lord's heir should take. Will Iraden embrace who she was always meant to be? Will she dare to dream that big?

War ruined her. Had torn her soul from her piece by piece and now, now she was home. But home wasn't the same. And Feyre certainly wasn't the same. The Fae that she brought with her, attractive as they may be, they were still dangerous. But they were kind, and she craved it. The kindness she had never been given, and so she left. She left to join them, in The City of Starlight. Velaris.