Acotarfanfiction Stories

Azriel has always lived in the shadows-feared, endured, but never truly known. So when Rhysand assigns a calm, empathic female to keep an eye on the Night Court's unravelling Spymaster, Azriel wants nothing to do with her. He doesn't need watching. He certainly doesn't need someone gentle enough to notice how badly he's falling apart. But she never pries. Never fears his scars, his silence, or the darkness wrapped around him. Instead, she waits beside him in quiet libraries, patches him up without pity, and stays when everyone else would leave. And for the first time in centuries, Azriel realises how dangerous it is to be cared for.

Prompt - I would like to request a Azriel story. The reader is a healer and she saves azriel's life. Then, when he get better, he comes back to thank the reader and they find that they are mates

ACOTAR Fanfiction Andra is forced to compete in the dark queen Amarantha's "Court of Champions", a group of Prythian's most highly skilled warriors who are forced to fight to the death in a spectacle of bloodshed every Solstice celebration Under the Mountain. Andra has given up hope of living through Amarantha's cruelty. In her final Solstice battle - the one Andra knows will kill her - she's matched with an opponent unlike any she's ever faced before...

Hey Followers, In this story I talk about my feelings and I have a fan fiction going on Stay Cool my Baby Illyrians! #743 in Random (3/11/2017) #701 in Random (4/11/2017) #683 in Random (11/11/2017) #639 in Random (13/11/2017) #638 in Random (13/12/2017)

Gracelynn is the daughter of a lesser lord in the Winter Court. She has accepted her position and responsibilities in life, until an arranged marriage changes everything. Gracelynn's life drastically changes when she leaves behind everything she knows for something she has always dreamed of: a life of her own choosing. *We're pretending that this is either before Feyre is even born or that she doesn't exist at all LOL* **Please leave comments and feel free to correct me on things! The SJM universe has so much detail and I want to do her and the characters justice**

❝ I can't believe I'm saying this,❞ he breathed, running a hand through his long hair. Nesta held her breath, anticipation coiling in her belly. ❝ I can't live without you.❞ Highest rankings: #2 in Nessian #4 in acotarfanfiction #11 in nestaarcheron

A Court Of Dusk and Destruction Prequel! The Highlord of Night is mates with the Heir to Dusk Court. However, this puts fear in the other courts, but what will they do against the two most powerful courts in Prythian? Even many within these courts have reason to end their union. With war and death, Dusk fell to Night. The story that became a legend to all of what is now the Nightcourt was never just a myth, but history.

i dont hv this yet

❝ Nesta, wait. I can explain-❞ "I don't care to hear your excuses, confessions or apologies right now-" she whirled around to face him. "Save it," she spat. "Nesta, please-" he started, but she was already gone. #6 in acotarfanfiction #16 in nestaarcheron

A fanfiction story inspired by ACOTAR. A fae from the spring court, Viola, runs away from her abusive home. Along the way, she happens to stumble across a special Illyrian soldier, our beloved shadow singer. There's an undeniable connection between the two. Has destiny finally come to claim Azriel's heart once and for all?

A crossover between ToG and ACOTAR series. (Contains spoilers for Tower of Dawn and A court of frost and Star light) INCOMPLETE! WILL NOT BE PICKING UP AGAIN

In a vast land of magic and wealth, there ruled seven high ladies. Some were fair, some were cruel, and some chose to rule in solitude. Among them was the most powerful high lady ever to exist... The High Lady of the Night Court *an ACOTAR retelling*

I just wanted to write a fic where Azriel is how he would be in the original series! This takes place after the ending of ACOSF. Y/N is a Peregryn warrior from the Dawn Court, and she finds herself assigned to a mission with Azriel from the Night Court. The two fae grow... close while spending time together in the forest.

She thought he was just a quiet guardian. He noticed everything. An elementary school teacher with a soft heart and steady rules collides with Nyx's shadowed, watchful uncle-new in town, unsettlingly perceptive, and far too controlled to be harmless. What starts as polite exchanges quickly becomes something more. As lines blur between professional distance and undeniable pull, she finds herself drawn to the way he watches, protects, and chooses with quiet certainty-especially when he steps in for her, without hesitation, when no one else does. He doesn't do half-things. And once he decides she's his... there's no turning back.

Before Thea was born her mother captured a Suriel, desperate to know why the babe in her belly felt unnervingly strange. After learning that the babe was cursed born, the High Lord of the Spring court and his mate travelled to Hybern seeking out their friend, the King. Thea was given to the King in hopes that somewhere in his books of spells he could find a way to remove the magic that cursed their daughter, and then be returned back to them. Over 500 years later, after her family was killed by the Night Court and the King who went against his promise by torturing and experimenting on her is dead, she escapes. Fulled by a lust for revenge on the Night Court and the younger brother in the Spring Court, who never came for her after their parents were murdered. She will not go down easily, not after spending the last five centuries planning, listening and learning.

An ACOTAR Fix Fic. When a terrifying human/lion/faerie/monster/thing storms into her family's hut to kidnap her little sister Feyre, ultimate Eldest Daughter Nesta takes off into the woods after her. Wacky adventures ensue including Amaranthathon, the hottest reality TV show on Prythian Plus.

Nobody expected the female that tried to kill The High Lord and Lady of Night's son would become so significant to The Night Court.

After the war with Hybern, Velaris is still learning how to breathe again. Naia arrives in the Night Court carrying too many secrets, too much old magic, and a glamour carefully built to make her look ordinary. She is not fae. She is not human. And she is certainly not as helpless as she wants everyone to believe. When Amren decides that boredom is a perfectly acceptable reason to hand her over to Cassian for training, Naia is pulled into the dangerous warmth of the Inner Circle: morning coffee, sharp jokes, hidden libraries, old wounds, impossible magic, and a home she never meant to want. Cassian is not looking for another complication. Naia is not looking to be seen. Unfortunately, the Night Court has a habit of finding the truth beneath every mask. A slow-burn ACOTAR fanfiction about secrets, healing, friendship, desire, jealousy, found family, and choosing love without fate deciding it first. Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. I do not own ACOTAR, Prythian, Velaris, the Night Court, or any canon characters. All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas. Naia and original plot elements are mine.

With Velaris now open to the Hewn City, Cyra goes to visits. She soon is determined to dig through Prythian's history to discover why they were separated for so many generations in the first place. Will the mythical, missing eighth court be found? And will it cause even more discord between the divided courts that were never meant to be one?