Thia was born of darkness and power-daughter of Amarantha, the self-proclaimed Queen of Prythian, and Rhysand, the most powerful High Lord the realm has ever known. Now, Thia must carve her own path through a court steeped in chaos, secrets, and shadows. But survival means more than enduring her mother's cruel legacy-it means choosing who she will become in a world that already decided what she should be. -Disclaimer: I do not own rights to ACOTAR, all rights belong to Sarah J Maas.

With the war against Hybern on their doorstep, the Night Court is desperate for allies that can help to turn the tide. While Feyre hunts down monsters to join the fight, Azriel's mission is simple: find the Soul Stealer. The only problem is, the Soul Stealer hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. Raven is the bastard daughter of the previous High Lord of the Winter Court. She possesses a power so rare, that whoever doesn't want her dead, wants to use her as a weapon. She is the Soul Stealer many believe to be myth, in hiding for hundreds of years. Her terrifying power allows her to rip souls right out of bodies, something she refuses to do unless absolutely necessary. Raven has been in hiding for hundreds of years for her own protection, but when a handsome Shadow Singer crosses her path asking for help, will she abandon everything she believes in and risk her own life to unleash her terrifying power? ACOTAR Fanfiction. Set during the events of A Court of Wings and Ruin. Ranking History: #1 Azriel #1 Shadowsinger #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOWAR #1 ACOMAF

Azriel broke as he saw the girl he loved staining her face with tears. He whipped her tears away, wanting nothing more to drawn with her so she would never feel alone again. His shadows echoed her pain and he finally knew what it meant to feel someone's pain as if it were your own.

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

TW: this book will deal with triggering topics. If you are easily triggered this is not the story for you, thanks. (Book one in the Starlight series) ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Danika Archeron was born in the shadows. Always looking over her shoulder when her family wasn't looking. She was their protector even if they didn't know it. She had been training as an assassin and warrior since she was eight years old, and yet her family had never suspected a thing. What will Danika do when she's spirited away to Prythian with her little sister, surrounded by the creatures she'd been training to kill for as long as she could remember? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── I cut him off my smile unfaltering, "Think before you speak, the last male who didn't lost more than just his tongue." I know both High Fae caught the wording of male, instead of man when their eyebrows rose a fraction of an inch. "Is that a threat?" Hissy asked. "No," I replied, "It's advice." ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── (Also!! just an FYI Danika is largely inspired by Manon Blackbeak, so that's why I used some of her fanart and such. I also might include some of Manon's abilities like her nails, cause I feel like that would be fun. ) ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── ACOTAR fanfic- OC x Rhysand This book will finish ACOTAR and the next book will be ACOMAF ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── DISCLAIMER: All characters go to Sarah J. Maas, aside from my OC's And lastly! I have a tiktok acc for this book and other stuff so if you want more stuff like this my user is: @urwritergurl_wp ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Clare Beddor died screaming under the hands of the Fae. Her sister rose from the ashes determined to make them pay. Celeste Beddor entered Prythian as a human. She returned from the Cauldron as something else- something ancient, something burning, something the Fae were never meant to survive. A phoenix. Hidden in Velaris as a quiet refugee, Celeste waits. Watches. Learns every weakness the Night Court thinks it doesn't have. The day she finally strikes, the world burns. Feyre almost dies. Rhys is seconds from ash. And the two Illyrian warriors who leap between Celeste's fire and their High Lady feel something impossible snap into place. A mate bond. With the woman trying to kill them. Celeste is captured, but she does not break. She laughs in Rhysand's face when he questions her. Because she knows something he doesn't. "You think I'm the only one coming for you?" A new enemy rises beyond the horizon-older than the Cauldron itself. And the only creature powerful enough to stop it is the girl Rhysand should have killed... ...if killing her didn't mean losing Cassian and Azriel forever. Enemies. Lovers. Mates. And a vengeance bright enough to burn the world.

❝𝘛𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯.❞ ❝𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.❞ ❝𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.❞ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 a star finds her soul burning brighter than it ever has once she meets him... 𝐗𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 ↳ 𝐀 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ( 𝐀 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ) 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝘹𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!𝘰𝘤 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈 ~ ✓ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈 ~ ✓ 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐈𝐈 ~ ✧ 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 . . . 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐕 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐈 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐈𝐗 ~ ✗ 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐗 ~ 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒 ~ ✗ 𝘵𝘣𝘢

Long ago, there was a Kingdom that bloomed with laughter, Eranie, that was now long since burned to ash, there was a small demon princess, who watch the home she loved very much been taken away from her. With war hot onto their heels, she's all they need. Azrielxoc Firstly this was RowanxOc, that's why few first chapters are based on TOG series.

Nascida sob o peso de dois legados impossíveis - um de trevas, outro de estrelas - Aerith Raventhorn cresceu em segredo, longe dos olhos que poderiam temê-la... ou destruí-la. Filha da temida rainha Amarantha e do poderoso Rhysand, Alto Lorde da Corte Noturna, Aerith nunca soube o que era ser inteiramente amada. Criada para reinar com punhos de ferro e alma de sombra, ela aprendeu a mascarar sua doçura com garras afiadas. Mas quando as barreiras que a mantinham escondida se rompem, Aerith é lançada a um mundo que não conhece - e que talvez não esteja pronto para ela. Agora, com os antigos inimigos da mãe espreitando nas sombras, e o Círculo Íntimo desconfiando de sua presença, Aerith deve descobrir quem ela é... e quem ela está destinada a ser. Mas o destino tem planos maiores - e mais cruéis. Principalmente quando o laço de parceiro começa a brilhar nos olhos de Azriel, o sombrio mestre espião da Corte Noturna, marcado por cicatrizes, segredos... e pela possibilidade de redenção. *Ela é o eco de um passado perigoso. *Ele, a promessa de um futuro impossível. *E juntos, podem reacender a guerra - ou salvar o mundo das sombras.

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.