"Immune doesn't mean immortal" TW: Mention of abuse, self harm, suicide, death, sex. ***This is NOT a Newt fic*** ** All credits go to James Dashner! I only own a few self-made characters ** Started - December, 2022 First chapter published - 14th June, 2023 Last chapter published - TBC #4 in thomastmr - 28th June, 2023 #2 in thescorch - 29th April, 2024 #2 in gladers - 5th September, 2025

❛ a falling star fell from your heart and landed in my eyes ❜ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⬩❖⬩ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ "How . . ." She was at a loss for words. This was a dream, right? But if it was, how could she be feeling all of this? How could she feel his magic, or his touch, or the cool air of the corridor? None of it made sense. One of his hands raised, as though wanting to touch her face, but it hesitated before lowering. Some small part of Ana was left disappointed. "You're . . . you're here? How are you here?" Ana swallowed thickly. "I⎯I don't know. I thought I was . . . this is a dream. But then . . ." Realization dawned in his eyes. "Oh." Ana frowned. What did oh mean? "Shit." "What?" Ana asked. She needed answers. This was the second strange thing that had happened in four days. "Why are you saying shit? What's going on?" His hand wrapped around her wrist again and he pulled her through the darkness, away from the door. "She can't know about this. None of them can." "Who can't know about what?" Ana nearly stumbled over her footing, but her years of training kept her upright. "Tell me what's happening. Who even are you? How am I here?"

"God Collins...It's been hell trying to do the right thing, trying to stay away from you for your own sake, but I've come to the realization that I can't do it anymore." or in which Collins Walker's main goal is to pass Calculus and move back to her home state for college, but meeting Jasper Hale sets her life on a completely different trajectory. ❖ *Takes place slightly before and through Eclipse and onward.* jasperxoc Part 1 of 2 (or 3...) *new cover, same story

𝘰𝘰𝘰. ┋【 𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 】- 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪, 𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘦 ☁️. *. ⋆ ੈ✩‧ ೃ⁀➷ - - - 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯... she cannot help but be intrigued by him. ❝𝘈𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴. 𝘚𝘸𝘢𝘯.❞ ❝𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘏𝘢𝘭𝘦.❞ ੈ✩‧ ೃ⁀➷ - - - 𝑶𝑹 𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯... jasper's past comes back to haunt him in the cruel form of gwendolyn swan. ☁️. *. ⋆ JASPER HALE 𝒙 F!OC THE TWILIGHT SAGA ON-GOING 2023 || ©-STARWHORESWP

I vow to stand guard over your legacy, to guard your throne. I vow to carry your warmth and ruin. I kneel to no one, but you, my Seraphira." -Azriel, Shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court. She was meant to be nothing-a forgotten girl sold to a court of bones and sand, silenced before her power could ever bloom. But Seraphira was never meant to be quiet. Beneath the jeweled veils and gilded cruelty of her desert cage, she hides a secret. A magic older than any spell, born not to create, but to unmake. A reaper, forged by the stars to end what should never have been born. When two warriors from the Night Court arrive-Azriel, cloaked in shadows, and Cassian, fury given form they come seeking diplomacy. Trade. And something more. A weapon. A girl. A key. What they find instead is a soul on the edge of awakening, and a bond quietly thrumming between her and the shadowsinger who is determined to save her from a marriage with the cruel, horrific High Lord's son. But fate is rarely kind. And nothing that blooms in the dark is ever left untouched. Now, Seraphira must learn to trust again. To fight again, to feel once more. And maybe-just maybe-remember the shadows that once wrapped around her like a promise. Even if it kills her. +Disclaimer+ I own none of the ACOTAR characters, world, or any work done by Sarah J Maas, this story has some original characters I created, but thus further- this is just a fantasy for fun work and I own no rights or anything to do with any ideas original to Sarah J Maas. ~TW~ This is a mature 18+ dark fantasy romance, coming from the depths of my dark mind. This story will have attempted SA and off page, abuse, crude language and heavy sexual themes. There will be violence on page, death, obsession and possession. Blood play, knife play, gore, torture, suicidal thoughts (briefly)

Here I was, convinced that love was something I'd never allow myself to fall into. I truly believed it was a waste of time and energy-an illusion that left people empty. I had seen too many women become love-drunk, so wrapped up in someone else that they forgot who they were. I promised myself I would never be like that. I swore I wouldn't walk the same path my mother did, a path that led straight to self-destruction. But then I saw you. You stood there, glowing with a light so fierce it was almost blinding. You shone so brightly that I swore if I reached out to touch you, I'd burn. And yet, despite the danger, despite every warning I had carved into my heart, I couldn't stay away. Something inside me shifted, cracked open, and suddenly the thought of distance between us felt unbearable.

A Monster. That's what they'd always called her. Sasha wasn't delusional enough to think they were wrong. Made of shadow and suffering, raised in cold and cruelty, she was every inch the monster the world feared her to be. She tried not to hate herself for it, for the way this world had forced her to be. Maybe she did not deserve this life she'd been given, the life that had been forced on her, but she'd been through too much to give it up now. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ ACOTAR oc insert Multiple(?) romances Plot centred Started : 7/10/24 ACOMAF finished : 12/6/25 ACOWAR finished : ... ACOFAS finished : ... ACOSF finished : ... Idk how well this will do but the hyperfixation will consume my soul if I don't get this out my system :)

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.

OCxAzriel(acotar) This story follows Verena, a half high fae, half witch, who has lived with so much anger and despair since she was 16, when everything she knew and loved was taken from her by no other than the then High Lord of the Night Court. Centuries have passed, but Verena cannot let go of all the damage that has been done to her and to her people. This is why she finds herself in the last place she ever thought she would be at: the Night Court. She's after the last piece of her heritage; her mother's spell book, and nothing will stop her. Even if a certain shadowsinger has his eyes on her all the time. Oh, and did I forget to mention that the most powerful High Lord, Rhysand, is her brother? I do not own any of the Original characters from ACOTAR, only the ones I have created for this story. *Takes place before and after the events of ACOTAR ;) More coming soon...

ACOTAR AU Rewrite with Bat Boys x OC RH Matebonds! (No Archeron sisters in this fic) A forgotten heir. A land in decay. A girl born of storm and shadow returns to reclaim what was stolen. Arya hides the truth of her blood, her power, and the crown that once belonged to her. But as magic unravels and the courts fall to chaos, she may be Prythian's only chance at salvation. A legacy lost to time meant to shake the foundations of kingdoms. Fate is a cruel seamstress, and the threads of destiny can be cut, unraveled, but never forgotten. Summoned by forces she cannot yet name, Arya steps into a realm of gilded deception and unraveling myths-a land where thrones are won with blood, where secrets coil beneath silken words, and where masks hide more than faces. The courts murmur of a storm gathering, of shadows stretching too far, of something ancient stirring beneath the roots of the world. She is a blade tempered in exile, a ghost of a legacy buried beneath millennia's of silence. But some graves do not stay undisturbed. And as shadows rise and old magic awakens, one truth becomes clear: Not all crowns are made of gold. Some are built from the bones of the fallen. This story is 4 years in the making and I am overjoyed to be able to finally share it with you all! Best Rankings: #1 Rhys #1 Azriel #1 Cassian #1 ACOTAR #1 ACOTAR Fic #1 ACOTAR AU #1 Rhysand x OC #1 Cassian x OC #1 Azriel x OC