Maliha has felt like something was missing all her life. She felt like an outcast at the Dawn Court so she decided it was her time to set off on an adventure of her own. Little did she know, this was the worst times to do it. Amarantha's reign has started and Maliha had faced some of the consequences and ended up on the outskirts of Velaris, where Azriel found her unconscious. Against his good judgement, he brought her into the secret city and helped her regain her strength. Until the day she disappears without a trace. 50 years or so later, the King of Hybern is now planning an attack which causes the High Lords to hold a meeting. Maliha has changed, in appearance and soul, but she'll never forget the Illyrian who changed her life for the better. When the Inner Circle comes to the meeting, Azriel saw the woman, and knew she seemed familiar but from where? What will happen between the two now when two courts collide? Is she the one he's been searching for? Maybe, just maybe. She's his parallel, a damaged soul who's been stuck within the darkness and hidden in the shadows, waiting to come out and save not only Az, but all of Prythian. tw// mentions of rape, rape, sexual assault, eating disorder, PTSD, domestic abuse, abuse, self-injurious behavior, mentions of suicide, kidnapping, death, blood, war, mental illness, child death mention, torture, violence, sexual content, BSDM, and Kinks.

[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea. It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together. The strings all tied back to one person. His mate. A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content. The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild

It's been twenty years since Aelin Galathynius and her Court won the war. Since then, the world has begun to heal from the mutilated scars left on her land. But, after three kids fall through a portal and land in Terrasen, the fate of all they've built in jeopardy. Orcus, the enemy they thought was dead, has broken free and attacked- burning for revenge on the court who destroyed his brother and wife. Lyrian, daughter of the legendary Queen and King of Terrasen, and her very own cadre of dreamers must team up with the Two Stars and a Rose in order to free her family and save the world as they know it. "And when she opened her eyes, it was the daughter of Adarlan's Assassin staring up at the stars."

Gwyn and Azriel's journey right after the events of ACOSF. Offered a position within the Inner circle, Gwyn is now assigned her first mission, with the infamous, shadow-singer. This is a story that will be written truly from my heart. Gwyn captured me in a way that is indescribable. Her story is worth telling and I will try to write it with full awareness. If you are a reader, and feel that I am not tackling her mental health in the proper manner, please feel free to send me a message. Follow me on tiktok: @loloauthor 107 k words Spotify Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/57cgAH56i92QCbZNFUe0Gi?si=PvegCjHdSMiTVF0uqVqTsQ

Sent on a quest to find the final piece of the Dread Trove, Azriel and Gwyn find themselves in the Mortal Lands. Far away from Prythian, a land of magic and beauty, a magic of its own grows between them. Facing long forgotten enemies and painful new betrayals, can their new found love survive?

Trouble stirs in Moriella, King Adrian is officially going to war with High-King Kamolinn Alinac. The King of Moriella has gone too far, he has locked up the High-King's mate and General in a Time Mirror, trapping them inside. Kamolinn will stop at nothing to get them out. To free the twins and his cousin. And if it means going to war with Moriella . . . so be it. Kamolinn and the Band of Bastards work to free them, but they do not know where the Time Mirrors are or where to start. So they decide in the only place that will help. They travel to Llyria-home to the Fae and the domain of High-King Kamolinn. But other things are stirring throughout the country. A bounty has been placed on the crown prince's head. A handsome fee for his ultimate demise, and Honour Abrelle is more than happy to help. Her hatred runs deep for the Gwenyths. All she has ever wanted was their heads on a platter, and she will work her way through the kingdom-she'll start with the prince first. She and her brother will venture through Moriella and striaght through the capital, honing their persona's and putting on their masks. Honour will become the next nightmare Lodashine will ever see. And she'll do it from within the castle walls. Book two to the Boundments Trilogy! *COVER ART IS NOT MINE* artist is Len Yan, i did not make it! TRIGGER WARNING: Assault, violence, anxiety, suicidal thoughts.

Gwyneth Berdara. Priestess. Valkyrie. Scarred from a brutal past. Despite everything the world has thrown at her, Gwyn has rose like a rose among thorns- building herself up from the ground. But there is something festering in the Mortal Lands and it's mutating into something nasty and feral. Asked to help the Shadow Singer research further into the Trove, Gwyn begins to discover sinister truths surrounding her heritage and what happened at the Temple all those nights ago. It appears, blood is never thicker than water. SET AFTER ACOSF *Trigger Warning: ptsd, talks of SA, mature language and scenes, violence*

This is the story of a girl who had lost all hope, but who had learned to grow. A beautiful priestess who was known as Gwyneth, who had invisible scars and mental bonds choking her down-drowning her in the dark depths of her own mind. This is the story of a High Fae nymph with honey-amber hair, freckled face, and large teal eyes. This is her untold story of loving herself again, trusting others, making unbreakable friendships, and accepting the beautifully scarred outstretched hand. She was nothing, but now she is a warrior. She will be respected, she will be feared. All Rights to Sarah J. Maas. This story does have quotes and storyline from A Court of Silver Flames alongside my own writing and ideas.

Can her light lead them through the darkness? Or will she doom them to a life in shadows? Freesia has spent almost her entire life in darkness, locked in the depths of a dungeon deep below the Autumn Court Manor. Her father, the High Lord of Autumn, put her there after her mother died when she was sixteen. Freesia was suddenly, after five centuries, ripped from the depths of her darkness and placed into the arms of Mor, her childhood best friend, and Azriel, the shadowsinger that saved her life. Can Freesia re-adapt to the world she knows so little about? Or will she crumble under the pressure of what she has become?