Kore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, completely convinced that she'd been about to die. Yet, at the present, she realized that she felt no pain, even if the snow was covered in the identifiable scarlet color of blood. In fact, her hands and face and spine were decorated with the heavy drops of it. As Kore twisted her head, still too shocked to cry or mourn, she spotted the familiar ebony smoothness of her right wing. The sight of her untouched wings barreled so hard into her that she vomited on the blood-soaked snow. She wiped her mouth as she twisted. Kore gasped at the pain of her left ribs. She placed a soothing hand there in confusion, and looked up to witness the carnage before her. The sound of footsteps on the wet ground stole her divided attention. Kore glanced up at the male standing over her, his ebony black hair and dark blue eyes that were almost violet. Kore sucked in a breath at the realization of who - and what - he was. Aidoneus Rhysand, the High Lord of Night Court. Her mate.

✧*:.｡.𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖉𝖊 𝖔𝖘 𝖕𝖗𝖎𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖎𝖔𝖘 𝖆 𝖑𝖚𝖆 𝖊 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖔𝖒𝖇𝖗𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖆𝖒 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖉𝖔... sᴇʟᴇɴᴇ ᴀʀᴄʜᴇʀᴏɴ, ᴀ ғɪʟʜᴀ ᴍᴀɪs ɴᴏᴠᴀ ᴅᴏs ɢʀᴀᴏs-sᴇɴʜᴏʀᴇs ᴅᴀ ᴄᴏʀᴛᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴜʀɴᴀ, sᴇ ᴠᴇ ᴇᴍ ᴜᴍᴀ sɪᴛᴜᴀᴄᴀᴏ ǫᴜᴇ ᴠᴀɪ ᴍᴜᴅᴀʀ sᴜᴀ ᴠɪᴅᴀ. ᴇɴᴛʀᴇ ᴄᴏʀᴛᴇs ᴇ ɪɴᴛʀɪɢᴀs, ᴇʟᴀ ᴇɴᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴀ ᴜᴍ ɪᴍᴘʀᴏᴠᴀᴠᴇʟ, ᴘᴏʀᴇᴍ ᴅᴇsᴇᴊᴀᴅᴏ ᴘᴏʀᴛᴏ sᴇɢᴜʀᴏ, ɴᴀ ᴇsᴄᴜʀɪᴅᴀᴏ. "𝓔𝓾 𝓽𝓮 𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓮𝓳𝓮𝓲 𝓷𝓪 𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓭𝓪𝓸 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓸 𝓮 𝓶𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓲 𝓽𝓸𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓸𝓼 𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓼 𝓹𝓸𝓻 𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓸" ᴀᴢʀɪᴇʟ × ᴏᴄ ☬ ᴇssᴀ ᴇ ᴜᴍᴀ ғɪᴄ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴀᴅᴀ ɴᴀ sᴀɢᴀ ᴀᴄᴏᴛᴀʀ ᴅᴇ sᴊᴍ, ᴛᴏᴅᴏs ᴏs ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛᴏs ᴀ ᴀᴜᴛᴏʀᴀ ᴘᴇʟᴏ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴏ ᴇ ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀɢᴇɴs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀɪs, ᴘᴏʀᴇᴍ ᴇssᴇ ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴇ ɴᴏssᴏs ᴘᴇʀsᴏɴᴀɢᴇɴs ᴏʀɪɢɪɴᴀɪs ɴᴏs ᴘᴇʀᴛᴇɴᴄᴇᴍ ᴇ ɴᴀᴏ ᴀᴄᴇɪᴛᴀᴍᴏs ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴏ.

Vel, an Oracle older than Prythian itself, visits the Autumn Court at the request of its High Lord. While there she gets swept up in the court's political scheming, with Eris trying to win her favor using any means necessary. But all is not what it seems and her visit is cut short by a bloody betrayal. Now, alone and afraid she must escape Autumn and get back home. - Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he was actually going to slice her open. Vel decided she wasn't going to stick around to find out. In the blink of an eye, she squeezed her palm between the blade and her neck, scraping most of the skin off in the process, and with her other arm she elbowed Eris in the stomach as hard as she could. The dagger clattered to the floor slick with her blood and Eris released her, stumbling a few feet back. She turned back towards him, palms up. Blood was pouring down her left arm, dripping into her sleeve. He'd already produced another dagger from Mother knew where and was about to throw it at her face. "Wait. Eris. We want the same thing. We could work together if you would just trust me." Eris narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust you? Do you genuinely think I'm simple?" he hissed out the words, trying to keep his voice low. "You want me to trust you when all you've been doing since you got here has been sneaking around and spying on us."

For many years, Evren Bastile has been a notorious Human assassin, known for killing High Fae. She has been honing her skills for one High Fae in particular. The High Lord who murdered her parents. Beron Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court. When the opportunity arises, Evren crosses into the Courts of the Fae and makes her way to the Autumn Court, intent on taking revenge. However, she does not find the male she was looking for. Instead, she finds Eris Vanserra, son of Beron and High Lord of Autumn. Eris presents her with a choice that offers her both revenge and compensation. Should she choose to accept it, she may find herself in a world far more beautiful and ugly than she could ever have imagined. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place three years after A Court of Silver Flames. Most of the artwork used in this story was found on Pinterest. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with rape, self-harm, abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed July 10, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

A year has passed since Seren Marzena returned to the Night Court with her mate, Azriel. Their time of rest is coming to an end. Plans long kept silent are now being enacted. All across Prythian, threats are revealing themselves. The three Mortal Queens have returned and pledged their allegiance to Koschei, an ancient god who is determined to see Prythian crumble beneath him. Old allies are becoming new enemies as Koschei's influence spreads. He and the Queens must be defeated before they locate Prythian's most powerful artifacts. Time is running out for everyone. If the Courts cannot band together and summon their remaining allies in time, all will be lost. Seren isn't willing to see that happen, and she will do whatever she can to aid her family in their fight to save Prythian. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place two years after A Court of Silver Flames. Most of the artwork used in this story was found on Pinterest. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed June 22, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

Daemati are feared and coveted throughout Prythian. Seren Marzena is one of the few among their ranks. When her power is revealed to Beron Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court, he is quick to take advantage of her. Beron no longer trusts his eldest son, Eris, believing him to be allied with the Night Court. Beyond that, Beron seeks several dangerous artifacts that are protected by members of the Night Court. He seeks the Dread Trove and the swords created by Nesta Archeron. It is up to Seren to infiltrate the Night Court and learn all that Beron wishes to know. Her task will be harder than it seems. The members of the Night Court are not what she expected and a certain Shadowsinger is always close at hand. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story takes place after A Court of Silver Flames. ALSO: If you haven't read the ACOSF bonus chapter featuring Azriel, I recommend doing so before starting this story. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. I will not go into overly explicit detail with these topics. Completed on April 11, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

Born into the cut-throat Autumn Court, Eris Vanserra had been surrounded by monsters his entire life and spent most of his time scheming for the crown his cruel father still possessed. His world is thrown into chaos when an unexpected source gets to his father before he can. Astra was raised in the flourishing Night Court and had been gifted with powers from the stars. When she takes revenge on an ancient High Lord, she is forced to bear the explosive consequences. The Mother had a wicked sense of humor and blessed the two rivals with a mating bond. *Will contain spoilers for ACOSF (also available on Ao3)

Amélia Archeron sempre foi o orgulho dos seus pais. Filha dos grão-senhores da corte noturna, portando um poder fora do normal e com um coração que mal cabia em seu peito, ela recebia sorrisos aonde passava. Sua vida e a de todos da corte noturna estava em paz, e ela torcia para que continuasse assim. Não foi o que aconteceu. Quando o caldeirão é despertado, de repente, todos ficam alertas, ainda mais quando Nestha sente algo diferente vindo do caldeirão. Algo vivo. Uma reunião é marcada com os grão-senhores e juntos, decidem averiguar o que despertou o caldeirão, algo estava vindo, eles podiam sentir. Algo não...alguém. O que ninguém esperava, era encontrar o portador do poder que deu início a tudo que eles conheciam. E Amélia não esperava encontrar alguém que a fizesse questionar suas escolhas, mesmo as mais fáceis. Mas Aleksander não era o que esperavam, ou o que queriam. Frio, manipulador e sem coração, ele voltou para tomar o que lhe foi roubado há tanto tempo. Contra um inimigo que nunca imaginaram, o que Prythian fará? * Plágio é crime! * Não aceito adaptações!

The daughter of Autumn, born of fire and fury but made to be quiet, compliant, perfect. Her choices were never hers. Until him. Azriel, the Shadowsinger of the Night Court. Dangerous. Distant. Off-limits. For years, they were nothing more than heat in the dark, a quiet ache neither dared name. Until one night changed everything. When secrets bloom into something irreversible, she must decide what she's willing to risk to protect a life that was never supposed to exist. A story of a girl born to burn, and a boy made of shadows. He was her shadow. She was his fire. Together, they burned.

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