She didn't ask to be dragged into this world. She didn't ask to become something more than what she already is. And she certainly didn't ask for him. But some fates don't wait to be chosen. Some truths refuse to stay buried. And in a land built on ancient power and older lies, even a whisper can become a war cry. ****************** Cassian x OC This story comes after ACOSF All events and characters intact, except Cassian and Nesta are not together.

A Monster. That's what they'd always called her. Sasha wasn't delusional enough to think they were wrong. Made of shadow and suffering, raised in cold and cruelty, she was every inch the monster the world feared her to be. She tried not to hate herself for it, for the way this world had forced her to be. Maybe she did not deserve this life she'd been given, the life that had been forced on her, but she'd been through too much to give it up now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ACOTAR oc insert Multiple(?) romances Plot centred Started : 7/10/24 ACOMAF finished : 12/6/25 ACOWAR finished : ... ACOFAS finished : ... ACOSF finished : ... Idk how well this will do but the hyperfixation will consume my soul if I don't get this out my system :)

An Azriel Fanfiction. (Azriel × OC) Daggerheart should have always remained in the dark - the shadow you see out of the corner of your eye - gone before you know if it was a human, an animal or a monster. She was that whisper you hear in the dead of the night that makes you go rigid and hide in the dark. When the war with Hybern ended and fae decided to infest the human realm with spies and messengers, the underworld was in an uproar. They needed to send a message - Even with the Mortal Queens gone, the humans were not left untamed and unsupervised. They had an overseer - An uncrowned Queen. And she would not allow her lands to be once again controlled by fae lords who had tortured and brutalized their people just five hundred years ago. Her message was clear - Leave or pay with your lives.

Wind wielders were extinct, as rare as shadow singers, and hunted into extinction millennia ago. Except for one. Zara Aphelion was living a double life, cast in the shadow of her own legend. Forced to hide her lineage and abilities, Zara struggles to navigate the beginnings of the second war, and to shoulder the burdens of the secrets she's forced to keep for the Dawn Court. But when a certain shadow singer discovers her secrets and forces them out into the open, everything goes to hell, and Zara is thrust down a past she could never have prepared herself for All rights go to Sarah j Mass, except for Zara and her storyline

Selene was never meant to be part of this world. She had once been a medical student, living an ordinary life filled with textbooks, late-night study sessions, and the quiet certainty that magic was nothing more than fiction. Then, she woke up in a world ruled by monsters. For twenty-five years, she has survived on the outskirts of a human village, healing where she can, hiding where she must. She knows little of the High Fae, their courts, or their treacherous games. She knows only whispers-of a wicked queen named Amarantha, of a war that shattered kingdoms, of a High Lord with violet eyes and a smirk sharper than a blade. But when a raid on her village drags her Under the Mountain, Selene is thrust into a world of cruelty and deceit. Powerless and human, she should have been nothing more than another disposable servant. Instead, she catches the eye of Rhysand, Amarantha's right hand. To the world, he is a monster. A traitor. A willing pet in the queen's twisted court. But Selene has seen him at his most powerful. And now, she has seen him at his most broken. Forced into servitude, trapped in a palace where humans do not last long, Selene must navigate the deadly politics of a court built on suffering. But as she uncovers the truth hidden beneath Rhysand's carefully crafted mask, she begins to question everything she thought she knew-about this world, about him, and about the war that looms on the horizon. Because it was not fate brought her here. She was the obstacle to his fate. And fate is watching. all rights reserved to the original author

She's all sunshine, sass, and golden retriever energy. He's strategy, long-suffering patience and black cat energy. She talks enough for the both of them-he listens like she's the only sound in the world. A series of stolen bites, impulsive favours, loud declarations (and louder denials), uphill treks filled with endless chatter, and rooftop silences where love speaks louder than words. A female who refuses to slow down, and the male who never asks her to. Just... matches her pace, in his own way. A love that looks a lot like chaos-and feels a lot like home. He is night incarnate. And still, she is his daylight.

ACOTAR fanfic that takes place after A Court of Wings and Ruin. Any novellas that take place after ACOWAR are not canon in my fanfic. DON'T NEED TO READ SERIES IN ORDER TO READ THIS BUT WILL HELP GREATLY IN UNDERSTANDING SOME SETTINGS, REFERENCES AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTS .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. After the raging war with Hybern, Feyre takes on her High Lady duties along with Rhysand and the Inner Circle as they repair cracks in their own lives as well as the world with the Wall now gone. Maneuvering between emotions and challenges both in and out of the Night Court, a beautiful and powerful new stranger waltzs into the Inner Circle's lives. With her almost endless magic that is something otherworldly, Nyssa offers hope of dealing with the threat of a takeover from the distant shores of Vallahan, Rask, and Montesere. But when the forces against Prythian are led by Nyssa's sister who holds the key to destroying Nyssa, the Courts of Prythian, tired of war, align with Nyssa to protect their land before it is destroyed by the same beliefs that tried to destroy it over 500 years before. Along the way, the Inner Circle unravels Nyssa's story to reveal who she is and why her power is nothing like ever before. If the Night Court doesn't discover a way to recover the item that can save Nyssa from being destroyed by her sister, the city of Velaris and possibly all of Prythian might fall with the stars. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. *** ALL CHARACTERS, SETTINGS, PLOT LINES, & EVENTS BELONG TO SARAH J. MAAS*** Copyright lunar-loves 2020 Cover by the amazing @allamason

╰┈➤ ❝ [Senna Archeron] ❞ (ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴅᴏɴᴇ ꜱᴏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ, ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴍɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ʙᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ) 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡, the eldest sister of four, finds herself fighting for the lives of her loved ones as a fae war on the horizon arises. 𝐚𝐳𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜, slow-burn! acotar and onwards, heavy oc lore

{ACOTAR AU - BOOK 1} "The Daughter of Dawn and the Spymaster of the Night Court locked eyes... and the mating bond snapped into place." After suffering decades of torture during the reign of Amarantha, Auriella, daughter of Thesan and Zephyr, tries her best to recover from the trauma and damage that has been done to her physically, emotionally, and mentally. Before Under the Mountain, Auriella was a light that glowed in the deepest darkness but not anymore. As much as she tries to go back to the person she once was, she cannot. Auriella is stuck in a pit of nightmares and pain that she fears she will never overcome. But as her trauma worsens and unexpected things happen, it is up to the Daughter of Dawn to find answers in the Night Court, where she will receive help from the Inner Circle. But as Auriella spends more time around her mate, Azriel, things become more complicated and could possibly become more than she ever believed. {All ACOTAR characters belong to Sarah J. Maas} Best Ranking: - #1 in ACOTAR - #1 in Azriel

NUMBER 1 IN FANTASY ADVENTURE - 11/05/2025 Book 2 of Queen of Bargains: Monsters Under the Mountain After a year full of nightmares Under the Mountain, whispers of Amarantha's curse ending had spread through the lands. Every subject, small or big creature had woken up with a burning remnants of a bargain they did not know of. Only those who had witnessed her did. Under the Mountain, those who had witnessed the carnage mortal girl caused standing above Amarantha's throne, she had made every single High Lord kneel before her. And now... She was gone. Stolen by the Lord of the Night. No one knew where but they knew she was alive, reborn from the bargains that held her together. Because they felt it. They felt her soul connecting to theirs.