Decades after the Great War against Hybern, Prythian remains a land of simmering tensions. A Peregryn's power is awakening, and with it, a darkness that threatens to consume the fragile peace. Branwenn's life is shattered the moment she witnesses the attack on her home in the Dawn Court, and her mother is the attack's sole victim-an act that echoes with otherworldly malice across Prythian. Branwenn is marked for death, thrust into a world where survival is a brutal battle. Torn from the familiar kitchens and bustling court life she knew, she's cast into the harsh, unforgiving camp to unearth her heritage. In this brutal crucible, Branwenn endures, honing her combat skills and rising through the ranks to become a fierce warrior. But even strength and skill are no guarantee of survival. Betrayal lurks in the shadows, and when a deadly conspiracy unravels, Branwenn is forced to confront not only the secrets behind her mother's murder but also the otherworldly forces that seek to control her destiny. A manipulative sorcerer-lord whispers promises of power, tempting her with a path to vengeance, but at what cost? Branwenn stands at a crossroads. Will she succumb to the darkness and become a pawn in a deadly game, or will she forge her own path, even if it means facing the monstrous truths within herself? This is a spin-off inspired by the captivating works of Sarah J. Maas, a delightful blend of homage, spoof, and fan fiction. Full credit is attributed to her exceptional characters and the wondrous world she envisioned.

Nobody expected the female that tried to kill The High Lord and Lady of Night's son would become so significant to The Night Court.

A tale of Tamlin's little sister and and the spymaster of the Night Court. On opposite ends of Prythian, Azriel and Kianna fight to keep their friendship strong and the people they love safe from forces that stretch farther and older than the Kingdom of Hybern. (OC x Azriel.) *** All Cannon Couples. I own nothing, copyrights go to Sarah J. Maas. Rated T.

Eileánóir is like Feyre, she likes to paint. Perhaps that's why they are best friends. When Feyre was taken in Prythian, Eileánóir was left alone. Then, one day, she found herself locked in the dark, chained up to the cell walls of Beron's castle. That's when her journey in Prythian begins TW // mention of rape, mention of sh

*A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction* Contains spoilers! This story takes place a few years after A Court of Frost and Starlight. Highest ranking: #4 in acotar, #1 in acofas The female was more than he had ever expected to get, she was a natural beauty. Blonde hair cascaded down her slender frame, ending just under the small of her back. Her eyes were pools of midnight blue, a living, breathing thing. A fire burned in them with a hunger for adventure. He felt it too. He watched as she turned toward the woman next to her, he wished he could hear her voice, for he knew it would sound like vanilla-if ever such a thing were possible. One of her small hands tugged at her hair, pulling it behind her ear. With her neck exposed, Azriel could do nothing but stare at the delicate patch of skin. He wanted to run his tongue across it and make her moan- *** This is the story of Aerell, the young Illyrian female who happens to be mated to Azriel.

When he found the mortal crying out for help , he was shocked the whole population creatures of the mouth in range couldn't hear her. Azriel had been put on duties ever since Feyre announced she would be having kin. This was a big deal,he would never have suspected this to happen, invasion risks were at there peak and not to mention , the war rising even further between Prythian and Hybern, the mortals thankfully still unbeknown to the ferocious rage that was about to break out.. Rose could only remember one thing before she woke up, a pricing scream , along with the worst sound she'd ever heard, to horrific to put into words, so when she wakes up in a mysterious land, nothing like her shack at home, she is now in the middle of a huge war that could destroy everything