Azriel couldn't believe his eyes, after 500 years of misery and jealousy he finally felt the mating bond snap. To a human girl who is overwhelmed by the situation but is willing to get to know him. Everything he had always wanted is so close for him to reach but one wrong decision, one hasty move and the delicate bubble they life in burst and they will be lost forever. Forever ... A constant worry in his mind. She was human. How long could their forever last? Lizzy struggles with herself, mirrors something she avoids at all costs, the touch of people sending her into a panic attack. And then she meets a dark haired stranger and she can't keep away, magically being pulled to him, she tries to open up and finds a world full of wonders she never dared to dream about. Part 2 of my A Court of Love And Eternity Series Part 1: Autumn Burn

ᴀᴄᴏᴛᴀʀ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ✮ ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ x ᴏᴄ complete! sequel 'A Court of Faith and Flame' now posted. ____________________________ The King of Hybern is dead -- and the Heir has been awakened. Fallon has rested in five hundred years of wait, armed and aided for this very moment. Slay the Heir. Sacrifice herself to save Prythian. With a history so drenched in blood, it seems to be the only thing left for her anyway. Assassin. Murderer. Monster. She's living on borrowed time. The Cauldron, however, has other fates in play. As the Inner Circle joins forces with one of the most lethal killers of Prythian's long history, they are thrust into a journey up against all odds -- because saving her is not an option, but an absolute necessity. One the Shadowsinger will see to personally, even if it means giving his last breath in trade for what he holds most dear. Her. ____________________________ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴏᴡᴀʀ. chapters marked 'm' indicate mature content ahead. chapters marked 'b' are bonus content. still canon to the fic, but not necessarily needed to understand the story.

In the shadowed depths of the Hewn City, where cruelty rules and hope is forbidden, Nyraelle sparks a rebellion that could shatter the Night Court from within. She is fire in the dark, unyielding against the chains of fear - until Azriel, the High Lord's shadowsinger, is sent to silence her. But when duty collides with desire, enemies blur into something far more dangerous. Every step closer to each other threatens not only their loyalties, but the fragile line between survival and surrender. "You want to kiss me?" she asked, and Azriel wondered if she truly had no notion of the power she held over him. Still, he admitted, his voice rough with need: "I want to kiss you so desperately that I don't think I've ever wanted anything so much in my entire life."

April is the daughter of Tamlin and the heir of the Spring Court. She knows her father has a bad history with the Night Court, but the version of events her dad has told her is a twisted story, which strays far from the actual truth. It had been drilled into her since birth to never trust any fae from the Night Court. She has been having dreams of the same pair of blue eyes. Every night without fail, she has dreamed of these eyes. At the Great Rite, she meets the owner of these eyes, Nyx, the heir of the Night Court, son of her dad's greatest rivals, and the ones she had been told about. She had been taught to never trust any fae from the Night Court, but she is drawn to Nyx. She can't stay away from him, and he can't stay away from her. He teaches her the truth of what actually happened during the war, and she realises that her dad's stories have all been lies. She realises the family she had grown up with, isn't all that it seemed to be.

A star falls into the Autumn Court and everyone is stunned to discover that the star is in the form of a beautiful woman with swirling silver marks. Eris is devastated to discover that Beron is torturing her for the healing properties her blood contains and flees with her to the Summer Court. He's stunned to discover that she is his mate. Even more shocking is when it's discovered that Azriel is her mate as well and she is more than just a simple fallen star. She's a celestial and Eris and Azriel are her guardians. How will they navigate both being her mate and answer the threat of Hybern who has promised war if Star is not delivered to him? Read on to find out. Disclaimer - this is fanfiction and all rights for the original material belong to Sarah J Maas. I only own my original characters, dialogue and plot.

"You taste like wine," she whispered, her voice playful but soft, her lips still close to mine. I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're not so innocent yourself." -- Aureva, a human baker, leads a quiet life in her small village, content in the simplicity of her daily routine. But lately, whispers have begun to reach her ears-rumors of powerful, evil fae stirring in the shadows, bringing unease to the edges of her peaceful world. Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court, is no stranger to darkness. As spymaster, he has spent centuries gathering secrets and slipping through shadows, always one step ahead of danger. Yet now, something stirs in Hybern, a darkness even his shadows struggle to comprehend. In the heart of Hybern, a new power is rising, one that threatens the delicate equilibrium between worlds. Aureva finds herself caught in the center of this turmoil, unwittingly linked to the forces at play. As her path crosses with Azriel's, they become entangled in a web of secrets and shadows, forced to confront what lies beneath the surface of their worlds-and each other. azriel x Oc

The Spring Court sounds like a place of beauty and peace, but it hides an ugly secret. The night Tamlin and Rhysand became High Lords, the Spring Court lost more than just it's leader. Dove, Tamlin's younger sister, disappeared and hasn't been heard from since. When the Night Court and Feyre liberate the souls from Under the Mountain, a very special woman is found far below the throne room. 300 years prior, Dove and Azriel work to try and find the answer to Dove's lifelong question, why can she commune with the Mother? Relationships and long held beliefs are tested as their journey progresses. Smutty! Spicy! Mature Audiences! TW: SA *takes place after the events of A Court of Mist and Fury. Events will not be book timeline accurate. Premise is not favourable to Tamlin.* All characters (other than my OC) belong to Sarah J Maas.

Azriel's Sister x Nesta ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ After almost 50 years, Astraea Mae Madden is finally reunited with her adoptive brother. She assists Rhys in adjusting to life in the Night Court as they collectively strategize for the impending war. In her efforts to support those around her, Astraea often finds herself trying to reach out to Nesta Archeron, who remains skeptical and defensive. As Nesta confronts her feelings of anger and helplessness, it becomes evident to Astraea that her tough facade hides profound vulnerability. Both women gradually begin to understand each other's struggles, forging a bond rooted in shared experiences of trauma and resilience. When a tragedy resurfaces trauma that Astraea believed she had overcome, she finds herself needing to start her recovery over. With support from Nesta, the Valkyries, and a young girl, Astraea regains her confidence and her life back. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ACOMAF-ACOSF ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Feyre Archeron and her best friend had been inseparable since childhood. Bound by trust and loyalty, they were each other's safe haven in times of need. But even the strongest bonds can fracture. When one of them is backed into a corner scared, desperate, and fighting for her life everything they built begins to unravel. It only takes one lie to spark a thousand questions about what happened to the once unbreakable pair. "What's your name, love?" "Sage Damaris." ___________________ Warning ⚠️ Spoilers: Starts at ACOMAF -strong language - I don't own ACOTAR or any of the characters. All character rights goes to Sarah J. Maas (Except any Oc(s))

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.