"What do you know of shame?" "Oh, I know plenty." She fought in the first war, the one that took everything from her, just as it did everyone. 500 years later, she is still fighting in each and every moment. But the day she finds a cause to fight for, her world shifts. And Naoise will find that this fight is not hers alone to undertake. Through bonds forged, wagers struck, and bargains made, she learns that it never was. Nor will it ever be again. ✰ ✩ ★ ___🗻___ In which the Night Court finds a Guardian and a warrior finds a home Azriel x Fem!oc Pre-ACOMAF → ?

𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐒𝐇 ❛ how cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling ❜ 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar a court of wings and ruin violentbluess, 2024

AZRIEL X OC. ACOTAR. Evangeline Longclaw. Intelligent. Beautiful. Deadly. All her life Evangeline has fought against the Illyrian norms to become the first female member of the Illyrian army. Her determination knows no limits and she will do anything to achieve her dream. But when her path crosses with the mysterious and handsome spymaster Azriel, her traumatic past threatens to collide devastatingly with her future.

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

** 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]

The pack on the verge of collapse, Fie Wright watches as her Alpha falls into a downward spiral due to his dying mate. After searching high and low for a cure, Fie's Alpha gives up on not only himself but his pack as well, leaving the rest of them to their own turmoil. That is until whispers of a miracle cure strikes the very heart of the problem. Fie, along with a small group, is sent on a mission to far away lands to ask for the King's help to bring their Pack back to life. The King agrees but for a price of course. ********* The concealed King perched on his throne speaks up with a heavy yet smooth voice, the mere baritone sending delightful shivers up my spine as the royal directs his attention to me. "I will help you but I want something in return." Comes his clear daunting voice as the rest of the court remains silent, no one daring to speak up until they are spoken to. Steeling my spine, my eyes focus on what I assume to be his chest as my kneeled figure speaks up, "What would that be my King?" Silence reigns for a few seconds before the alluring voice speaks up, ripping me of my composure in mere seconds. "You."

Lowen had resigned herself to a life of solitude, masquerading as a human Queen, until the Night Court's spymaster appears on her balcony, shattering her world. In this reimagined rendition of "A Court of Wings and Ruin," the spotlight shifts to Lowen, an enigmatic figure presumed dead, whose past is intertwined with the Night Court's High Lord. As she joins the battle against Hybern, new friendships form, love takes root, and fractured family reunites, as Lowen navigates her journey of redemption, unwavering loyalty, and the transformative strength of facing one's history, adds a new twist into the well-loved tale.

Auroria of House Vanserra has much more in common with Azriel, the Spymaster of the Night Court, than she could have thought - than either of them would care to admit. But when she feels the burn of his flame, she realises that she doesn't want to feel cold ever again. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── OR: The story told through the antagonist's eyes. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── slowburn & plot-centric as much as it is an azriel x oc!

She was born of the sun. He was forged in the shadows. And fate made them mates. Apollonia Alba, true heir to the Dawn Court, never expected to be the second female High Lady in Prythian's history-nor did she expect her mate to be Azriel, the cold, lethal Illyrian spymaster of the Night Court. Their bond is unbreakable, but war is coming, and love is not enough. With Hybern threatening to destroy everything she'd swore to protect, Apollonia must prove she is more than just a ruler by name. Her family and betrothed plot against her, Azriel is called to battle, and every choice she makes could cost her friends-or her mate. In a world where war demands sacrifice, will she put her court first, her friends, or will love become her greatest weakness? Dawn will rise. But at what cost?

Azriel X Scarlett Vanserra (Eris' Eldest Daughter). 18+ Spiciness and a bit of a slow burn!!!! What happens when your High Lord and Lady agree to temporarily house your nemesis' offspring? Well falling in love and finding his mate was certainly not the answer Azriel was expecting. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ I glance at Nesta who watches her mate slowly tethering on the edge of becoming unconscious as he refuses to tap out. "You want to call it or will we be down a trainer today?" I ask quietly as her eyes fume with rage over Scarletts victory. "That's enough." She snaps, projecting her voice. "He's done." Releasing him, Scarlett drops her grip and Cassian falls forward gasping for air. Turning on her heels she cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. "What do you say, Shadowsinger... up for a match?" Definitely Eris' daughter. The familiar arrogant and cocky attitude briefly shows on her face before she once again puts on the stoic expression of a warrior who can't be read. Not vocalizing my acceptance, I simply walk into the fighting area as Cassian shifts off to stand with his mate. No doubt another bet is being placed. "Nesta." She calls out without taking her eyes off me. "You call it." Changing her stance to a different one than what she started with in Cassian's fight I see just how smart she is. She's already switching her strategy up before she sees me make a move. "On three!" Nesta's voice calls through the air and I keep my focus on the female in front of me, her Amber eyes burning into me. "One!" A breeze blows and her scent fills my nose. Cider, cinnamon... mmm crisp leaves. "Two!" A living embodiment of Autumn. "Three!" Nesta calls and I wait for Scarlett to strike the first blow. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ A/N: I do not own any of these characters and this is a fanfic made for the fun of writing and the love of our fictional bat boys from the ACOTAR books! Notable Rankings: #1 erisvanserra #1 nightcourt #1 vanserra #1 acosf #3 spymaster #9 acotar