** 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 never born to the Night Court. She was left on its doorstep. Named. Loved. Raised as one of their own. She died protecting the only family she had ever known. Prythian mourned her. Death did not. When the King of Hybern forced the Cauldron open, it reached beyond life itself and returned what should have remained buried. But the Cauldron made one terrible mistake. It did not resurrect a High Fae. It awakened Death's daughter. The dead whisper her name. Graves do not stay silent in her presence. Souls refuse to cross while she is near. The magic inside her is older than the Cauldron. Older than Prythian. Older than the gods the world has forgotten. She is not meant to exist. And something ancient has begun calling its child home. As two Illyrian warriors feel an impossible bond awaken, the Night Court must face the truth- Nova did not come back wrong. She came back as she was always meant to be. Death's daughter. (cassian x fem!oc x azriel) ↳ slow burn

[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]