Born the only daughter of Lord Devlon, she grew up on the outskirts of power-always watching, always fighting for a place no one wanted her to have. While her brothers trained to conquer, she learned to endure-and taught herself to dream. They called her foolish. Said her wings were just for show. But Azriel has known her for years-long before power shifted, long before she ever dared to hope. And in all that time, he never once looked away. He calls her Butterfly-not because she's fragile, but because he sees what no one else will, the strength it takes to fly when the world keeps trying to pin you down. A story of a girl no one believed in-and the male who always did.

They were never supposed to work. The spymaster of Night. The heir who swore he'd never be like his father. The High Lady of Autumn. Bound by a rare mating bond, entangled in politics, duty, and desire. Together, they were something sacred. Something secret. Until unrest in the Autumn Court begins to rot everything they've built. Whispers become threats. Loyalty fractures. And love-real, messy, consuming love-might not be enough to hold them together. A story of power, sacrifice, and the kind of love that refuses to be quiet. Of three souls fighting not just for a court but for each other.

A love tangled in fire and fear. They were never meant to be more than stolen nights and whispered promises. Eris keeps her at arm's length, bound by his father's cruelty and the danger of wanting too much yet he can't stay away. She takes what little of him he'll give, even as it breaks her. Secrets unravel, brothers circle like wolves, and every stolen moment between them feels both dangerous and inevitable. Until the day he must choose, keep surviving under Beron's shadow... or burn it all down for her.

She was a weapon no one knew how to use safely-not even herself. Born with the power to manipulate and amplify emotion, she could inspire love, spark loyalty, and summon rage. But the more she fed, the more it hollowed her out. What began as a gift became a curse, pulling her into a spiral of addiction, desire, and destruction. A path marked by every sin the heart can bear. Pride, gluttony, wrath, sloth, envy, greed, lust... she lived them all, wore them like a second skin, until there was nothing left but the ruin she became. Azriel saw it all-the damage, the danger, the brilliance buried beneath. And still, he stayed. She thought she was made to destroy. He knew she was made to feel. And he would wait forever to be the one she finally let in.

She was Rhysand's heart-his mate, his wife, his beginning and end. Until she was stolen, her memories rewritten, their bond buried beneath lies. And Rhys? He never stopped searching. Now, she's a stranger to herself, haunted by dreams she can't explain and a pull she doesn't understand. Velaris is unfamiliar. Her family, forgotten. And Rhys is just a shadow on the edge, grieving, waiting. But the truth always finds a way. The story of a High Lady lost, and the High Lord who never let her go. A love that even death couldn't erase.

She's the industry's golden girl-talented, beautiful, and heartbreakingly lonely beneath the spotlight. Everyone wants a piece of her fame, but no one seems to want her. Azriel is her new bodyguard-stoic, disciplined, and absolutely off-limits. His job is simple, keep her safe. His mistake is caring too much. From the moment they meet, they clash. She pushes boundaries, he enforces them. But when danger creeps too close and the walls around them start to crumble, their careful distance turns into something raw, forbidden, and impossible to ignore. What begins as protection spirals into obsession, and in a world where every glance is caught on camera, falling in love might just be the most dangerous scandal of all.

Azriel is plagued with dreams of a girl who was gone before he even had a chance to know her. With the help of the mysterious fourth Archeron sister Lyla, the Inner Circle must not only battle the threat of Keoschi but forces not of this world. This story takes place after A Court of Silver Flames. I do not own any characters from acotar, they belong to s.j.m and her only.

The Night Court's second Shadowsinger-sharp-edged, private, powerful. A ghost in enemy territory. A whisper in the field. A snarl at the war table. Everyone joked she and Azriel should fall in love. Their shadows already had. Everyone except Cassian. Because Cassian always knew it was her-the female with quick reflexes, sharper words, and a darkness that called to his light. But he never said a word. Couldn't risk her. Until he's carrying her broken body back home, whispering truths too late. The story of a female born in shadow who learned to weaponize silence and the male who loved her loud enough to break through.

sᴇᴏ̨ᴜᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴏғ sᴏᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ. ✮ Time heals all, or so the saying goes. But for Fallon, time has only made one thing abundantly clear: nobody is okay, herself included. Facing the darkness changed everyone, and death does not leave you untouched. Struggling to cope with a new reality, fracturing friendships, and the stress of spymaster duties, Fallon's one mission is to find the peace she so desperately sought before the war. But when reports of a Daglan infiltrating the Courts arise, she knows that peace is far from reach. Allies are slowly dwindling; with Dimir now radio silent and her very own High Lord and Lady acting more foe than friend, the only person she can truly lean on is Azriel -- who seems to be keeping secrets of his own. With the Daglan on the rise and strange, vicious headaches plaguing her waking life, it's up to Fallon and those she can trust to find a way to fix the mess her brother left behind... but saving their world is a burdensome task, and they're going to need a little more help than what Prythian has to offer to make things right. ✮ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏsғ ✮ ᴛᴏɢ ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴡᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀs.

ᴀᴄᴏᴛᴀʀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ᴏᴄ complete! sequel 'A Court of Faith and Flame' now posted. ____________________________ The King of Hybern is dead -- and the Heir has been awakened. Fallon has rested in five hundred years of wait, armed and aided for this very moment. Slay the Heir. Sacrifice herself to save Prythian. With a history so drenched in blood, it seems to be the only thing left for her anyway. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. She's living on borrowed time. The Cauldron, however, has other fates in play. As the Inner Circle joins forces with one of the most lethal killers of Prythian's long history, they are thrust into a journey up against all odds -- because saving her is not an option, but an absolute necessity. One the Shadowsinger will see to personally, even if it means giving his last breath in trade for what he holds most dear. Her. ____________________________ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ. chapters marked 'm' indicate mature content ahead. chapters marked 'b' are bonus content. still canon to the fic, but not necessarily needed to understand the story.