She crossed the Parapet. Her sister didn't. Now Beatrix Voss is quiet, lethal, and untouchable-by design. The last person who knew her died screaming her name. But two cousins see through the silence. One challenges her. One understands her. At Basgiath, being seen is dangerous- & Beatrix Voss is about to be impossible to ignore.

Arissa's fate after she came to live among the Na'vi. Three weeks have passed since the young hybrid arrived in the village of Metkayina. And from then on, Arissa got used to life among the seafaring Na'vi, especially after discovering that her biological family lived in the village, and she had no idea about it. But that doesn't mean she forgot about the person she considered her family. Colonel Miles Quaritch, however, did not forget about this little hybrid whom he had come to consider... his daughter..

Arissa is a 7-years-old na'vi who has lived alone in andora jungle for the past 3 years after the death of her father, growing up among the animals of Pandora. Arissa is very different from the normal na'vi, not only is she a mixture of all na'vi types, but she also has white hair, light purple eyes, and her skin is a shade of light blue, which becomes darker on the arms and legs. She could also control the animals and vegetation of Pandora. She lived alone in the jungle until she was captured by the RDA and forced to live in Bridgehead City as a research subject. She lived this way for a year, learning English and how to live among humans. Until a person in a Na'vi body arrived on Pandora. His name was Miles Quaritch.

''I don't deserve you or him bro'' Rhys said '' Rhys it was never your fault baby, you gotta let it go, you know that little boy loves you like his father and I love you too baby'' Kamari said rubbing her soft palms upon Rhys tear stained cheeks This was the first time she saw a man willingly shedding tears

(This story takes place after a Court of Silver flames) After Amarantha and Hybern fell, Prythian did not heal. It fractured. Hope was a fragile thing-until the most carefully guarded secret of Prythian returned. The lost heir, hidden in a pocket realm for her own safety for over 50 years, the heir to the Winter Court. The first High Lady that exists in Prythian, but not only is she of Winter, but of another Court. The last living heir of the lost kingdom of the Dusk Court. The lost bloodline lives within her. Her return sends shockwaves through the courts, turning her into a prize, a threat, and a target. She did not come back for power or a throne-she came back for her people. For the children. For the broken and the forgotten. She never meant to fall in love. But the Cauldron does not ask permission. Bound to the most lethal male in Prythian-the Shadowsinger of the Night Court-her fate becomes entangled with a darkness that mirrors her own. Together, they will either remake Prythian... Or burn it to the ground.

Rhysand, the High Lord of the Night Court. Power and starlight. Made of dreams and devotion. His mate, strong and radiant, the only one who could match him heart for heart. What began with a wish and a bond became something far greater-family. From labour beneath a sky of falling stars to sleepless nights, first words, magical mishaps, and tiny hands clutching his own-they grow, they stumble, they love. He thought he knew what love was. Then he held his daughter. A story of stars and lullabies, of magic and parenthood, of a warrior learning the bravest thing he could be was gentle. He was their sky. They were his stars.

"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

The daughter of two War survivors. Sapphire, known as Fia, is one of a kind. Her father is an Illyrian and her mother is a Seraphim/High Fae half-breed. Which makes her a "Triple Fae". Or so everyone thinks. Follow Fia as she's reunited with her long time best friend Mor after Amarantha's downfall. Her friends with benefits to lovers story with Azriel. And learning about her past and untapped powers. ♧Set after ACOTAR and during ACOMAF (might continue to ACOSF/HOFAS if it does well) □I only own the characters I've created, everything else goes to the author Sarah J Maas ☆Bit of a slow burn for the first five or so chapters, but it does contain certain smutty scenes - you have been warned. ◇Updated weekly - hopefully. ♡Defintly contains mature content. ☆Please share, comment and vote - this helps me to know who is actually reading and helps me to move forward instead of just abandoning a partly made story. Copyright ©2025 JazIona NO TRANSLATIONS ALOUD

"You can run, little bunny... but you'll only end up on your knees." Olivia King never should have taken the job. Working for Xavier Laurent-ruthless billionaire, art dealer, and predator wrapped in silk-was a mistake. He doesn't ask. He takes. He doesn't love. He claims. And Olivia? She should run. But she won't. Because nothing feels more like home than his darkness consuming her, owning her. Then there's Liam-Xavier's enforcer, all sharp grins and barely restrained violence. The only man who sees through her. Who knows she doesn't want to escape the game- She wants to play. She loves being hunted. Being caught. Being owned. But power has a price, and when blood is spilled in her name, Olivia must decide-will she run from the monsters... or become one? A dark, filthy descent into obsession, power, and sin. A sinful, twisted billionaire romance dripping with dark fantasy, power, and submission. This is not a love story-this is an obsession. ‼️ Mature Content Warning ‼️ Graphic depictions of sexuality, violence, gore and adult situations! Please be aware that it is intended for mature audiences only. Not appropriate for individuals under the age of 18.

Death did not make Seraphina Melgren softer. It made her done. She wakes from a blade to the throat into a world that expects gratitude. Obedience. Silence. A neat return to the roles she was supposed to play before she died. She refuses all of it. The venin are still out there. The leadership is still lying. And the men who once thought they could protect her-or control her-are learning a brutal truth: Seraphina Melgren is no longer asking permission. Kael Riorson's charm doesn't reach her anymore. His flirting earns him nothing but cold looks and sharper words. Whatever died in her on that battlefield didn't come back with her heartbeat, and she has no intention of pretending otherwise. She doesn't need comfort. She doesn't need approval. And she certainly doesn't need saving. She has power that terrifies even the dragons. Power that once killed a rider and their dragon-and now answers only to her. And if the world wants to keep its secrets, it should have killed her properly the first time. Because Seraphina Melgren came back wrong. And she's done being played by anyone who thinks love, loyalty, or fear can make her bend.