Erisvanserra Geschichten

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

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)

** All rights to characters and plotline belong to Sarah J Maas, this is completely a fanfiction and I take no credit for the characters and places that Sarah J Maas has created** The fires have gone out-but the smoke still clings. The Autumn Court lies in ruin after Beron's fall, its forests choked by ash and old magic. Eris Vanserra now wears the crown he spent centuries surviving to earn, but every breath tastes of smoke and memory. His people fear him, his brothers despise him, and the land itself rejects his rule. When the Dawn Court sends Kallista Talfryn, a life-healer whose touch can coax the earth back to bloom, Eris expects condescension-he finds defiance instead. Barefoot, blunt, and utterly unimpressed by power, Kallista sees through every mask he forged to survive. Her presence soothes the poisoned soil ... and unsettles the High Lord who guards it. Together they must cleanse the rot Beron left behind, yet the deeper they dig, the more truth burns through the smoke. In a court built on lies, trust is the most dangerous magic of all-and sweetness, once tasted, is impossible to forget. A slow-burn romance of redemption and renewal in the world of Prythian-where even in the ruins, something golden still grows. Author's Note: A Court of Smoke and Honey takes place after the events of my first story, A Court of Light and Shadows. While it can be read as a standalone, readers familiar with Evanora and Azriel's journey will recognize the aftermath that shapes Eris's rise - and the world left smoldering in its wake.

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 ;))

[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.

Eris finds someone who he thought forever lost.

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?

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

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.

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".

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.

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.

"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?

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

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.

"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.

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

[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