.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝓍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝓍 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 .⋆❆⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❅₊⋆. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘍 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has been sheltered in her temple since infancy. Her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she knows she'll never have. Until Hybern. Mere months after Amarantha's fall, soldiers descend on Cesere and the High Lord of the Night Court finds Nephele bleeding and burnt beneath the worst of Hybern's males. Rhysand offers her refuge in the House of Wind, a sanctuary carved into the mountainside beneath a starlit sky that watches over the dreamlike city of Velaris. Yet grief leaves Neph hollow, and nightmares of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library at the heart of the House. Something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew . . . another truth she was never told. A bloodline buried beneath a life built on lies. Night's spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, is just as drawn to her as his shadows are. Night's general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by a familiarity he cannot make sense of. Nephele is desperate to uncover what was taken from her as war builds on the horizon. Every truth unraveled makes the world tremble beneath her feet. She never could've predicted what life beyond temple walls had waiting for her . . . And she certainly never expected that it would be two Illyrian warriors who would finally awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart.

Rhysand's sister-the little star of the Night Court. Beloved. Brilliant. Until Rhys went Under the Mountain... and she stopped burning. Bit by bit, she let herself be reduced, forgetting how to shine. Believing love meant pain, and healing was for other people. But Azriel? He sees all of it. Always has, always will. And all he wants is for her to let him love her. A story of a girl who lost herself, and the male who would burn the world to bring her back. Of the family who never stopped loving her, and the Shadowsinger who would wait a thousand years more if she asked.

When an injured Illyrian warrior crash-lands near her modest cottage, Elara, a resourceful young widow, has no choice but to take him in-despite the risk to herself and her daughter, Isla. As Azriel heals under her care, he finds himself drawn to the quiet resilience of the woman who saved his life and the innocent curiosity of her spirited child. *Denotes mature chapters* Disclaimer: the characters and world belong to Sarah J. Maas, and this is a fan-created tribute. Highest rankings: #1 in ACOTAR #1 in Azriel #1 in ACOMAF #1 in ACOSF #1 in Feyre Beautiful cover by _CamilleB_

Nobody knew that Azriel found his mate. Until she nearly died. This is the aftermath.

Nephele Speirling is the only daughter of Hybern's Grand General, the most powerful man on the isle and the sole owner of what remains of Hybern's military. But when Neph begins to demonstrate her true power, her parents quickly become threatened by the idea of a female having such strength in their stern social hierarchy. So, Neph is locked away in a cellar, her power suppressed by ancient techniques of brutal people until the day she is to be engaged. Eris Vansera is the eldest son of the High Lord of Autumn, who has made the grand mistake of offering secret refuge to the General and his army. As a sign of his gratitude, Fergis Speirling offers his daughter to Beron as a gift, to do with her body whatever he deems fit. And as a sign of solidarity and friendship, Beron decrees that his eldest son is to marry Nephele and become a Lady of the autumn court. But people like Eris and Nephele dont appreciate being pawns.

Five years before Feyre Archeron ever stepped foot in Prythian, another human girl found herself in the Spring Court. But the trials and tribulations of her time Under the Mountain left her with nothing but a certain red-headed High Fae emissary, who had once resented her entire presence, to help and guide her. | Lucien Vanserra x Reader | | #1 - LucienVanserra | #1 - Lucien | #2 - ACOTARFanfic | #3 - Nesta |

Asterin Blackbeak had been born during a time of peace yet she had never known any. After the war, Manon gives birth to her firstborn child, a beautiful girl with all of her mother's physical traits carrying inside of her the magic of the witches and the raw magic given to her by her father, the King, Dorian Havilliard. Being so powerful from birth made Asterin be hunted by all kinds of creatures, some to claim her as their own, others to kill her but being Manon's daughter made Asterin become a skilled warrior and a very powerful witch surpassing her own mother before reaching adulthood. Manon loved Asterin more than anything, especially after Dorian's death as her daughter was the only piece of him she had left. Keeping always on the move and under a constant glamour Asterin was able to survive up to her 118 birthday before Manon was brutally killed, Asterin had but one option, to run and so she did but in a moment she was in the Witch Kingdom in Erileia and the next she was falling through the skies with snowcapped mountains approaching too fast. What happens when a witch meets a shadowsinger in a whole different world?

the brooding shadowsinger of the night court meets the feisty blood witch from places unknown, what could possibly go wrong? Azriel x OC ACOWAR - post ACOWAR Slow updates

Cassian and Nesta's youngest daughter, Sorcha, has decided to follow in her parents' footsteps and compete in the Blood Rite. She has been training in the Illyrian Mountains with a single goal in mind. However, the mother has a twisted sense of humor. Lord Devlon is a harsh male. A practical male. An Illyrian through and through. He thinks Sorcha is a spoiled little brat at the best of times. But when he finds himself compelled to kiss her, he is convinced she has placed a witch's spell on him. The truth however is much more simple indeed. They're mates.