*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 youngest of the Archerons sisters, known for her petite stature, often called "Lil' Bit," Aemma finds herself trapped beyond the magic wall in Prythian with her sister. Follow her journey navigating new friendships, a stubborn sister, an allusive heir, and a mysterious blight.

❝𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘸.❞ ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦.❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the infamous Spymaster of the Night Court leaves his realm in search for his mate. ↳ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ) 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤

After ACOSF Two years after the king of Hybern fell, two years of peace in Prythian. As the Inner Circle gets their routine, starts living their life to its fullest, something happens. A strange young woman, with a foggy history is stranded high up in the Night Court. The Inner Circle decides to check the situation. Upon arriving, it is more than odd that she survived the ice cold seawater. But the one thing that gives them the bigger interest is that this woman, Aurora, has shadows like Azriel. Trying to find out who she is and how she got those shadows, they take her back to Velaris. Azriel is intrigued by her appearance and her past. They discover a tragic and very dangerous thing about Aurora. She is cursed in a way no one has ever seen. She is more dangerous than anyone could've imagined. But she has shadows like Azriel. He cannot let that go. The Inner Circle will try to find a remedy and who she is. (With a song from AURORA) NOMINATED WATTYS 2021

Before the war with Hybern, when enemies and allies blur in the shadows, Azriel is forced to work with a witch he has every reason to distrust. She offers information he desperately needs. She has access to places he cannot reach. And she's hiding something that could change everything. In a deadly game where one wrong move means death, trust becomes the most dangerous weapon of all. But even his shadows cannot unravel all her secrets.

Ivy Meadowcroft lived among Illyrian men who only wanted her for one thing: her ability to breed. She wasted away in an Illyrian camp in the mountains, tucked away where surely the High Lord and his Inner Circle would never find them. She lived a life of fear, loneliness and solitude. The only thing holding her together? The soft thread of light anchored inside of her. Her only source of light and softness, something she treasured. Azriel, shadow singer and spymaster, was anything but soft. But he would try for Ivy. His fated mate would be tortured no longer. Months after the invisible thread appeared, he'd finally found her. adn gods help any male that stood in his way. (This is a work of fanfiction. Any characters or cities and courts from the ACOTAR universe are owned by the original author, Sarah J Maas.)

❝𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘯𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳.❞ ❝𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸.❞ ❝𝘗𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. ❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 she sinks her sharp claws into them and has no intentions in letting them go. ↳ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

"It always happens when you least expect it."  (Set a day after A Court of Silver Flames finishes)  He'd been denied access to the middle Archeron sister, and it was a command from his High Lord that he could do nothing but respect. He was the only one left of his brothers now. The only one left without the promise of what was perceived as unconditional love and acceptance. A love, a deep connection, that he spent endless waking moments craving... needing. Especially now more than ever. And he hadn't realised it until news came that Cassian was about to get official mated. Loneliness was creeping in, and in a moment of quietness as the inner circle prepares for Cassian and Nesta's mating ceremony, another bond silently snaps into place in a way no one ever imagined. However things aren't always what they seem. And as a new face steps into Azriel's life, it becomes clear that there was so much they missed during the war with Hybern when they were worried they wouldn't make it out alive. Peace can only last for so long, and as the dust settles from the last threat to Pyrithian's stability, new worries begin to arise. But will the shadowsinger be able to keep his head, now that his mate might be the way to end all of this?

Valeria Draven rules a kingdom the courts pretend does not exist. Deep beneath Prythian, hidden in labyrinths carved from bone and stone, lies the Crimson Court-her domain, her sanctuary, her cage. A place where the unwanted gather: vampires with shattered bloodlines, fae exiles driven mad by power, humans stolen or discarded by the courts above, and creatures too dangerous to walk in daylight. They worship Valeria as their queen. Their monster. Their savior. And she guards them with a hunger that has drowned armies. The world believes her people extinct. She prefers it that way. But when Hybern revives an ancient magic capable of slaughtering her entire court, Valeria is forced to step into the light she hates- and into the Night Court she has vowed never to forgive. She arrives not as an ally, but as a warning. Yet Prythian's most powerful males do not fear her. They want her. Rhysand, whose power coils around hers like a serpent tasting blood. Azriel, whose shadows hiss at her hunger yet return to her touch. Cassian, who stares at her like she is war itself- and he intends to win. They should be wise enough to keep their distance. They are not. Valeria Draven has survived centuries of slaughter, betrayal, and bloodshed. She has a kingdom that worships her. A throne soaked in the sacrifices of those she loved and lost. And she will burn Prythian to ash before she lets any court- or any male- claim her. But desire is a violent thing. And when queens fall, they do so with teeth bared, dragging the world down with them.