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Rhysand is dead. The High Lords didn't bring him back. And Feyre is pregnant. With her family falling apart and the prospect of raising a child alone on the horizon Feyre struggles to cope with the loss of her mate and the weight of Prythian collapsing around her. Yet there is still that one question that remains. Is he really dead? With civil war not such a fantasy and the seasonal courts falling to pieces new friendships will be forged, old friends will be reunited and the Inner Circle will be pulled to its limits as alliances break and disaster takes hold, as the fabric of reality itself tears, Feyre must make the choice of whether to stay with her own kingdom or cross over to another world where the magic of ancient evils is spreading like poison, devouring one universe after another and just waiting to strike again.

When Aelin and Rowan's daughter runs away and finds a secret cave that leads to Prythain she and Feyre and Rhys's son are tasked with a responsibility that has been long forgotten...

It had been 30 years since the war that rocked Prythian, and a new generation is taking over. Lorelai Darling, heir to the Night Court has all she has ever wanted, a home and a family, never wanting anything more, and rejecting anything that challenges it. Brennon Hardgrove has rarely left the confines of his palace due to his overbearing father, until he is finally allowed out to see the other courts - starting with the deadliest of all, night. When an unknown God threatens all they hold dear, will they fight together and save Prythian? Or will their love and magic just not be enough?

Five hundred years. Five long centuries since Feyre was Made, since she was given life again. But it wasn't entirely on a whim, because she finished what she started by her unfulfillment of Amarantha's bargain. She killed Hybern, she has since orchestrated peace. She was Made for a reason. And Prythian has always been aware of her. Cover is by Elluna on DeviantArt.

Alora Archeron is the daughter of Feyre and Rhysand, High Lord and High Lady of the Night Court. She is the twin sister to Nyx Archeron. As a child, their parents had always known that Alora was powerful, but one day her powers exploded and caused complete destruction to a village within the Court, causing her parent to grow distant and weary of their child. After the tragic event, they send her to train with her Aunts and Uncles most days and sometimes in other courts. One day, an old enemy appears with a vendetta taking the young girl from her family. It takes years of suffering for them to find her, but after recovering from injuries later explained, what will the the family do to help their broken heiress? How will the family mend their broken bonds before their out of time? All rights go to Sarah J Mass, except for my Alora and any extra characters. OC x OC

Its been five years since the King of Hybern's defeat. Now, Feyre and Rhysand face another challenge: having children. Will Feyre have what the Bone Carver showed her or will she have to strike a dangerous deal to have her heir?

Two souls who should have never met, locked up in their own worlds. Yet, fate drove them together...Or was it something much more powerful than that?

What happens when Feyre and Rhysand have a child but her powers are too much for their world. An ACOTAR fanfic that takes place after ACOFAS. So this is my first fanfic so I will try and update monthly at least, but there is no promises. Characters belong to Sarah J Maas

In a world where Fae, Demi-Fae, Crochans, Ironteeth Witches, Humans and Shifters live in peace, people easily forget about the war 20 years ago, but then there are the people who were on the front lines in the war, or a commander sending mothers, fathers, sisters and brothers into war. Let's take my family for example, my mum and dad were on the front line, it was probably the hardest war my dad and "Uncles and an Auntie" had fought in many wars prior. Now you may be wondering who and what I am. Well, I'm a fae and I'm a princess but also a hardened warrior. Now I've told you that I'm royalty, you may be wondering which royal family do I belong to, well I belong to the Terrasen household. My mum is Queen Aelin Galathynius Whitethorn and my father Consort to my mum is none other than Rowan Galathynius Whitethorn. -Info on the Night court to come. I have yet to figure their stuff out-