** 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** The fires have gone out-but the smoke still clings. The Autumn Court lies in ruin after Beron's fall, its forests choked by ash and old magic. Eris Vanserra now wears the crown he spent centuries surviving to earn, but every breath tastes of smoke and memory. His people fear him, his brothers despise him, and the land itself rejects his rule. When the Dawn Court sends Kallista Talfryn, a life-healer whose touch can coax the earth back to bloom, Eris expects condescension-he finds defiance instead. Barefoot, blunt, and utterly unimpressed by power, Kallista sees through every mask he forged to survive. Her presence soothes the poisoned soil ... and unsettles the High Lord who guards it. Together they must cleanse the rot Beron left behind, yet the deeper they dig, the more truth burns through the smoke. In a court built on lies, trust is the most dangerous magic of all-and sweetness, once tasted, is impossible to forget. A slow-burn romance of redemption and renewal in the world of Prythian-where even in the ruins, something golden still grows. Author's Note: A Court of Smoke and Honey takes place after the events of my first story, A Court of Light and Shadows. While it can be read as a standalone, readers familiar with Evanora and Azriel's journey will recognize the aftermath that shapes Eris's rise - and the world left smoldering in its wake.

Nova was not born of Night. She was taken in, named, and loved anyway. Raised beside Rhysand, she learned early that love was something you protected with your body, even when it cost you everything. When the Night Court was ambushed, Nova did not flee. She stood between her mother and death - and died screaming, power burning too bright, too wrong, too late. Prythian buried her. The Cauldron did not. When the King of Hybern forces the Cauldron open to Make Nesta and Elain, it reaches beyond the present. Beyond intention. It drags something back that should have remained dead. Nova returns altered. Her memories are fractured. Her power presses against reality itself - crushing, radiant, unstable. The girl who once ran toward danger now exists as something the world struggles to contain. And the Night Court must reckon with its greatest failure. Two Illyrian warriors feel her return like a blade under the skin. Not destiny. Not mercy. A bond born of survival, sharpened by loss. Nova died once trying to save the people she loved. This time, Prythian may not survive her. ( cassian x fem!oc x azriel ) ↳ slowburn

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

[Complete] Grieving the loss of her father, Luna Quinn has spent the last years of her twenties hiding in her fantasy novels. When her college roommate demands she go out to celebrate her 30th birthday, she agrees, vowing to make her thirties better, and when a drunken request to be kidnapped by a Fae King ends with her whisked away to Faerie, she decides there's no harm in indulging in the fantasy. Who could say no to the handsome, golden king, Lorcan, and even though he's rude and annoying, she can't stop wondering what it would be like to kiss the king's sinfully handsome, dark haired younger brother, Calix . But it isn't long before she discovers that beneath the fantasy is something very dark, and the dangers of Faerie are very, very real.

Stranded in the human realm once again, Luna is determined to uncover the truth about her past while racing to save her future-and return to her mate, Calix. As she delves deeper into the mystery of her origins, Luna uncovers shocking revelations that shake her to her core, forcing her to question everything she thought she knew about herself and her childhood. But when she discovers that Calix is in grave danger, Luna must push aside her pain and doubts, embracing her newfound powers as a Fae to save him before it's too late.

[Book 2 Complete] After a devastating betrayal, Luna is thrust back into the human realm, questioning her sanity But... If her time in Faerie wasn't real, why was her heart shattered, and why was her health failing more and more each day? With no other choice, she embarks on a dangerous journey to return to Faerie, the realm she once knew as a haven of magic and wonder. But when she arrives, Faerie is not the place of beauty and enchantment she remembers. The Summer Court is in ruins, consumed by a new evil, and her allies have become her enemies. As Luna delves deeper into the heart of the darkness threatening Faerie, she uncovers a hidden secret from her past-one that could hold the key to saving everything. But with enemies both new and old closing in, Luna must confront her fears, unlock the truth about her own power, and make impossible choices to protect both worlds from destruction. The fate of Faerie-and her own survival-rests on Luna's shoulders, but will the truth be enough to save them all, or will it tear everything apart?

** 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]