Acotarfanfiction Stories

She was everything Azriel wasn't-bold where he was restrained, loud where he was silent, fearless where he was guarded. Flirting with the Shadowsinger started as a game, an easy way to watch the most composed male in Velaris lose his composure but somewhere between stolen glances, jealousy, and almost-confessions, the lines began to blur. What was once harmless fun became something neither of them could ignore-and suddenly, the shadows around him weren't the only thing drawn to her.

Sequel to The Forgotten Sister. Cal is trapped in the Prison after the High Priestesses sealed her in the body of a naga, while Azriel and his friends mourn over her real body which seems to be lifeless except for the rhythmic beating of her heart. Even after escaping the Prison, troubles more serious await Cal. Will Cal be able to resist the fragmentation of her mind while remaining sane? I only own my original characters like Calypso and the others. Main characters are owned by our respected author, SJM. None of the artworks are mine, they are owned by their respective creators.

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...

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

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.

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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)

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.

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

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?

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.

❝ 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

❝ 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 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?

The worst heartbreaks don't arrive all at once. They happen slowly-through missed calls, tired silences, almost-texts, and the quiet realisation that love can still exist while two people fall apart. When she and Eris decide to "take space," it's supposed to help them breathe. Instead, it leaves them haunted by everything the other used to fill. No betrayal. No dramatic ending. Just two people who loved each other deeply and somehow lost their way. But distance has a cruel way of revealing what matters most. And when life keeps pulling them back into each other's orbit, they're forced to face the question they avoided from the start. Was the relationship failing... or were they?

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**

Elain Archeron was never meant to be seen. Soft. Quiet. Forgettable. That's what they believed. That's what she let them believe. But something in her changed the moment she was Made-and Azriel was the only one who noticed. Because his shadows did. They don't just follow her. They listen. They *recognize* her. And Azriel knows what that means. He's lived with shadows his entire life-knows what they are, what they come from, what they take from you. So he keeps his distance. Keeps his silence. Because if Elain begins to unravel the way he once did- He won't be able to stop it. But Elain doesn't need to be told something is wrong. She feels it. In the spaces between seconds. In the moments she can't remember. In the reflection that doesn't always move when she does. And when her mind begins to fracture-when the shadows stop listening to Azriel and start answering to her- The truth becomes impossible to ignore: The power inside her isn't new. It's been there all along. Watching. Waiting. And it was never meant to belong to just one of them. In a world where shadows are not what they seem, and sight is more dangerous than blindness... Some truths don't come to light. They wait in the dark.

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*

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.