Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 | ¿Por qué las personas que más amamos son las que más nos lastiman? female oc x luke castellan! Written by: 𝐊𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐧_ Bellísima portada hecha por @nykollparedes

MAYA REYES was a bit of a screw up. I mean, she was nice, kind, and occasionally funny, but when it came to being a demigod, she kind of sucked. She couldn't wield her powers for shit, had the hand-eye coordination of a blind bat with scoliosis, and was more likely to get into a spirited debate with a monster than kill one. Considering the fact that her camp highlight was Dionysus coming up to her in the middle of dinner one night and saying, "that one's mine," before walking off for more Diet Coke, she didn't think the Oracle would be giving her a quest any time soon. So, Maya gets used to the shadows. Climbing up onto the roof of the Big House during pegasus riding to sneak in a few naps, drawing stick figures into the dirt during capture the flag, and totally not staring at Percy Jackson whenever he comes to camp. But, when the prospect of war comes to the borders of camp and the Labyrinth reopens, Maya finds herself thrown out of the shadows and into the limelight of a quest with people she's only ever heard about in camp, including Percy. Drawing stick figures may be hard, but going on a quest is even harder, and Maya finds herself questioning her worth as the weight of the world rests on her shoulders. However, if there's one thing she's sure of, it's that a child of Dionysus should never be underestimated, especially when they're buzzed. part i (botl): complete part ii (tlo): ongoing ------------------------------------------ [percy jackson x fem!oc] [pjo: book four (the battle of the labyrinth) - book five (the last olympian)]

One minute, Sienna Quinn is asleep in her tiny Jersey apartment. The next, she wakes in a bed that is definitely not hers - beside Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. There are ancient wards, winged warriors, a sentient House with opinions, and absolutely no coffee. Sienna has no phone, no way home, and no explanation for how she appeared in the most protected bedroom in Velaris. To the Inner Circle, she is an impossible problem. To Cassian, she is a training disaster waiting to happen. To Mor, she is clearly worth keeping. To Azriel, she is suspicious. To Amren, she is already too much. And to Rhysand, she is becoming a riddle he should not enjoy solving. A lighthearted ACOTAR portal-fantasy fanfiction full of banter, found family, slow-burn tension, Velaris chaos, and one very under-caffeinated girl from New Jersey. Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. Canon characters, settings, and world belong to Sarah J. Maas. Sienna Quinn and original plot elements belong to me.

Oleander Sorrengail survived her first year in the Riders Quadrant, but survival came at a cost no one understands. Not her brother, who she thought was dead, only to learn he chose a war over her. Not her twin, who she will always come second to. And certainly not her mother, General Lilith Sorrengail, who has only ever seen her as a disappointment, and a tool to wield. Bonded to a feral dragon, Oleander was never expected to develop a signet. Most assumed she would become another casualty, either of her own magic or of stronger riders. But during the worst moment of her life, her power finally drips out of her. Nightmares made of black ink. Creatures that move like liquid metal. Horrors that react to her every emotion and reflect something dark enough that even her allies begin to question what she is. And Oleander has no idea how to control them. When Basgiath's leadership realizes what she can do, they see more than a rider. They see the ultimate tool. The perfect weapon. And they will stop at nothing until Oleander becomes exactly that. This is an Iron Flame fanfic intended for audiences 18+ due to mature content.

El pecado dictó su destino... el placer los arrojó a su perdición.

In Navarre, the Sorrengail name is already known. Violet Sorrengail was never meant to survive Basgiath. But she isn't the only Sorrengail who enters it. Azaella Sorrengail walks the same halls-but she was never built to survive them. She was built by them. Trained by Lilith Sorrengail herself, Azaella doesn't adapt to Navarre. Navarre adapts to her. And by the time Basgiath realizes what she is... It may already be too late. Updates once a week Started : 05/05/2026 Completed : ?

Su destino fue escrito como una tragedia. Tras descubrir que la imagen que tenía de la Dama de Invierno era diametralmente opuesta a la realidad, y consciente de la inesperada conexión que parece unirlo a ella, Oberón estaba dispuesto a hacer cualquier cosa por tenerla cerca. Pero, conforme avanzaba su relación, fue consciente de una importante decisión: el amor o la corona. ¿Cuál de los dos iba a ser más poderoso? Se recomienda haber leído antes la saga de 𝕷𝖆𝖘 𝕮𝖚𝖆𝖙𝖗𝖔 𝕮𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖘 y el primer libro de la precuela: Dama de Invierno .

«-No me vas a poner en la posición patética de la amante, ni del capricho prohibido. Soy demasiada mujer para conformarme con las sobras. O te comportas, o resuelves tu situación sentimental como un adulto.» Para la Dra. Irene Álvarez, la medicina es una ciencia exacta y las zonas grises no existen. Su único objetivo como médica de refuerzo de Red Bull Racing es hacer su trabajo de forma impecable, enviar dinero a su familia en Venezuela y mantener sus emociones fuera de la ecuación. En su mundo, la Fórmula 1 es solo un entorno corporativo lleno de egos inflados. Max Verstappen, el piloto estrella conocido como el León holandés, es el caos personificado. Arrogante, territorial y acostumbrado a que el mundo entero se aparte de su camino cuando acelera. Criado bajo una presión asfixiante, para él el control lo es todo y el segundo lugar es una derrota inaceptable. Cuando el pragmatismo letal de la doctora choca de frente contra el instinto depredador del piloto, el garaje se convierte en un campo de batalla cargado de sarcasmo y una tensión insoportable. Max está dispuesto a volar su vida pública por los aires para ganarse el derecho a mirarla a los ojos. Pero en un mundo donde un choque a 51G o un titular sensacionalista pueden destruirlo todo... domar el corazón de la bestia será el desafío más peligroso de todo el campeonato.