Comenzar de nuevo puede ser difícil. Ahora, comenzar de nuevo y con las escrituras de una nueva y espeluznante casa que cayó en las manos de Valerie Tate casi de la nada misma, suena como el paraíso para ella. Sin embargo, no todo lo que brilla es oro, y eso a nuestra protagonista le queda clarísimo el mismo día que pone un pie en Maxwell Manor, la misma noche en que se da cuenta que, en aquellos interminables pasillos de la mansión, no se encuentra sola. _________________________________ ⚠️A D V E R T E N C I A⚠️ Historia con alto contenido sexual, menciones de muerte, violencia y vocabulario fuerte, leer bajo responsabilidad de cada uno. ⚠️Historia erótica. Si les harta el sexo, no lean, porque de eso se trata el erotismo. Si no quieren leer nada de ese tipo, se ahorran leer esta historia y los comentarios hastiados, porque en la mayoría de los capítulos hay alto contenido sexual, de eso se trata ⚠️ ⚠️Final solo para mentes abiertas. Si siguen de todas formas, recuerden que yo les avisé, así que, si no les gusta lo que leen, se ahorran los comentarios. ⚠️ Primer libro de la bilogía "Demonios y destinadas"

This is a fanfiction based off A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas. All characters belong to her. This scene is meant to fit into chapter 23 after Nesta has watched Cassian and Azriel sparring in the training pit. This contains mature/explicit sexual content. Cover art by ink.fae (The art piece is an imagined scene with Feyre, but it reminded me so much of Nesta's thoughts in chapter 23.)

"Everything hurt. Nothing felt...real. It was cold in this dark cell. I had long ago given up screaming for help, or trying to get the door open. The wound in my side would kill me soon. Would anyone come? I didn't know. I didn't care. At least, I didn't care until that door finally opened and a man with wings stepped into my small cell." ****** Adrianna grew up in an Illyrian war camp. Their brutal ways forced her to hide in ways she didn't want to. Then when she was caught teaching herself to fly, she was punished, her wings bound with clamps. Then, her parents presented her with a male that she would marry. He was one of the few considerate Illyrian males in the camp, but when he is suddenly murdered, she is blamed for the heinous crime. Then, she was taken Under the Mountain and forced to fight to the death in a Ring created by the evil Amarantha for the enjoyment of her evil Court. For twenty-two years she remained in a small, dark cell, only leaving to fight or to perform other tasks the evil Fae from Hybern demanded until an Illyrian man came to save her. He was none other than Azriel, the Shadowsinger and the High Lord's Spymaster. Whisked away to the Court of Dreams, her wounds were cared for, her wings... somewhat fixed. Now, she works for High Lord Rhysand as his personal assassin, but when a startling discovery comes around about her past, she must make a decision that could cost her everything. ****I do not own the drawings featured in the cover. All credit goes to the amazing artists****

/ Azriel x oc story / (set a few months before Under the Mountain) Raised as Beron's daughter, Asteria Vanserra was everything the Autumn Court represented; fiery, cunning and wicked. But some secrets revealed keep pulling her away from who she wants to be and she finds herself both running away and towards the Night Court. Towards her mate. The shadows in his eyes match the fire in her own amber ones; her darkness matches his own. But how much time will they have with Amarantha slowly rising hell, and Asteria being haunted by the ghosts of her past? As all the walls she built around herself slowly burn down, like the fire that was dying to break free from inside of her, burning up for years and leaving her soul nothing but bitter ash - a certain shadowsinger finds himself in a tricky game.

On a night out on the town, Azriel meets a jazz singer in a restaurant. One thing leads to another, and the next morning Azriel leaves her house without a shirt. - Aida is a hard working fae who resides in the beautiful City of Starlight; Velaris. After a fateful night out - and in - with the shadow singer, watch as their relationship begins to grow into something of legends. TW : THIS STORY DOES INVOLVE SCENES INCLUDING CNC, BDSM, KNIFE/BLOOD PLAY, IMPACT PLAY, DOMESTIC ABUSE AND RAPE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION !!! if you chose to read knowing these triggers, please don't come crying to me when it actually appears in the book.

Maliha has felt like something was missing all her life. She felt like an outcast at the Dawn Court so she decided it was her time to set off on an adventure of her own. Little did she know, this was the worst times to do it. Amarantha's reign has started and Maliha had faced some of the consequences and ended up on the outskirts of Velaris, where Azriel found her unconscious. Against his good judgement, he brought her into the secret city and helped her regain her strength. Until the day she disappears without a trace. 50 years or so later, the King of Hybern is now planning an attack which causes the High Lords to hold a meeting. Maliha has changed, in appearance and soul, but she'll never forget the Illyrian who changed her life for the better. When the Inner Circle comes to the meeting, Azriel saw the woman, and knew she seemed familiar but from where? What will happen between the two now when two courts collide? Is she the one he's been searching for? Maybe, just maybe. She's his parallel, a damaged soul who's been stuck within the darkness and hidden in the shadows, waiting to come out and save not only Az, but all of Prythian. tw// mentions of rape, rape, sexual assault, eating disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, abuse, self-injurious behavior, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, death, blood, war, mental illness, child death mention, torture, violence, sexual content, BSDM, and Kinks.

*******SPOILERS****** Takes place after ACOWAR The war with Hybern has ended and the world of Prythian has finally calmed and found peace. The Night Court has ruled with its High Lord and Lady, and the inner circle. After choosing Lucien, the Lord of Day Court's son, Azriel is left wondering when he will ever find love. A young woman, born of the Night Court is new to the inner circle, unknowing of the court of dreams until after the war. When meeting the ShadowSinger will she feel fear or love for the man who lives in shadow?

ACOTAR FanFiction AzrielxOC slowburn romance "Is there something you need to say, Azriel?" She studied him, and her eyes seemed to glow in the darkness. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her, too. Azriel could feel his heart pounding in his ears, his shadows tucking in tight, and his breath hitch in his throat, but he could do nothing to stop himself as he breathed out - "I'm your mate." --- Though a semblance of peace had arrived, the war with Hybern had left a gaping wound in Prythian. The High Lords form alliances with far away fae territories, in an attempt to rebuild order within their world and establish peace. One by one, emissaries meet with the High Lords of Prythian, striking treaties and alliances. But when a new kingdom, that of the Syrens, come to them wanting a place amid their Treaty, only the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court decide to take a chance on them. Taken under the wing of the Night Court, the emissary of the Syrens, Brianna, must form coalitions within the seven courts of Prythian, earning the trust of its High Lords, developing unlikely friendships with the Inner Circle - especially with that of a certain shadowsinger, with whom she shares a most particular type of bond. But there are secrets that people keep, secrets that, if revealed, could be the very undoing of Prythian. And as they grow close to one another, as they learn more about each other and of themselves, Azriel and Brianna will learn whether their secrets will bring them together, or tear them apart. --- Set after "A Court of Wings and Ruin", excluding the events of "A Court of Frost and Starlight". Long, slow-burn romance fan-fiction, with chapters ranging from 3K-5k words (est. 60+ chapters). Playlist for the fanfiction: "SHADOWS AND THUNDER" on Spotify. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4S0Pfnibyo0gB52hNv6lAL?si=VhZI6HXCSSqklvXeeIMC-A DISCLAIMER: All characters excluding my original characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. Cover art by @Keyra_Shadow

" W-what are y-you we-wea-ring?" Luca's deep trembling voice made me smirk. I looked down at the baby pink lace bra and matching panties that adorned my body. Luca's gaze was stuck to my chest at then it tavelled downwards. "Are you done staring?" I asked, my voice low and husky. The bag in his right hand dropped as he looked away , blushing madly. The blush that tainted his cheeks made me all the more turned on. Fuck. I slowly, made my way towards him and placed my hands on his chest. His eyes followed my every action. "Eleoner..." He whispered hoarsely, making me cream my panties. "Don't worry, baby. I'll make it go away..." I trailed off, biting his earlobe seductively. _____________________________________ When Eleoner was sent to military school at the tender age of sixteen by her gold digging whore of a mother, instead of improving herself, she turned worse. She drank , played around, swore like a sailor etc. She was the kind of girl your parents warned you not to hang out with. Tired of her careless mother and her innumerable man sluts, Eleoner decides to move out. When she decided to move to New York to study in NYU, the least she expected was sharing an apartment with another guy, Luca Marino. Luca is the boy your parents encourage you to hang out with because he is a complete nerd. He surrounds himself with books only. El was always into the hot bad boys in her hometown but this Italian nerd has her fantasizing. She will not stop until she has him in her bed. But along with Luca comes drama. Will El be strong enough for the heartbreak to come? Will she continue being the bad bitch or will Luca tame her? **************************************** Guys, this book is for mature audiences as it contains Sexual content (shitload of that) , swearing, etc..... So please , 18+ readers only. If ya nasty and you're not 18, try not to go ahead. But if you do, don't sue me for destroying your innocent soul. I warned you.