Completed. AzrielxFemale OC - Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Soft Az. Lots of Action/Story/Other character involvement. "Coming back is like swimming up to the surface. If you almost drowned already, it takes a while to feel safe taking a breath." The Shadowsinger gets distracted on a raid by a gentle natured female that appears out of place in the camp he's just taken over. He gets his job done, but takes critical moments to pull her aside and offer her refuge in his home city of Velaris. The risk of their conversation costs him, and the next few months are spent overcoming the repercussions, both physical and emotional. Dark magic swirls in Prythian, calling on spells more ancient than the High Lords and Ladies have seen in centuries and wreaking havoc on those who are too young to even recognize the source. A war is brewing and a quiet battle is already raging for the loyalty of the only healer in Prythian possessing the skills to identify and fight back against the sorcery. How will young and old, light and dark, pain and forgiveness, come together to save the land, and each other? Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places referenced here. All belong to Sarah J. Maas.

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

The continuation of Dance of Shadows Amarantha has struck. Asteria and Rhysand are being held captive Under the Mountain along with almost all of Prythian. Azriel can't do anything to save her. How ever will they find their way back to each other?

He was the darkness. She was the star who lit it up. In which the shadowsinger of the Night Court falls for his High Lord's long lost sister. "He was like a breath of fresh air after being held underwater for eternity." - "She was his punishment for every bad thing he had ever done. For no one could make him bleed the way she did." - Azriel x oc story

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

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.

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.

.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝓍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝓍 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 .⋆❆⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❅₊⋆. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘍 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has been sheltered in her temple since infancy. Her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she knows she'll never have. Until Hybern. Mere months after Amarantha's fall, soldiers descend on Cesere and the High Lord of the Night Court finds Nephele bleeding and burnt beneath the worst of Hybern's males. Rhysand offers her refuge in the House of Wind, a sanctuary carved into the mountainside beneath a starlit sky that watches over the dreamlike city of Velaris. Yet grief leaves Neph hollow, and nightmares of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library at the heart of the House. Something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew . . . another truth she was never told. A bloodline buried beneath a life built on lies. Night's spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, is just as drawn to her as his shadows are. Night's general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by a familiarity he cannot make sense of. Nephele is desperate to uncover what was taken from her as war builds on the horizon. Every truth unraveled makes the world tremble beneath her feet. She never could've predicted what life beyond temple walls had waiting for her . . . And she certainly never expected that it would be two Illyrian warriors who would finally awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart.

In the shadowed depths of the Hewn City, where cruelty reigns and hope is forbidden, Nyraelle has spent her life in the dark - stealing, surviving, and sparking a rebellion that could shatter the Night Court from within. But revolution comes with a price. And hers arrives in the form of Azriel, the High Lord's shadowsinger, sent to hunt down the very threat she embodies. He doesn't know she's the one he's hunting. She doesn't know how long she can keep lying. Because every stolen touch, every whispered secret, every moment she spends in his arms pulls them closer to a truth that will force an impossible choice: love or loyalty. Freedom or surrender. In a city built on oppression, some truths burn everything they touch. ────────── enemies to lovers • she's the rebel (he's the spy) • forbidden romance • touch her and die • mutual pining • slow burn • so much tension • protective Azriel • soft for her only • a lot of yearning • political intrigue ────────── rankings: #1 acotar (01/2026) #1 sarahjmaas (01/2026) #3 fantasy-adventure (01/2026)

Just after Amarantha's fall, what if the guards had found a child being hidden away in the dungeons? An innocent little 4 year old girl with black curly hair, and violet eyes. What if Amarantha had been pregnant and hidden her away, as a ploy to control Rhysand. Rhys not only has to return home knowing that his mate is in love with another, but to learn how to be a father to a child he never knew existed. © All Rights Reserved. Feyre/Rhysand mating is coming - This is my first fanfiction so please remain patient, and feedback is very much appreciated!