Acotar Stories

LUCIENNA VANSERRA WAS THE YOUNGEST CHILD OF THE AUTUMN COURT HIGH LORD. She was born sickly, despised by her mother, her brothers filling the hole she left. Her path crosses with a night court spymaster once she is grown. Lucienna Vanserra was prepared to face the consequences once their mating bond snapped in place. Azriel x OC Female || All Rights Reserved ||

She died five hundred years ago. At least, that's what they believed. When a black dragon descends on a Prythian battlefield-with violet eyes no beast should have-the Night Court discovers that Rhysand's lost sister didn't die. She became something else entirely. Valerie has spent centuries walking between worlds, building an army from the broken and the forgotten, preparing for something ancient and inevitable. Now war has come to Prythian's doorstep, and she'll burn down anyone who threatens what's left of her family. Even if her family doesn't recognize her anymore. Even if coming home means facing the shadows that never forgot her. A multi-POV crossover across ACOTAR, Throne of Glass, and Crescent City, where the past never stays where you buried it. Mature content: explicit scenes, violence, and themes of trauma and captivity in later chapters.

Azriel, the Lord of Shadows, had grown accustomed over centuries to suffering in silence and operating in the dark. He never expected his most difficult mission to turn out to be a petite, ashen-haired girl. Instead of cowering in fear before three of the Night Court's most powerful warriors, the stranger audaciously breaks straight into the spy's mind with a single word that irrevocably turns his life upside down. When the mysterious runaway lands in a harsh Illyrian garrison, a dark romance quickly collides with the absurd reality of camp life. Demonstrating a complete lack of self-preservation, the girl wraps the unit's absolute worst, grumpiest veterans around her little finger in the blink of an eye. Step by step, completely unaware, she molds them into her own fiercely loyal squad, wreaking pure chaos in the barracks. The terrifying spy must now face an uneven battle for the affections of his destined mate. How do you win the heart of someone who harbors dark secrets and constantly gets into trouble? And above all-how is the Lord of Shadows supposed to win this rivalry, starting at a massive disadvantage against an overprotective camp fan club willing to burn the entire rulebook for their new favorite? This story is a non-profit fanfiction work, written purely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

For fifty years, Asteria survived. She survived the loss of her brother. She survived the war. She survived becoming the person everyone leaned on. But somewhere between duty and grief, she forgot how to live. She forgot how to fly. Then Azriel arrives at the mountain house half-frozen, wounded, exhausted-and everything begins to change. In the quiet of storms and candlelight, among shadows that adore her and wings she no longer remembers how to use, Asteria begins finding herself again. And somewhere between shadows, storms, and stolen moments, Azriel realizes there was never going to be an escape from her and why his shadows chose her centuries ago. A fantasy romance set in the Night Court. Slow burn. Mutual pining. Healing. Star magic. Wing care. Shadows with opinions. And a love story written softly between the stars. All characters and settings from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my original characters, scenes, and plot additions created for this fanfiction. This story is a non-profit work of fanfiction made purely for entertainment purposes. Happy Ending :)

An idyllic evening at the House of Wind comes to an abrupt end when Rhysand's legendary, impenetrable wards shatter like glass. From a volatile blue portal, a woman crashes straight onto the spotless floor-battered, reeking of burnt ozone, fresh blood, and pure fury. Instead of begging for asylum, however, the mysterious stranger decides to demolish the most powerful warriors in the history of Prythian. She shatters armor with her bare hands, outsmarts the Inner Circle, and throws the High Lord of the Night Court out a window with equal precision. Who is this deadly efficient, ashen-haired girl who moves with the precision of a veteran, couldn't care less about court etiquette, and can drive the most dangerous assassins to the brink of a nervous breakdown with a single sharp comeback? Everyone in Velaris is asking themselves one question: how does she know absolutely everything about them, and why does her sudden appearance turn their entire status quo upside down? Add to that a House of Wind jealous of its new tenant and a certain dark spy who suddenly begins to lose his icy indifference, and things get... deadly interesting. Will the Inner Circle survive an encounter with someone who doesn't look at them as authorities, but as spoiled amateurs? And what will happen when this lethally dangerous stranger collides with the darkness of someone who has no intention of keeping his distance? Get ready for an explosive mix of sarcasm, painful encounters with gravity, a slow-burn romance, and a relationship that will set every page on fire. This story is a non-profit fanfiction work, written purely for entertainment purposes. The story was translated from Polish by AI

❝ we're all great pretenders, aren't we? ❞ (pre-acotar to acowar) (eventual azriel x fem!oc) (ungodly- [2021])

To all of those like me, who secretly still wishes of going to a magical realm every time they walk through an arch of weirdly bended trees in the woods. To those who look forward to the next time they can close their eyes and dream themselves away to a place where magic is real. To those who read an unhealthy amount of fiction to disappear into a world where they can fly high enough to touch the skies. And to the stars who listen. Roughly follows the first book. 4(of 36) chapters posted This is a fanfiction based on the book series 'A court of thorns and roses' by Sarah J Maas. Only my character and alterations to the plot are mine.

Keeper of the Lost Cities Harry Potter A Court of Thornes and Roses Throne of Glass Heroes of Olympus Percy Jackson and the Olympians Highest Rankings #1 Crescent City #1 Poldark #1Throne of Glass #1 Tog #2 Memes #3 Downton Abbey

Zira has spent the last forty-nine years trapped under the mountain, ruled by a redheaded false Queen. Zira didn't have a choice in whether she stayed or left, seeing as the Queen knew she was her brother's weakness. now free from that mountain, Zira is trying to figure out who she is all while a war is brewing.

SHADOW&ICE! ACOTAR SERIES. (azriel x oc) Apricity Sanobar is one of Prythian's best kept secrets . . . So it's only fair the shadowed spymaster would be the one to unravel her, right ? book 1──star seeker prequel. can be read as a stand alone. a court of thorns and roses series: pre-acotar──post-acosf azriel&&&apricity sanobar gwyneth berdara&&&kinara eirayn ©️ atinyidea 2024.

Contains slight spoilers for my main series, so read at your own risk :) This will be an assortment of short stories & novellas that standalone within my writing in the ACOTAR multiverse. The first three stories will have a very direct tie in to the second book in the "Songs" series: A Song of Justice CH1 is from Rhysand's Mother's POV, during her first Midwinter with the Boys, as children. CH2 is about Tamlin meeting Rhysand's Sister, Alexia for the first time told from her POV. Ch3 is in the POV of Guardian Riyah's foster Mother, Kaya, as she and her partner use magic and their wits investigate crimes by Fae against Humans in Pre Wall, Pre Hybern War South Prythian. Ch 4 is How Johan Acheron brought an Armada to Prythian, to fight Hybern Ch5 is from the POV of Rowan Vanserra and Highlord Helion, detailing how they came to be close, and the circumstances he rescued her from. Ch 6 is POV of Guardian Rohi as he tries to earn the trust of his newly rescued successor, a traumatized child who will become the future Air Prime. Ch 7, 8, 9 an alternate timeline: Azriel uses the Harp from the Dread Trove to leap thru time to join his Bondmate Riyah in a war torn future.

Eris Vanserra hadn't thought about marriage since his failed engagement to Morrigan. He assumed his father hadn't either-he was gravely mistaken. Centuries after that first failure, Beron Vanserra has decided it is time for his heir to wed, and he has chosen a bride: Isla Ashthorne. The Ashthornes possess a rare and coveted power: blood wielding-a power Beron covets for himself. For years, Isla and her mother have carefully spread rumors of her being mostly powerless, keeping her true abilities hidden. In the Autumn Court, females are little more than pawns, and Isla has no intention of being sold to the highest bidder-not while knowing that her powers would ultimately belong to her husband. Isla is the first female in her family to carry the gift of blood wielding, and her legacy will change everything. When the High Lord decrees their union, Eris and Isla will discover the heavy cost of hollow oaths.

One minute, Sienna Quinn is asleep in her tiny Jersey apartment. The next, she wakes in a bed that is definitely not hers - beside Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. There are ancient wards, winged warriors, a sentient House with opinions, and absolutely no coffee. Sienna has no phone, no way home, and no explanation for how she appeared in the most protected bedroom in Velaris. To the Inner Circle, she is an impossible problem. To Cassian, she is a training disaster waiting to happen. To Mor, she is clearly worth keeping. To Azriel, she is suspicious. To Amren, she is already too much. And to Rhysand, she is becoming a riddle he should not enjoy solving. A lighthearted ACOTAR portal-fantasy fanfiction full of banter, found family, slow-burn tension, Velaris chaos, and one very under-caffeinated girl from New Jersey. Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. Canon characters, settings, and world belong to Sarah J. Maas. Sienna Quinn and original plot elements belong to me.

After three years of being locked away and tormented Genevieve is pretty sure she is never going to find her freedom again. That is, until the High Lord of the Night Court and his inner circle learn of her enslavement. Finally free after years of darkness and torture, Genevieve and her ward Willow must now decide what to do with the rest of her immortal life. Not only that, she must decide what to do with the mysterious Shadow-singer who became her salvation. *I will try to update regularly, but college is insane. Also, chapters marked with * have been rewritten or edited.

If a bond can be forged, can it be broken? When the Cauldron chooses your mate, what happens when your heart chooses another? Long before Rhysand and Tamlin became enemies, Esme-the youngest daughter of Spring-travelled to the human lands and unknowingly seeded her own demise. Bound to marry into Hybern, Rhysand offers her a bargain: his hand in marriage in exchange for a kiss. But when blood is spilled between Night and Spring, the bargain becomes a trap and Esme finds herself imprisoned in the Night Court with only the shadows for company. Fifty years later, Hybern has taken everything from her. She returns to Pyrthian to find Rhysand has begun forging bonds the Cauldron never intended and the Shadowsinger who once kept her company becomes something far more dangerous-a love she cannot have. Esme wants revenge. First, she will destroy Hybern. And then she will destroy the Cauldron itself. A Swan Lake-inspired Rhysand x OC x Azriel story about fated mates, destiny and choice. Update every Wednesday.

Wind wielders were extinct, as rare as shadow singers, and hunted into extinction millennia ago. Except for one. Zara Aphelion was living a double life, cast in the shadow of her own legend. Forced to hide her lineage and abilities, Zara struggles to navigate the beginnings of the second war, and to shoulder the burdens of the secrets she's forced to keep for the Dawn Court. But when a certain shadow singer discovers her secrets and forces them out into the open, everything goes to hell, and Zara is thrust down a past she could never have prepared herself for All rights go to Sarah j Mass, except for Zara and her storyline

In which a priestess with a complicated past becomes more important than even a spymaster could predict... - "She'll mend what's broken with a breath, but every stitch will stitch her death. The brighter she shines, the sooner she'll fade, Unmade by the magic she once made. But hush... should one return what none can claim, a gift undone by truer name, if silence speaks and night kneels low, if what was never born still grows, then thread may twist and fate be stayed, but not undone - nor yet repaid" - Azriel x original female character

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.