・❥・ She thought maybe she was okay with being wicked. That she was so angry, so desperately, bitterly livid. She thought perhaps there were pieces of this world that deserved her wrath. Her wickedness. Some souls who deserved to be snuffed out. ・❥・ Cirsei Silvaeus had run away from home. A "home" that was much more akin to a prison, a crypt within which she would waste away to nothing. Cirsei's father, Valentine, had been keeping her under his thumb ever since the death of her mother. Regarding her as little more than an object, a piece of property which could turn him a profit, he subjected her to wretched, unspeakable cruelty. Her escape had been impulsive, fueled by the desperation harbored only by those who were fighting for their lives. She does not make it very far before crashing into an Illyrian general who, to her dismay, pulls her into his world. Surrounded by new faces, a new city, and a new sense of uncertainty about her future, Cirsei feels she has traded one prison for another. She will come to learn that this could not be further from the truth - but this lesson is not without its growing pains. Takes place shortly before Under the Mountain. OC x Bat Boys x ??? #1 in acourtofthornsandroses #1 in rhysand

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

COMPLETED. The war for the freedom of humans was a long, treacherous era for Prythian. But the aftermath, when Courts attempted to rebuild within their newly drawn lines, proved to be just as uncharted and dangerous. Courts that had fought on opposite sides of the war found themselves at odds, and powerful offspring began to lay claim to their parent's thrones. As such, a new alliance is formed between the young half Fae half Illyrian High Lord of the Night Court, and Helion, High Lord of the Day court. It is through this alliance that Helion's bastard daughter, Elora, meets Azriel, the High Lord of the Night Court's Shadowsinger. Azriel was infamous, and feared by all who beheld him. But not Elora, as she found that perhaps they were not so unlike.

.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 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.

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

Jasmine Archeron loved her sisters- half sisters. Although she shared a father with Feyre, Nesta and Elaine she was different. Her mother's heritage caused prejudice and distance between her family. She never felt accepted or complete until she met Feyre's new friends from Prythian. Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel. This story contains a Reverse Harem plot line.

Cunning, snarky, and unstoppable, the youngest Vanserra daughter tangles with danger, her ruthless father, and three irresistible rivals-Rhysand, Azriel, and Cassian. Banter sparks desire, rivalries burn hotter, and every reckless encounter tests her wit, her fire, and her heart because breaking the rules is her speciality. In a world of mafia intrigue, forbidden passion, and high-stakes games, she's no one's pawn but she might just claim them all.

They were never supposed to work. The spymaster of Night. The heir who swore he'd never be like his father. The High Lady of Autumn. Bound by a rare mating bond, entangled in politics, duty, and desire. Together, they were something sacred. Something secret. Until unrest in the Autumn Court begins to rot everything they've built. Whispers become threats. Loyalty fractures. And love-real, messy, consuming love-might not be enough to hold them together. A story of power, sacrifice, and the kind of love that refuses to be quiet. Of three souls fighting not just for a court but for each other.

"𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐔𝐏," 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃; 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐙𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒. 𝙄𝙉 𝙒𝙃𝙄𝘾𝙃 the youngest archeron was born with her soul bathed in starlight. 𝐀𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘹 𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 of 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 series

"I see why you are so obsessed with having Tamlin love you now. Quite amusing and unexpected - out of all the things I was expecting...this wasn't even on the list." ACOTAR - {A Court of Thorns and Roses - A Court of Wings and Ruin} I do not own ACOTAR, I only own my OC's and everything to do with them and their backstories.