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.

Isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? She was the heart of the Inner Circle-sunlight wrapped in quiet strength, always steady, always kind. But not his. Never his. At least, that's what Azriel told himself the moment the bond snapped into place... and he said nothing. He watched from the shadows, loving her silently, convinced he was too broken to be chosen. She kept smiling, kept hoping, never knowing why the male who always showed up was the same one who always pulled away. A story of two hearts quietly breaking beside each other... until one day, they didn't. One single thread of gold tied me to you.

In a world divided by courts and bound by ancient power, two dangerously different souls collide. Azriel, the Night Court's infamous Spymaster, lives in the shadows-silent, lethal, and ruled by duty. But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Delphine, a seductive and bold siren thief with a wicked smile and a knack for disappearing just when he gets too close. She's chaos wrapped in charm, leaving soul-drained corpses and sarcastic notes in her wake. He's the blade sent to stop her... until the bond reveals something far more complicated. Now hunted and haunted by each other, Delphine and Azriel are locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse-where secrets run deep, hearts betray logic, and neither one is willing to lose. Not to the other. Not even to fate.

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ The youngest of the Archerson sisters goes to the Spring Court to protect her sister but soon finds out everything isn't what she believed *ੈ✩‧₊˚ Starts in the ACOTAR book 1. Slow burn Azriel x oc. The first book in the Shadow Series. #1 Rhysand 29/12/2023 #1 Cassian 9/01/2024 Disclaimer: I do not own any characters, plot, or word-building. All that is the production of Sarah J. Maas.

She wasn't supposed to be his-too bright, too golden, too alive for someone made of shadows. But the Mother clearly had other plans. They met in the least graceful way possible-her fist to his face, and a bond that snapped like lightning. Sunshine and shadow, drawn together by fate, forged by choice. She's chaos wrapped in laughter and light. He's quiet, lethal, and suddenly incapable of looking away. Somehow, against all odds, they work. A story of opposites crashing together like a storm-and choosing to stay. Sometimes, all it takes is one punch, one spark in the dark, to begin a love worth everything.

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.

Twilight fell. Day bled into night. Shadows lengthened and stretched towards the light. Dusk had fallen. In the beginning there were eight courts. Spring, summer, fall, and winter. Day, night, dawn, and dusk. Now there are only seven, the eighth scattered across Pyrithian. Aoife is the last of her people, the only surviving daughter of the Dusk Court. Plagued by her past, she is able to hide her identity in the Day Court. But when a threat from across the sea resurfaces, Aoife is thrown back into the politics, war, and death she so desperately avoided for the past four thousand years. Throw in a few curses and a shadowsinger and Aoife's world is again turned upside down. Because no matter how far you run, no matter how long you hide, the past always catches up to you. Trigger warning: this fic gets dark. Subjects include childhood trauma, PTSD, abuse, self harm, and mentions of sexual assault. I will post trigger warnings at the start of appropriate chapters.

Can her light lead them through the darkness? Or will she doom them to a life in shadows? Freesia has spent almost her entire life in darkness, locked in the depths of a dungeon deep below the Autumn Court Manor. Her father, the High Lord of Autumn, put her there after her mother died when she was sixteen. Freesia was suddenly, after five centuries, ripped from the depths of her darkness and placed into the arms of Mor, her childhood best friend, and Azriel, the shadowsinger that saved her life. Can Freesia re-adapt to the world she knows so little about? Or will she crumble under the pressure of what she has become?

the brooding shadowsinger of the night court meets the feisty blood witch from places unknown, what could possibly go wrong? Azriel x OC ACOWAR - post ACOWAR Slow updates