𝒐𝒐𝒐. ❙ 𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗬 𝗙𝗔𝗧𝗘︱❝𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘬𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.❞ 𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛... ━━━ Before the cauldron, before the mother, and before the courts of Prythian. . .there were the creators. The Creators were beings thought to be God's, but in actuality, they were dragons. Beings of scales, fire, and, of course, creation. Aerilyn Drakkarah, one of the last female dragons, was the Creator of Life. The embodiment, if you will, and the Queen of the Benevolent realm. Her soul-bonded lover, Velaerion Velkaeryn, was the Creator of Death, and Malevolent ruler. He oversaw the dead from not just this world but the otherworlds, too. Their souls were forged to be one. They were two halves of a whole until they weren't. Until the Mad King appeared. The Mad King was obsessed with having the power to bend life and death to his will. But he knew he would not be able to kill the Creators. So he did something much worse. He separated them. During the war between the Creators and the Mad King, Aerilyn was thrown into a prison world, bestowed upon her by the cauldron. An item she herself helped to make. Devasted by the betrayal, she didn't see it coming when her lover was thrown into one of the otherworlds. A place he, too, would be imprisoned for the next one thousand years. It isn't until a certain red-head takes over what is now known as Prythian that Aerilyn is set free. And is met with a very hungry looking nineteen year old who also just happens to be another one of her soul bonded.

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

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

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

She became a nurse to save lives, but forgot her own in the process. Clinging to a fading dream, she moves through blood and sirens with soft hands and a cracking heart. Then came Rhysand. Too sharp, too poised, too dangerous. He watches her like she's a secret only he knows. He shouldn't care. But he does. What begins as a quiet obsession blooms into something electric. Loving him means stepping into the dark and realising it feels like home. Is he the ruin of her, or her only way out? A story of a girl raised to heal, and a man who only knew how to destroy-until her.

When in doubt, look at the stars. Rhysand X OC An ACOTAR fanfic. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas except for my OC.

She's all sunshine, sass, and golden retriever energy. He's strategy, long-suffering patience and black cat energy. She talks enough for the both of them-he listens like she's the only sound in the world. A series of stolen bites, impulsive favours, loud declarations (and louder denials), uphill treks filled with endless chatter, and rooftop silences where love speaks louder than words. A female who refuses to slow down, and the male who never asks her to. Just... matches her pace, in his own way. A love that looks a lot like chaos-and feels a lot like home. He is night incarnate. And still, she is his daylight.

She was a weapon no one knew how to use safely-not even herself. Born with the power to manipulate and amplify emotion, she could inspire love, spark loyalty, and summon rage. But the more she fed, the more it hollowed her out. What began as a gift became a curse, pulling her into a spiral of addiction, desire, and destruction. A path marked by every sin the heart can bear. Pride, gluttony, wrath, sloth, envy, greed, lust... she lived them all, wore them like a second skin, until there was nothing left but the ruin she became. Azriel saw it all-the damage, the danger, the brilliance buried beneath. And still, he stayed. She thought she was made to destroy. He knew she was made to feel. And he would wait forever to be the one she finally let in.

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.

A story for those who wish Azriel more than shadows and silence-for those who long to see him find something real, something that feels like home.