With the war against Hybern on their doorstep, the Night Court is desperate for allies that can help to turn the tide. While Feyre hunts down monsters to join the fight, Azriel's mission is simple: find the Soul Stealer. The only problem is, the Soul Stealer hasn't been seen for hundreds of years. Raven is the bastard daughter of the previous High Lord of the Winter Court. She possesses a power so rare, that whoever doesn't want her dead, wants to use her as a weapon. She is the Soul Stealer many believe to be myth, in hiding for hundreds of years. Her terrifying power allows her to rip souls right out of bodies, something she refuses to do unless absolutely necessary. Raven has been in hiding for hundreds of years for her own protection, but when a handsome Shadow Singer crosses her path asking for help, will she abandon everything she believes in and risk her own life to unleash her terrifying power? ACOTAR Fanfiction. Set during the events of A Court of Wings and Ruin. Ranking History: #1 Azriel #1 Shadowsinger #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOWAR #1 ACOMAF

** 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]

What if there was another Archeron sister? Rhaella Nyx Archeron, twin sister of Feyre Archeron made a promise to her mother as well: do whatever it takes to protect the family. Go as far as needed How will she deal with the fact that she couldn't save her sister from being taken by the evil fae? Disclaimer: this is a fanfiction based of Sarah J. Mass work: the A Court of Thorns and Roses series and her characters By no means I claim her work as my own, this is a different approach to the story and how it could've been if new characters were added.

~What if Rhysand's sister had fought back the day that Tamlin's father hunted them down? Fought enough to buy her life?~ Arwen escaped that day, scarred and ruined, but alive. Residing in her brother's city, she hides behind a mask of bliss before the coming of Amarantha. At a stranger's glance, there is little more she could ask for. Expensive dresses line her wardrobes, a home of great expanse, a circle of friends, and most of all, a mate. But pain boils behind that mask, and soon it will spill over. It was only a matter of time. Slow Burn Pre-ACOTAR Top ranking #1 in ACOTAR #2 in RHYSANDS SISTER

He was the darkness. She was the star who lit it up. In which the shadowsinger of the Night Court falls for his High Lord's long lost sister. "He was like a breath of fresh air after being held underwater for eternity." - "She was his punishment for every bad thing he had ever done. For no one could make him bleed the way she did." - Azriel x oc story

Pregnant, abandoned, and alone, she never expected salvation to come from Azriel, the brooding shadowsinger who insists on giving her shelter when she has nowhere else to turn. What begins as an act of reluctant kindness slowly shifts into something deeper. Stolen glances, quiet comforts in the night, confessions whispered when the world feels too heavy. The walls she's built begin to crack under his steady presence, even as they fight the unfamiliar pull. But with her manipulative ex circling back, she must decide, cling to the past that broke her...or risk everything for the future Azriel is quietly offering.

Feyre was a High Lady. Nesta was a Valkyrie. Elain was a Seer. And she was the sister the Cauldron ruined and forgot. Invisible in a family of legends, haunted by nightmares no one noticed, she learned to stay quiet... to expect nothing. Except Azriel noticed. The Shadowsinger who never spoke too much saw everything-her pain, her loneliness... and the bond between them she didn't even know existed. And when the world decides she is the easiest one to break-Azriel will make them suffer for it.

"I see why you are so obsessed with having Tamlin love you now. Quite amusing and unexpected - out of all the things I was expecting...this wasn't even on the list." ACOTAR - {A Court of Thorns and Roses - A Court of Wings and Ruin} I do not own ACOTAR, I only own my OC's and everything to do with them and their backstories.

Growing up with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel means accepting one simple truth. Peace was never an option. Not in Windhaven. Not in Velaris. Not anywhere they exist. They prank her like it's a blood sport. Scare off anyone foolish enough to flirt. Hover when she's sick. Snowball fights become tactical warfare. A casual smile at the wrong male becomes a territorial incident. Three of the most powerful males in Prythian-High Lord, General, Shadowsinger. And somehow, she's the one they call trouble. Three brothers. One sister. Absolutely no mercy.