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

Wherever there's a shadow, there has to be light -♡- An Azriel fanfiction Completed work #1 Theories #1 Acotar #1 acourtofthornsandroses #2 Highlord ♧ under deconstruction ♧

Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harm

WARNING: SMUT 18+ Ivy has been trapped in the dark for as long as she can remember, her gift of light has made her an outcast in her own home. She is now waiting to be sold off to the person who will give her family the most power but her engagement party is interrupted by her High Lord and High Lady. She is thrust into the inner circle but they still don't understand her and her powers. can they help her live after being trapped for so long?

Spin-off book from "Shadows like Mine" (Read that first) Luna, daughter of Azriel, is an exceptional Valkyrie and spy in training. In her early twenties, she is one of the best. Training in the Illyrian camps, she tries to claim her place as a respected warrior. But even after the Illyrians changed their ancient ways, they are still stiff and sexists. Nyx, son of Rhysand an Feyre, almost in his half twenties, can be a little too full of himself. He is handsome, has extremely powerful magic in his veins. A humble and friendly young man in front of his people, but sometimes a prick in front of his friends. Growing up together, they have been great friends ever since. But things have been starting to change. Nyx is training to become a High Lord, Luna to become the next Spy Master. The tension between them gets higher and more electric as they try to tackle a new problem in the court: a drug that is conquering the young. Will they be able to put aside their pride and work together and figure out their hot tension? Or will the problem continue to roam as they collapse? With songs from: Florence + the Machine Sarah Cothran

astrophile (n.) a person who loves the stars. Lyssa Archeron loved to look up at the night sky after a long night and stare at the stars. She'd allow herself to dream under the starlight sky, and sometimes, in her darkest hour, the stars would shine with an answer. selenophile (n.) a person who loves the moon. Azriel always thrived in the darkness, his shadows always accompanied him wherever he went. He was used to it. But he was a child of the moon, born from moondust, or that's what his mother always told him. Even so, Azriel grew up loving the moon and the light it provided. Azriel loved Lyssa even more than the moon, because she glowed brighter than moonlight. And Lyssa loved Azriel just as much as she loved the stars, because she knew that the stars needed darkness to shine. The two were always meant to find each other, their fate was written in the stars. Azriel x Fem OC Updates every Tuesday and Thursday (I'm in college, so it might be a little off sometimes)

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?

OCxAzriel(acotar) This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court. Centuries have passed, but Verena cannot let go of all the damage that has been done to her and to her people. This is why she finds herself in the last place she ever thought she would be at: the Night Court. She's after the last piece of her heritage; her mother's spell book, and nothing will stop her. Even if a certain shadowsinger has his eyes on her all the time. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the most powerful High Lord, Rhysand, is her brother? I do not own any of the Original characters from ACOTAR, only the ones I have created for this story. *Takes place before and after the events of ACOTAR ;) More coming soon...