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?

ON UNFORESEEN HIATUS-Azriel x OC. ACOTAR. The inner circle of the High Lord of The Night Court received a disturbing intel about an heiress to their late enemy, King Hybern. Her existence in Velaris posed a new threat, one that must be neutralized as quickly as possible. But once they found her, she wasn't what they thought she would be. Find out what a true love, acceptance and forgiveness are. HURT/COMFORT. ROMANCE. FAMILY. HAPPY ENDING. #1 in acourtofthornsandroses ❤️ 25-05-19

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.

❝𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳.❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 the notorious High Lord of the Night Court finally finds his mate... who happens to be a creature that was known as a myth. A myth that has only been heard of in stories, in the whispers of the wind and darkness. A rare creature that is powerful, and lives off of the blood of others. She was a vampire, a monster. A beautiful monster just like he was willing to become, to keep everything he loves safe. ↳ 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤

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 🩶

This is a crossover between 2 existing books series, I recommend reading both the Throne of Glass series and the a Court of Thorns and Roses series (up until ACOWAR) entirely before reading this! *** Completed, unedited, 37k words *** Three years after the war, Orynth is finally nearly rebuilt and Aelin is living a hectic but happy life as the Queen of Terrasen and the Faerie Queen of the West. That all is ripped away from her when a portal appears and drops her in a warring world. Aelin has to choose between hiding or going to war again, as she tries to find her way home. Will she make some new friends? Or more enemies? Will she find the way back home? *** After KOA & during ACOWAR Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or worlds, they're all Sarah J. Maas's.

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.

"He loves me like there is no red in the water It's loud in my ears, the call to surrender There is no future worth more than this Savior" - Red In The Water, Chloe Ament OR IN WHICH Sirius Black's Daughter falls through the veil instead of him. Instead of dying she wake up as a witch in Prythian and is drawn to the infamous shadowsinger of the Night Court. FANDOM: Harry Potter x ACOTAR ERA: AU of HP, AU of ACOTAR SHIPS: Vulpecula Black (Fem OC) x Azriel © xoastorybynatxoxo, 2025.