Courtofnightmares Stories

When I was born it was always Thesan and Athena never mind the fact that I was born 7 minutes before him and the same was true through all of our life. When our father died it was no exception you would think that the first born child would be crowned, false, apparently it's only the first born male. But I guess it wasn't totally awful when Thesan was crowned High Lord of the Dawn Court he assigned me Commander of the Dawn Court's Armies. Well until he met his lover but I'm getting ahead myself. This is where my story begins. I did not create any of these characters, places, or basic storylines. Our beautiful Sarah J Mass did us the honor of creating them. The only thing I have created is Athena and her story.

She wore her truth in her eyes Molded stones of love and tragedy and freckled constellations of pleasures and pain from a life's true story -ATTICUS

Tamlin has taken Feyre back to the Spring Court and is attempting to get her settled in and back to normal. Feyre on the other hand is planning her course of revenge to destroy all that Tamlin is while taking a page from Rhysands book and pretending to love hi. A Court of Thorns and Roses book 3 / A Court of Mist and Fury book 3 - Fan Fiction for the first chapter of the next book in the series "A Court of Darkness and Deceit".

If Rhysand's mother Aithusa and younger sister Rhiannon survived the attack by the Spring Court and were at his side along with the Inner Circle for the coming centuries. Also featuring a backstory on the relationship between Rhys' parents, young Rhys, Cassian and Azriel getting up to various shenanigans, as well as some Court of Nightmares fix-it. * He felt it, then. A golden, unbreakable thread forming between him and the wretched Illyrian girl bound to a whipping post. At the sight of the knife heading for her wings, Morcant lost control for the first time in centuries. Lethal darkness erupted, misting the Illyrians restraining the girl into nothing. Stunned, scared, the crowd hastily parted to let the High Lord walk over to the whipping post. The girl looked like a cornered animal; terrified, but she snarled as he drew closer. Morcant grabbed her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him, to get a good look at her. She had Illyrian features, rough-hewn and rugged, rather than the fine, polished beauty of a High Fae, though there was a kind of wild charm about her. The bond snapped in place for her then. Those dark brown eyes widened in shock and a sudden, terrible understanding as they met his own. The murmur of the crowd rose as they began to sense the bond too. Morcant only had eyes for her, however, wretched though she was. She hadn't looked away from him either, swallowing once, before fixing a tight, almost wry smile on her face. "Aithusa," She held out a filthy hand for him to shake, spitting a globule of blood over her shoulder and tossing her dark curly hair out of her face. The famously cold High Lord of Night couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at her nerve. He shook her hand - which, he noted, was trembling despite her boldness - rather than offer the customary courtly kiss on the back of the hand.

Where am I? I look around and I see a black haired purple eyed male that looks strangely familiar. He looks at me with the same look of distance recognition. Then the darkness comes, I feel a presence tapping at my mind. I quickly send a wave of fire towards my intruder. I look up and I see the same male looking at me with fear and confusion in his eyes, Then I woke up with Rowan beside me. Rhys There was this girl she reminded me of someone i once knew. Her eyes glowed with pain and fire but she stood strong. Her unwavering blue eyes started into my purple ones. I sent my conscious out to her but it was stopped by a wall of everburing fire. Fire I had only seen from one person in my life before. But she was dead right? When Evaelin was younger she lived in a different world a world where there were no high fae and humans were't seen as slaves. She met her husband when she was young they did know it yet but they would rule a kingdom one day. One day Evaelin found a book in the library of Oryth called the Walking Dead. She used this book and accidentally walked worlds with no way to get back. She had a child named Rhysand in this world. Rhoe spent years searching for her an she finally figured out how to get to her. He also came to Prythian and saw Evaelin in private then she fell pregnant with his child. She raised this child as if it was her husbands and her other child's half brother. One day all hell broke loose and her and her little daughter were set to be executed but the gods needed her child for their own reasons so they transported the family of three back to Erilia. They were safe but Evaelin had to leave her son behind.

"𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.. 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬." "𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞." "𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭." ─ {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─ october had never been so lonely. but autumn went by far too quickly to care. ─ {.⋅ ♫ ⋅.} ─ lightsofvelaris | 2021 - do not repost - updates every wednesday ☆

Elora is a human. Weak and wasting away in her tiny village. She wishes that her life was better. More... fulfilling. Rhysand is the High Lord of the Night Court. Strong and everything that Elora was not. He has dreams for his court, of course. But also for himself. At first they seem like opposites. But you know what the Cauldron always says, Like calls to like. !DISCLAIMER! All characters except Elora belong to Sarah J. Mass. All plot and story is mine. References to the books but I'm only on book two so bear with me.

Ever wish Rhysand was morally black? Rhysand, the master of the Court of Nightmares, had sent shifters to patrol the border to the human lands. When a human kills a fae in the form of a wolf, Feyre is brought before her new master as his prisoner.

"These are the magnets which so strongly move and work all night upon thy light and love, as beauteous shapes, we know not why, command and guide the eye." Amarantha had destroyed numerous lives, especially Aurilena Sterle's. After the murder of her family, as requested by Amarantha herself, she fled to the Spring Court. Even when the blight swept over Prythian, she remained, choosing to become Tamlin's political advisor despite the bad blood between her home court and his. Their time was coming to an end when their saving grace appeared. Will Feyre Archeron be able to save them or will she only doom them further? What happens when morals change, alliances shift, friendships are pushed to the limit, wars begin to bloom, and romance with the unexpected comes to the surface? You may be able to take the girl out of the Court of Nightmares, but can you ever truly take the Court of Nightmares out of the girl?