histórias de Erisvanserra

After the failed attempt at binding the Night and Autumn Courts together through the marriage of the Morrigan and Eris it leaves Beron's suposide heir without a bride. Leaving another young royal girl in the cross fire of the Vanserra family. After almost fifty years of peace Beron and the High Lord of Dawn, Thesan's father, agrees to part with his younger daughter. Leaving young Melona on a long journey in learning to survive the cut throat Autumn Court and learn to tollerate her newly betrothed. (Prequil to ACOTAR)

A young Illyrian women who runs away from her court only to find herself making a new family in a new court and career of music when all of a sudden she is stuck... under a mountain... with people who might recognize her from her past. She will do anything for her family she has made. The first chapter includes an introduction with a little bit more back story for my character. Pre-ACOTAR thru ACOSF All rights belong to Sarah J. Maas except my characters

Xaiden Vanserra, the sixth son of Highlord Beron Vanserra and Lady Auroa Vanserra, has been undergoing a massive task. He has partnered with a skilled Dawn court heeler to make a new type of lightweight prosthetics for soldiers that have lost limbs but still want to fight. While undergoing this massive undertaking he will discover things about himself he thought he'd buried under his skin a long time ago.

Eris finds someone who he thought forever lost.

"To her I am the storm, As I fall for her in all ways possible. May it be as quiet as the rain or as loud as the thunder , it didn't matter because I am hopelessly unapologetically hers. The only difference is I will never stop, not as the world burns to nothing but dust or as time stops flying, because even then I will love her. -Eris Vanserra "You know, I once asked him if he was an artist because they create. That is what they do , that is what I do. But he said no, which I find quite funny because in his own peculiar way he had made my life, my world better. He set the universe on fire yet not once was I burned as I loved all of him, even the parts that were broken." -Dandelion Hollowswiff Not even the Mother would have knows that the loud, cheerful, human bard would barge her way into the heart of the grumbling, trickster, fae heir of the autumn court. Who just so happens to be on a quest to find the very object that could destroy or heal the world.

[Gwynriel Week 2 Day 2 - Headcanons. --Eris is Gwyn's Father-- ] Azriel and Gwyn attend their monthly family dinner at the Autumn Court Forest House. Tension between her father and mate cause her to erupt with powers she has been trying very hard to keep in check.

It is solstice time again, but things are different this year. Elain isn't finding she is walking in on dinners already started, and gift exchanges taking place. Something doesn't add up, and something hurts.

Liv Vanserra had always been "Eris' twin". Never her own twin. Forced to do what her father and brother asked of her. She only fully allowed herself to become the ruthless killing machene known to most as Siren, after what had happened to Mor, who had been her only ally in the Autumn Court. And eventually, she began to enjoy it. But when Mor comes back to get revenge on Eris for what he did to her, Liv must make a choice - live a life where she can escape the horrors of her past by not making her own choices, or finally stand up for herself.

Beneath layers of thick, insignificant letters and trade agreements, his hand closed on a sealed letter stamped with the blood-red wax of the crest of Autumn. His pulse spikes, pounding hard enough to make his vision blur momentarily. He knew before he broke the seal that whatever was inside was meant for anyone besides him. And still, his scarred fingers slid underneath the wax and tore it open. Eris. Mate. Bond. The words carved into Azriel like a blade. His knees nearly buckled, and for a heartbeat, he told himself this had to be a lie, some elaborate version of a cruel joke. But the paragraph dripped with truth. Eris's truth. And Rhysand's silence. (A/N: Yes I'm the original author from AO3. My friend convinced me to post on here too. Also I do love Wattpads comment system. Its so peak at times ;))

Have you ever dreamed of getting into your favorite book or dating your favorite character? I will try to fulfill these dreams here. A collection of Imagine-drabbles with Y/N on the universe of the book series "A Court of Thorns and Roses".

The Court of Firehearts and Burningsouls face the coldest nights of Autumn, the fires are dead and even the flickering embers have disappeared. Will the Autumn Court rise from the Ashes of Ruin and Sorrow? The broken bodies of Lovers and Mates?

‹ - I would perish for you. I would bloodstain my hands if you asked me to. And I will do it with a joy in my heart. ₎ pre-acotar to acomaf astra × rhysand ×feyre 2025

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

It was well-known that Autumn Court males were hot-headed. They had fire in their veins and if you ever angered one of them, they were quick to strike where it hurt. Eris was no different, though he preferred words over physical altercations, shattering his enemy's ego without a second thought. It always amused you...until you found yourself on the receiving end after a tense argument.

[DISCONTINUED UNLESS I HAVE READERS COMMENT ME THAT THEY WANT MORE, IF SO, VERY SLOW UPDATES] As much as he'd like to forget, Rhysand isn't an only child. It's been a few hundred years since his sister had died, and every since that day, he had never uttered her name. It was too painful, even worse than the death of his mother. They had at least found her body. The Night Court had forgotten about her, and her name would be lost to the throngs of Fae history. Little did they know, Carina wasn't dead. She was trapped. What happens when she is finally discovered and rescued, learning that over 200 years have passed? That there has been two wars that have passed, her brother was tortured Under the Mountain, and is mated to the savior of Prythian? With other problems that arise, how will Carina navigate a world that has lived long without her?

ACOTAR FANDOM story of a possible mating bond between Eris and Vassa

Cutthroat? Yes Annoying? Yes Tempting? Yes And the list went on..... The above list was how Lilliana Mae preferred to describe Eris Vanserra. Not her favourite prince however she had no choice but to put up with him. And don't be fooled, she wasn't also his favourite royal from the scheming winter court. But did any of that prevent Kallias from setting them up? No. .......................................................... "I sincerely apologize, for looking extremely handsome and stealing the spotlight darling." "And here I thought, you'd suck it up and apologize Vanserra."

A fae from the continent has been sent on a mission to Prythian, but she and her dragon companion are injured on the way, and they take refuge in The Middle. surrounding courts feel the new energy of these foreigners, and both Autumn and Night investigate. What happens when her mission moves to Autumn and she has to stay in the forest house with newly crowned Eris. How is she to keep the existence of her dragon a secret, and her attraction to High Lord Eris under wraps.? Disclaimer: the world and *majority* of the characters aren't mine, they have been created by Sarah j Maas Use of Y/n

t h e s w e e t e s t s o n g i ' v e e v e r s u n g w a s l e a r n i n g t o l o v e y o u t h r o u g h e v e r y t h i n g y o u ' v e d o n e a n d w h a t y o u ' v e b e c o m e b e c a u s e o f i t. - k a l i s t a a r a s e l i ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ In which the daughter of the General of the Night Court and the most powerful goddess to have ever lived, meets her red hot headed mate of the Autumn Court. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ All rights belong to SJM. Characters such as the MC and others that are not mentioned in the books or universe belong to me. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■ E R I S V A N S E R R A × C A S S I A N ' S D A U G H T E R