Wind wielders were extinct, as rare as shadow singers, and hunted into extinction millennia ago. Except for one. Zara Aphelion was living a double life, cast in the shadow of her own legend. Forced to hide her lineage and abilities, Zara struggles to navigate the beginnings of the second war, and to shoulder the burdens of the secrets she's forced to keep for the Dawn Court. But when a certain shadow singer discovers her secrets and forces them out into the open, everything goes to hell, and Zara is thrust down a past she could never have prepared herself for All rights go to Sarah j Mass, except for Zara and her storyline

** 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]

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.

Isarella, the daughter of Thesan, High Lord of the Dawn Court, endured horrors that shattered her spirit and left her scarred in body and soul. Trapped Under the Mountain alongside Rhysand, Isarella's unique gifts became both her salvation and her curse. As a healer with power inherited from her father, she was forced to mend the broken bodies of her captors and victims alike. But beneath her quiet demeanor lay a secret ability: the power to command light itself. With a snap of her fingers, she could extinguish the stars or bring radiant dawn to the darkest of nights-a power she kept hidden, knowing it could bring devastation if wielded recklessly. When Feyre arrived Under the Mountain to free her love, Tamlin, Isarella became an unwilling witness to Feyre's trials. Bound in scraps of clothing and forced to stand alongside Rhysand, she watched Feyre fight against the impossible. And when Feyre solved Amarantha's riddle only to have her life cruelly snuffed out, Isarella made a choice that would change her fate forever. Joining the High Lords, she granted Feyre a fragment of her light, weaving her own power into Feyre's rebirth. Years later, as the war with Hybern looms, Isarella is forced to face the nightmares of her past once more. Reuniting with Rhysand and his Court brings buried trauma to the surface, but it also brings unexpected connections. When Isarella crosses paths with Azriel, the Shadowsinger, her light collides with his shadows in a way that neither of them can deny. Drawn to one another, they uncover secrets that could change the course of the war-and their lives. As Hybern's armies threaten Prythian, Isarella must embrace the full extent of her powers, even if it means confronting the ghosts of her captivity and the pain of standing beside Rhysand once more. Will her light be enough to banish the shadows of her past? Or will her fractured heart and the darkness she once endured consume her entirely? ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO SJM

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.