Azriel had mastered the shadows a long time ago, bent them to his will and taught them to obey his every command. It all changed one night though, when they began screaming at him. "She's coming," the shadows screamed so loudly it nearly broke Azriel's brain. The only problem was he had no idea who "she" was. - Cover by @courtofsxra

Sequel to Shadows Whisper! Cover by @courtofsxra !!

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.

In a world overrun by the dead, she survives by staying alone-until a chance encounter with a wounded child and the broken men protecting him changes everything. What begins as reluctant trust slowly becomes something more, a found family, a purpose, and a quiet love that grows in the shadows of ruin. But the past always lingers, and healing in the apocalypse isn't easy. A story of survival, of healing, and of learning to choose life-even when the world has ended.

Rhysand's sister-the little star of the Night Court. Beloved. Brilliant. Until Rhys went Under the Mountain... and she stopped burning. Bit by bit, she let herself be reduced, forgetting how to shine. Believing love meant pain, and healing was for other people. But Azriel? He sees all of it. Always has, always will. And all he wants is for her to let him love her. A story of a girl who lost herself, and the male who would burn the world to bring her back. Of the family who never stopped loving her, and the Shadowsinger who would wait a thousand years more if she asked.

Azriel, the Shadowsinger. Silent. Steady. Made of secrets and scars. His mate, bright, fierce, and full of fire, strong enough to love every piece of him. What began with kisses and quiet promises became something far more sacred-parenthood. From first cries to sleepless nights, tantrums laced with magic and lullabies whispered in the dark-they learn, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his son. A story of shadows and lullabies, of fatherhood and healing, of a warrior learning he was never too broken to be soft. He was their shadow. They were his light.

She was Winter's frost-untouchable, unfeeling, unbreakable. He was Night's shadow-quiet, patient, and far too curious. When she catches the Shadowsinger slipping through her court, neither expects the spark that follows. Duty should have kept them apart, but fate has a cruel sense of humour. He is shadows and quiet devotion; she is ice and old scars. Yet the more their paths entwine, the thinner the line between warmth and ruin becomes. Because when Azriel looks at her, he doesn't see the cold everyone else fears, he sees the fire she's trying to bury. And when warmth finally finds her again, it looks a lot like him. Even fallen things can fly.

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.

A bond forged in shadows and sunlight-she's the warmth he never thought he deserved, and he's the darkness that makes her shine brighter. From lacy secrets in bustling markets to whispered confessions in the quiet after battle, their love weaves through laughter, longing, and the fragile beauty of trust. It's a dance of quiet devotion and aching tenderness-a love so deep that even his shadows soften around her. A soft female with fire in her heart, and the Illyrian warrior who'd burn the world just to see her smile-together, they are light meeting darkness, and everything in between.

** 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]