Summary: Y/n Archeron is a cold and sometimes cruel human who was turned fae against her will. As she navigates her life as a fae, she begins developing feelings for Azriel. Having never been in love makes her weary of these new found feelings. Whenever he gets closer than she anticipates, she pushes him away*. *at least for first 30 chapters, the rest would be spoilers.

It was a known fact: the veil between the worlds was getting thinner and thinner, so the possibility of a crash was already a certainty. The rumors started a long time ago, but no one did anything to stop it. Fortunately, time passed, we went through wars and race exterminations, but the Faerie Realms and the Mortal Lands remained almost the same, some richer and some poorer. Nobody was talking about the fallen, until now, when the fates started working their old, wicked magic and gave us an early Summer Soltice gift: an unprepared girl who was sent tumbling from the sky. Tumultuous and dangerous. Bitter and heart-rending. This is the story of the Evening Star, of the young woman who wields the Sun in her hands and wears the Moon upon her throat. Of the Cursed Crown, which bows to no master it does not choose. And of the man born of shadows, irrevocably bound to her by the tongue of death itself. And, in the end, it is also the story of us: the nothingness that reached, at last, for something greater than ruin. I am the Bloody Blade, former leader of the first legion, last of my kind, banished and tormented by dark memories and here is the beginning of our story. 𓆩✴𓆪 Content Warning: This story contains explicit sexual content (including consensual and non-consensual elements), graphic violence, trauma, and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised. 𓆩✴𓆪 This is a slow-burn story. The protagonists do not meet immediately, and the beginning focuses heavily on worldbuilding and character development. If you're looking for a lighthearted romance that progresses quickly, this may not be the story for you. 𓆩✴𓆪 Chapters average between 8,000 and 10,000 words.

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

Completed. AzrielxFemale OC - Slow Burn, Fluff, Smut, Soft Az. Lots of Action/Story/Other character involvement. "Coming back is like swimming up to the surface. If you almost drowned already, it takes a while to feel safe taking a breath." The Shadowsinger gets distracted on a raid by a gentle natured female that appears out of place in the camp he's just taken over. He gets his job done, but takes critical moments to pull her aside and offer her refuge in his home city of Velaris. The risk of their conversation costs him, and the next few months are spent overcoming the repercussions, both physical and emotional. Dark magic swirls in Prythian, calling on spells more ancient than the High Lords and Ladies have seen in centuries and wreaking havoc on those who are too young to even recognize the source. A war is brewing and a quiet battle is already raging for the loyalty of the only healer in Prythian possessing the skills to identify and fight back against the sorcery. How will young and old, light and dark, pain and forgiveness, come together to save the land, and each other? Disclaimer: I own none of the characters or places referenced here. All belong to Sarah J. Maas.

With the war against Hybern over, Prythian is finally able to breathe. That is, until four women are brought into a dream where they discover that they are more closely connected to the Cauldron than they once thought, and are now in grave danger. Things have awoken from deep beneath the earth. The power of the Cauldron broke the spells holding them back, and they are now on the hunt for it. They will stop at nothing until they have it. Monsters from another time, beings with enough power to reshape the world, and all they need is the Cauldron. Niana searches for those that share her connection, leading her to the Night Court. What she didn't plan for, though, was to be thrown into a past she desperately wished to forget. Secrets are forcibly brought to the light, and unknown feelings spark between herself and the one person she can't stand. ✩ ✩ ✩ "Take off your glamor," he said against my lips, voice rough. "I want to see it all," he whispered. I held a breath. "I'm afraid you'll hate what I am." "I could never hate you." ✩ ✩ ✩ Azriel x OC published on both Wattpad and AO3

This is a Throne of Glass and A Court of Thorns and Roses crossover. Both series are by SJM. A story between the daughter of Terresan and son of the Night Court. ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ ✧ "'𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘭𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺.'" ✧ ｡☆✼★━━━━━━━━━━━━★✼☆｡ As one would say, ┊ ┊┊┊┊┊ "ʷʰᵉⁿ ʷᵒʳˡᵈˢ ᶜᵒˡˡⁱᵈᵉ" ┊ ┊┊┊┊⋆ ✧　 　 · 　 ✧　✵ ┊┊┊☆ *　　 * ⋆ ┊┊★ * ┊┊* . *　✦ ┊☆ ° ✧　 　 · ★*

ACOTAR AU Because some love stories begin with fate. This one begins with a warning. Rhysand's twin sister x many many fae This story may be triggering to some due to its nature.

❝ 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗱𝗼 𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗱? to grow up surrounded by cruelty and expected to live up to that same expectation? to live never having seen the stars, or the sun, or even just the damn sky? i do. that was my life for eighteen years before you came along and saved everyone. saved me. so maybe i am a monster, feyre. i don't deny it. but at least i'm 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 to live a better life instead of just giving up. ❞ ━━━━━ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝘢𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘰𝘤 𝘹 𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓 ❛ you said i killed you-haunt me, then! [...] be with me always-take any form-drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where i cannot find you! ❜ 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄, acotar pre a court of thorns and roses violentbluess, 2026

What do you do when the Universe turns out to be a malicious clerk and hands you a medi-cal death sentence with an impending expiration date? Zoriana has no intention of fainting in a doctor's arms or waiting for anyone's pity. She packs comfortable shoes, her heaviest sarcasm, and moves straight to Velaris. Her plan is brilliant in its simplicity: hole up in the Velaris library, scare off anyone who tries to get close to her, and count down the days to the end in absolute, holy peace. After all, the City of Starlight is the easiest place to hide your own fading. The problem is that in the Fae world, nothing-and certainly not dying-can be simple. Instead of isolation, her icy indifference and sharp tongue have the exact opposite effect. Before Zoriana even manages to shelve her first encyclopedia, she has the three most power-ful, stubborn men of two worlds on her hands, who absolutely refuse to acknowledge the word "no": • Rhysand - the High Lord who treats her resistance as a personal challenge to his inflated ego. • Azriel - the Silent Spymaster whose murderous shadows suddenly demand the com-pany of an ordinary mortal. • Ruhn Danaan - the Prince of Midgard, who devoutly believes that an illegal motor-cycle, neon lights, and breaking the rules will cure any ailment. Zoriana prepared for death. She did not, however, prepare for a testosterone-fueled circus, immortal aristocrats with no self-preservation instinct, and a court that will do anything to drag her into their lives. Only, how do you defend yourself against feelings when, with every tick of the clock, you have less and less sun left? This story is a non-profit fanfiction written solely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI