Highlordofthenightcourt Stories

When the High Lords of Prythian gather to the Autumn Court Forest House with their families to assess a plague that has swept the continent, they all mysteriously disappear. With the power of the High Lordship passed on to their children, these new leaders must rise up against the evil force behind the plague and the death of their parents.

It's Starfall - and it's Feyre and Rhys' hundredth one together. Written with @fiery-feyre as a commemoration of reaching 100 followers on tumblr. This part is by me, and part 2 can be found on her tumblr. Cover image by @charliebowater on tumblr

In this, I will be listing all the ways Rhysand is better than Tamlin. I know that no one really needs convincing, but I wanted to list all the ways, just in case there's that one person... And because I love Rhys and hate Tamlin, there aren't enough words to fully express how much

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)

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.

(ACOTAR from Rhysand's POV) "After a decade, I stopped expecting to see my friends or my people again. I forgot what their faces looked like. And I stopped hoping." When Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, sacrificed everything for his family, he knew he was condemning himself to hell. But he didn't care, not if it meant that everything and everyone he loved would be safe. So Rhysand accepted his fate, embraced the role he was forced to play for the survival of the ones he loved. And after a time, the hell of it all closed in, the walls choking all hope of ever being free. Until the day Feyre Archeron came and knocked those walls down. (Contains spoilers for ACOTAR and ACOMAF!! Read at your own risk!) (This is a fanfiction, I don't own ACOTAR or any of its contents!!)

Auren Havilliard walks through worlds and ends up being brought to the night court after meeting the High Lord of the Night Court. Will she choose to stay in this world or return to her own?