Theia, an Illyrian female, despises her Court. She knows of the High Lord's secret city, and the wealth that thrives there. As the poorest of a poverty stricken village, Theia is forced to keep herself and her mother alive. Working two jobs and coming home to a dilapidated cabin, she runs thin. Nyx, the Heir of the Night Court, had taken interest in her during his residency at the Windhaven war camp. He pushes himself into her life after being scolded about his privilege. Theia refuses to accept his pity, but can't seem to stay away from his continuous offers. Nyx x OC A Court of Thorns and Roses story.

It was a known fact: the veil between the worlds was getting thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crash was already a certainty. The rumors started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Fortunately, time passed, we went through wars and race exterminations, but the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained almost the same, some richer and some poorer. Nobody was talking about the fallen, until now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky. Tumultuous and dangerous, Bitter and heartbreaking. This is the story of the Evening Star. About the young woman who holds the Sun as her weapon, And the Moon as an ornament. About the Cursed Crown, who chooses its own master And about the man in the shadows, irreversibly bound to her, by the tongue of death. And, after all, about us, the nothingness who catches a goal. I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story. Azriel x OC

Alicia, born the twin sister to Feyre Archeron is dragged into a world of magic, lies and danger the night the High Lord came to claim her sister. How will Alicia navigate her new life, how will she deal with the horrors to come. And will old secrets surface to find the truth. Find out in A Court of Two Thorns and Two Roses.

Violet Sorrengail never survived the parapet - because she was never chosen. Instead, Seraphina Virelith rises. Stronger. Smarter. Unbreakable. Bonded to the mighty Tairn and wielding lightning like it was born from her blood, Sera doesn't fight for survival - she commands it. While whispers of war crack through the walls of Basgiath and secrets coil beneath the surface, Sera forges her place not by luck, but by fire and force. With Xaden Riorson at her side and a storm beneath her wings, she is not the underdog. She is the reckoning. She doesn't follow the story. She rewrites it.

[COMPLETED] -Yes, love. You're my mate, my partner, the one to whom the stars drew a path for me to follow in my Sleep.- -------------------------------------------- -Aifos has been dancing with death for many years. A day will come when their steps will be their last.- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "We are Shur'tugals, perhaps war is part of us." [...] "They won't fall like we did." Or: what if Galbatorix's dragon (OC) and his new rider fly up to Navarre, and our golden bean Andarna has a brother. (All rights belong to Rebecca Yarros and Christopher Paolini; I only own my original characters) TW: Sexual explicit scenes Self-harm Gore Aifos' condition is purely fictional (dont come at me)

Book One ~ Most cadets lose their lives during their first year. Fifteen Percent of those lost it on the parapet. Another seventy-five percent would never make it to their graduation. Those were the statistics that had stuck in Kyna's mind through her first year. It was those statistics that held her back from watching the cadets, her cadets, crossing the parapet the following year. Xaden Riorson x fem!OC male!OC x Violet Sorrengail

Just about everything is trying to kill Joan Graycastle: the King, the cadets, even some of the Riders Quadrant professors seem out to get her. Her only goal is to stay alive. The longer she's alive, the closer she is to seeing her brother again and the closer she gets to fighting the actual war being waged outside Navarre's borders. The only dragon almost guaranteed to kill her decides to claim her, though, and throws a wrench in all of her plans. "Are you a meal, Josefyne Tauri? Or are you a rider?" - fourth wing x oc

A precarious dove spreads its wings only to plummet. Can it ever soar again? or in which A sarcastic, bubbly woman was dealt a tragic hand by the gods, who all stuck around to watch her fate be set in stone. FOURTH WING (IN PROGRESS) IRON FLAME (-) (FW) LIAM MAIRI x (OC) (IF) ??? x (OC) unreliable updates