Tessa has many secrets, not least of which is the fact that a) she's a shadowsinger and b) she's been dishing out unsanctioned retribution to deserving males in Illyria, in the form of permanent disfigurement. Hey, they want to cut a female's wings off? Fair's fair, after all. All of her secrets are at risk of unravelling however, when Nyx fucking Archeron walks into her workshop, requesting she craft new siphons for his baby cousin. Honestly, there's nothing Tessa would like to do less, but she can't seem to resist his charming smile and soon enough she finds herself swept up into his crazy, overwhelming family, desperately trying to keep all of her secrets and keep from falling in love at the same time. "Did you not see what happened to the last male who stood in my way?" She said lowly, pasting a saccharine smile on her face. "Don't make me put you on your knees." He shifted impossibly closer, so close she could breathe in his scent of pine and sea mist. His lips brushed her ear as he bent down to reply, "Darling, I would love to get on my knees for you."

Azriel sofre um pequeno acidente, ficando preso nas Terras Humanas sem ter como voltar para casa. Porém, ele não espera que quem vai o ajudar seja uma curandeira féerica e sua irmã mais nova. *Essa história é autoral e baseada na saga Corte de Espinhos e Rosas. Fiquei um tempo refletindo sobre ela depois que li os livros originais e finalmente tomei coragem de escrevê-la. Tomara que gostem.*

Wherever there's a shadow, there has to be light -♡- An Azriel fanfiction Completed work #1 Theories #1 Acotar #1 acourtofthornsandroses #2 Highlord ♧ under deconstruction ♧

Todo o meu corpo dói, mas tenho que continuar, correr, correr e correr, posso ouvi-los atrás de mim não tenho como ganhar eles são mais rápidos, são imortais. Saco minha espada, posso não ter chances de ganhar, mas não morrerei sem lutar e também não serei levada, não vou me curvar a eles. Então eu paro de correr, respiro fundo, tenho 10 segundos antes deles me alcançarem, posso vê-los correndo em minha direção me posiciono são 6 contra um, eu não tenho madeira de freixo, mas posso feri-los para que eu ganhe pelo menos uma vantagem. 5 segundos, relaxo os músculos para que eu possa cortar com mais agilidade, eu preciso chegar até as terras imortais, se eu atravessar a fronteira posso conseguir ajuda...

Adria Archeron only had one goal in life. Survive. The Archeron reputation disintegrated right before her eyes. Over night her family's wealth and riches turned to ash and she was left to pick up the pieces. As the eldest, Adria was fortunate to gain a few skills before their descent into poverty. Alone she protected her family from both known and unknown threats. After one fateful hunt, her youngest sister Feyre unknowingly changed the course of their lives forever. Yet Adria's goal remains the same. Through her own life experiences she knew what hides in the shadows of men and bares the scars for it. I do not own any of the characters except my own. Sarah J. Maas owns A Court of Thorns and Roses and all the characters within her story.

Batboys x OC Rhaemarys rebelled against her king and enslaver centuries ago, she fought for a better world but was imprisoned before she could see it. Now, she fights a different king for the same freedom but with more than one enemy looming on the horizon and matebonds she wasn't expecting winning the war might cost more than Rhaemarys is willing to give. ACTOR fanfic (rhysand X cassian X azriel X oc) Poly fanfic cannon/slight AU warning: 15+, swearing, violence, dark themes, sex I do not own any characters only my OCs. As I am sure it is blatantly obvious I own none of the ACOTAR series, that pleasure belongs to Sarah J mass. I also don't own Gifs, images or graphics, I will do my best to credit them but I am not always sure who they belong to.

Briella Soleil just wanted to spend a week with her brother when she accidentally ended up in Prythian instead. • ☼ • "Hi, I'm so sorry to intrude but I was going to visit my brother and got lost on the way. Could you tell me where I am?" I asked, hoping that this wasn't a weird question at all. He gave me a strange look and I plastered my most innocent smile across my face. "The Spring Court. In Prythian." Shit. • ☼ • "You don't know the Fergalicious rap? Uncultured Illyrians. You're learning the whole thing right now." • ☼ • SLOW UPDATES -

One moment she was slaving away at the salt mines of Endovier, and the next she was under a mountain. Laying on the ground, bowing before a red-headed woman on a throne. A queen. She was evil, Celeana could feel it, and powerful. So powerful that she had all the faes in the room leashed, controlled. And she saw looking at the assassin like a predator to it's prey. #1 in tog 2022/10/14 #1 in celeana 2022/10/14 #2 in acotar 2022/10/14 #20 in acotar 2022/10/14

Passaram-se 10 anos depois da guerra contra Hybern, esses anos foram conturbados, porém, finalmente houve um acordo, os Feéricos agiriam como se ainda houvesse uma muralha, e feéricos e Grão feéricos não tinham permissão de ir para as terras mortais como antes. Para que isso não fosse burlado, cada Grão Senhor disponibilizou guardas para cuidarem do local onde antes a muralha se instalava. Por não confiar na veracidade da palavra dos Feéricos, os humanos se mudavam para o continente, mas viaviam em harmonia, era respeitado o que havia sido resolvido, mas nunca a paz tanto cobiçada pela maioria, um povo unificado onde Humanos, Feéricos e Grã-Feéricos estivessem unidos, como Miryam e Drakon conseguiram em Cretea. Mas aquilo era melhor que nada, tudo andava bem, talvez a situação mudasse com um pouco mais de tempo, mas, não naquele momento. Todos reerguiam-se, alguns mais rápido que outros. Mas uma movimentação do leste é feita, e convites são enviados para todas as cortes de Prithyan, o que estaria havendo para tal movimentação? Seria uma notícia boa, ou uma promessa para mais catástrofes? Classificação Etária: +18 anos 🥈 2° hybern 07.10.2022