This fanfic follows the bonus chapters given from Azriel's POV after A Court of Silver Flames. In this continuation, Gwyn and Azriel explore their new potential relationship as they try to navigate their lives after the Blood Rite. This story contains mature content, pretty much near the beginning so-read at your own risk. Characters are from the world of ACOTAR, credit to Sarah J Maas.

Eblis survived years of torment in the hands of Hybern, an enemy continent disrupting the peace of Prythian and the Human Realms below it. She suffered things many wouldn't be able to handle, and lived in the shadow of it's king for five fear-filled centuries. When she gets word that the King of Hybern had been killed, she finally found her chance to escape and return to the Night Court, the last home she ever remembered. The Spymaster of the Night Court returns from Hybern as well, with news of an uprising from the newly anointed Queen and Heiresses. Doubtful of Eblis's true loyalties, he continues to watch Eblis in fear that she'll take the family he had and rip it apart. As he goes, he picks up the pieces of her bloody past and puts them together to form the broken Illyrian female. What he finds, what he discovers, what he feels, is forever disrupted. I DO NOT CLAIM ACOTAR AS MY OWN I AM JUST WRITING FANFIC!!! 5/02/20 1k reads ☆☆ 5/26/21 1k votes 6/25/20 2k reads ☆☆ 11/8/21 2k votes 10/14/20 4k reads ☆☆ 10/24/22 4k votes 12/27/20 6k reads ☆☆ 11/04/24 6k votes 2/17/21 8k reads 3/12/21 10k reads 6/15/21 20k reads 8/17/21 30k reads 11/26/21 40k reads 1/28/22 50k reads 3/25/23 100k reads 10/15/24 150k reads #1 in "Everything's Cancelled Awards" (fanfiction section) #1 in "Mousetails Summer 2020 Awards" (Fanfiction section) (go check it out they even interviewed me lmao) #1 in "Eunoia Awards" (Fanfiction section duh)

Azriel X Scarlett Vanserra (Eris' Eldest Daughter). 18+ Spiciness and a bit of a slow burn!!!! What happens when your High Lord and Lady agree to temporarily house your nemesis' offspring? Well falling in love and finding his mate was certainly not the answer Azriel was expecting. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ I glance at Nesta who watches her mate slowly tethering on the edge of becoming unconscious as he refuses to tap out. "You want to call it or will we be down a trainer today?" I ask quietly as her eyes fume with rage over Scarletts victory. "That's enough." She snaps, projecting her voice. "He's done." Releasing him, Scarlett drops her grip and Cassian falls forward gasping for air. Turning on her heels she cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. "What do you say, Shadowsinger... up for a match?" Definitely Eris' daughter. The familiar arrogant and cocky attitude briefly shows on her face before she once again puts on the stoic expression of a warrior who can't be read. Not vocalizing my acceptance, I simply walk into the fighting area as Cassian shifts off to stand with his mate. No doubt another bet is being placed. "Nesta." She calls out without taking her eyes off me. "You call it." Changing her stance to a different one than what she started with in Cassian's fight I see just how smart she is. She's already switching her strategy up before she sees me make a move. "On three!" Nesta's voice calls through the air and I keep my focus on the female in front of me, her Amber eyes burning into me. "One!" A breeze blows and her scent fills my nose. Cider, cinnamon... mmm crisp leaves. "Two!" A living embodiment of Autumn. "Three!" Nesta calls and I wait for Scarlett to strike the first blow. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ A/N: I do not own any of these characters and this is a fanfic made for the fun of writing and the love of our fictional bat boys from the ACOTAR books! Notable Rankings: #1 erisvanserra #1 nightcourt #1 vanserra #1 acosf #3 spymaster #9 acotar

"Do you think you can stop me shadow singer?" Xander asked in an eerie voice as his eyes glowed. Xander's body thrummed with power every single one present there felt it. "Az, don't" Rhys warned as he eyed Xander. Azriel took a step forward and his breath hitched as he saw that there was no glinting grey eyes looking back at him. Xander's eyes shined golden in the dark as he looked Azriel dead in his eyes. "I will kill you if you stand in my way shadow singer" Xander taunted in the same voice. "If you kill me my mate will die and you will lose your vessel" Azriel retorted as his hands balled into fists. Xander tilted his head to one side and looked down at his chest and then turned towards Azriel's . "Then I will break the bond" Xander stated as his left hand wrapped in the middle air. Everyone's breath hitched as the golden string attached to his heart and Azriel's became visible. Azriel howled in pain as his knees gave out. Feyre and Rhys rushed to his side and held him. Rhys's throat bobbed as he gulped loudly. Cassian's siphons flared and formed a shield around Nesta , Amren and Mor to save them from Xander's wrath. Rhys surged forward to tackle Xander. "Don't be stupid boy" Xander threatened as he froze Rhys in midair. If any anyone had doubts about the extent of Xander's power it was cleared in that instant. Xander, Feyre, Amren and Nesta clutched their ears and fell to the ground as a shrill cried echoed in their ears. Rhys cradled Xander in his arms as his eyes fluttered open. Rhys breathed a shy of relief when he saw that his eyes weren't glowing. "Az" Xander breathed. Azriel crawled forward and kissed forehead. "You're alright" Azriel said and weaved his hands through his hair. Everything hit him like a tidal wave as the memories of what happened returned to his head. This is the story of Xander Archeron.The youngest of four. Twin to Elain the second youngest. Follow him through the events of his life.

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** Born with wings that should not exist, Evanora (ev-uh-NOR-uh) has spent her life hiding in the shadows of Illyria. Concealed by her mother's desperate invention - a dark paste to mask the white leather of her birth - she learned early that survival meant silence, invisibility, and secrets. But when grief, fear, and fury spark a forbidden light within her, Evanora's secret can no longer remain buried. Hunted by her own people, she finds herself swept into the heart of the Night Court, where power, danger, and beauty are entwined. There she meets the Shadowsinger - unreadable, relentless, a warrior who sees too much. Tasked with training her, he becomes both her harshest trial and her most unexpected tether. Yet as whispers of war rise across Prythian, and the Autumn Court stirs schemes that could burn the realm to ash, Evanora must confront what she is, what she fears, and the truth of the bloodline her mother died to protect. In a court of fire and darkness, of love and betrayal, light may be her greatest weapon. Or her doom. [Also on AO3 under stvrlightt_cerys]

Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harm

What would happen, if Cauldron didn't mated Rhys with Feyre but instead with an Illyrian girl, which he would save from the camp like his father saved his mother? This story provides you with a great deal of fluff between Rhys and Darcy. It follows somehow the plot of the original series, but it's changed as the story progresses thanks to the different protagonist as she has her own impact on the whole plot. I'm aiming to discover different sides of the characters we all know and love. How they would interact with someone that is not Feyre as Rhys' mate. How would the Prythian look like and face the challenges. The story begins with Darcy and Rhys already mated, to speed things up a little. If you want to read through their first interactions then please visit the first book of this series where I wrote just that. Characters might feel off, even though I tried to keep them as true to themselves as possible.
All characters originally found in canon are property of the most amazing author of fantasy, one and only, ours truly, Sarah J. Maas. AO3 - SribingWordSmith

"The Cauldron Made me. But something older claimed me." Gaia Archeron was never chosen. Not by magic, not by fate. She was a girl who survived because no one expected her to. Until she died. And when death came, it didn't keep her. Not when an ancient power-older than the Cauldron, older than Prythian-answered a forgotten wish and pulled her back. Now, something stirs beneath her skin. Starborn. Hollowed. Changed. Not quite mortal. Not quite Made. But something in between. And the world that let her die is not ready for what she's become. OC X Rhysand ****Disclaimer**** This is a work of fanfiction based on the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas. I do not own any part of the original universe, characters, or settings created by the author. All rights to the ACOTAR world belong to Sarah J. Maas and her publishers. Original characters, plotlines, and interpretations introduced in this story-such as Gaia Archeron and The Starborn Saga-are my own creation and meant for entertainment purposes only. This story is not intended for commercial use. First installment of The Starborn Saga ***Attention*** There will be some changes in the story line, but not enough that will mess with the original one.

What would've happened if Niklaus and Elijah shared a lover? What if this lover was known to be quite an enchantress with men? STARTED// 09//27//2020 ENDED//05//10//2021

"It was perfect. Everything we'd dreamed it would be. The only thing that wasn't perfect...is me." After the events of Shadowsinger, Solstice is coming up. The war is over and battle is done, but that doesn't mean the difficulty ends. Everyone in the Court of Dreams is scarred from the war and even with a bright future ahead, the past clings on like a shadow. Rumblings come from the Illyrian camps along with the Blood Rite coming up and things are far from settled. Kaira has to learn her duties and adapt fast or risk losing all her Court has fought for. Or she can take her own path and risk her Court. The choice is hers. **I DO NOT OWN ACOTAR OR ITS AFFILIATES, ONLY THE CHARACTERS AND SITUATIONS I CREATE**