Females were very rare in the night court's ruling family as it was, all either die young or end up forgotten in the abyss of history. Rhysand ever thought he'd have to father one of these, in fact, he did't believe he even deserve to be a father, until he was faced with the results of a one night with an old friend...

He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I have not read Throne of Glass nor Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

Born of two worlds. Forged by war. Bound to a fate she refuses to accept. Zoya Khan-Sterling is a warrior, a commander, a daughter of two legacies-one of Valkyrie steel, the other of ancient power. As second in line to the throne of her distant homeland, she was raised to protect, not to rule. But when Hybern's forces discover the islands and her parents refuse to fight, believing diplomacy can save them, Zoya sees only their downfall. Fleeing across the sea to seek allies, she finds herself in the Night Court, where war is spoken in the same breath as survival. There, she crosses paths with Cassian, a general whose battles have shaped history. Their mission to recover a lost relic is meant to aid her homeland-but the longer Zoya fights in Prythian's war-torn world, the more tangled her fate becomes. Between duty and desire, survival and sacrifice, she begins to question everything: her loyalty, her strength, and whether she's truly fighting for her people... or running from herself.

They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.

How far do you go to take a break from reality? Drugs; Alcohol; Self harm... Struggling to figure out who she is Sofia Night's has to put her life on hold to be able to give her brother everything she could never have growing up. What happens when the only thing keeping Sofia from ending it all get's taken away. Less sleep; Raging thoughts; no escaping from the demons that remind her of the past... Will Noah Martinez become her new addiction or will he be the cause of her destruction.

Six years after the war, Hermione has the picture perfect life. She's married to a loving husband, has the Ministry job she always wanted, and friends that are loyal to the end. So why does she have to glamour away the bruises on her face, as she reaches for her bottle of Muggle pills? No, her life is far from perfect. Draco has lived his life day-to-day for the last six years. After taking over the Malfoy estate from his estranged father and spending most of his time rebuilding the Malfoy name, he realizes he's missing something in his life. That's how he finds himself working alongside a certain Golden Girl, who seems to have lost her fire. Post war Dramione. *COMPLETE* Being translated into Brazilian Portuguese here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/300909032?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Bru4150&wp_originator=pJ6rw8NWhqXQ9FYK0%2BtsX%2F1KOT%2FqZ2X4gfyaFpc%2FheFNSLaYK1Y4uREQIef2af8FGUQcl8D%2BrmVZbDMUGUvUZaBOo6RqwQL26RqkR34m%2BjK8cTBpKJz4zhVHg%2FjC5Dbr

[UNEDITED] Marina Vettle had struggled all her life with abuse from people who were meant to care for her, driving her to become almost dependent of substance. This until one day she crossed paths with the handsome Giovanni Liotti. They clicked instantly. But everything changed for her when she found who he really was.

She's the architect rebuilding their headquarters. He's the SWAT officer who doesn't let anyone in. Sparks fly. Tension builds. And neither of them is ready for what happens when walls start to fall. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers romance packed with heat, heart, and high stakes. ⸻ Warnings; mature content 18+🌶️

550 pages complete - daily updates coming 7/18 The insinuation didn't make her mad. It didn't comfort her. But it did strike a chord. "My instincts are the only reason I'm alive. They're why those children in Sangravah survived." Azriel descended to the grounds of the river house. "Then perhaps you should listen to them." He set her down gently and the moment she opened her mouth to retort, he cut her off. "I told you I would wait. I meant it." His words rendered her dumbfounded. They were the words of a male devoted. A male who knew her far longer than Azriel had. But she didn't reject them, because her tears over his broken body had been the tears of a female who had lost a part of their soul. A female bound to him. "Shall we?" said Azriel, gesturing up at the river house. And Gwyn nodded, for she knew no words. *cover by lowkeystruggling*

I do not own any characters from acotar, they belong to s.j.m and her only. After being pushed into the cauldron, Althea Acheron's life would change forever. For better and for the worse. Set during all 3 books.