Morrigan Stories

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.

"Morrígan... Ölüm Tanrıçası. En güçlüsü, acımasızdı o. Ki, zaten acısaydı, can alır mıydı? Ben şimdi o ismi üstümde taşıyorum yıllardır kayıp kardeşimi ararken. Ben de kardeşimi yanında tutanı bulduğumda ona asla acımayacağım... Söz veriyorum. Morrigan sözü..."

Raven doesn't know who she really is... When she was younger, her father sold her to one of the richest males in Prythian and she was tied to a deal that made her a prisoner. And now, thanks to Feyre, she was finally free... physically, at least. The journey of finding her true self is leading Raven to something she'd never thought she'd deserved. __________________________________ AZRIEL'S FANFIC (ACOTAR - storyline after ACOSF) All rights reserved for Sarah J Maas

Growing up with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel means accepting one simple truth. Peace was never an option. Not in Windhaven. Not in Velaris. Not anywhere they exist. They prank her like it's a blood sport. Scare off anyone foolish enough to flirt. Hover when she's sick. Snowball fights become tactical warfare. A casual smile at the wrong male becomes a territorial incident. Three of the most powerful males in Prythian-High Lord, General, Shadowsinger. And somehow, she's the one they call trouble. Three brothers. One sister. Absolutely no mercy.

Feyre has a horrible nightmare at the Night Court and she is so lucky to have a friend who was a dreamer born into the Court of Nightmares.

The Archeron sisters--a harmony of four personalities cloaked in poverty and thrown to the wolves. What happens when the third sister, loyal to a fault, follows Feyre to the ends of the Earth--Prythian. When she forsakes all she's ever known for one: her beloved younger sister. oc! x undecided irregular updates

This book will contain many famous scenes from the ACOTAR series, but re-writen, and will be in different POVs in which they were writen. Note: The scenes are a bit different than how they are portrayed, and have different dialouges. Note: There are some scenes that are compleatly made up and are not included in the series. I DO NOT TAKE RESPONSIBITY FOR THE CHARACTERS AND THE SETTINGS, THIS IS ONLY AN ADAPTION OF ACOTAR BY SARAH J. MAAS HOPE YOU ENJOYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!~~~~~~~~~~~~

Everything was bathed in blood-red hue. She saw remnants of what could only be described as Arlathan. Beautiful cities are now laying in ruin. She slowly walked through the torn streets cautiously, constantly looking around thinking something was going to pop up and ambush her. But her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a monstrous roar. Several actually and the sound of a wolf. Amanatha sprinted towards the sounds, leaping over and sliding under the debris until she found herself blocked by what appeared to be mutated plants. The roars sounded again, and she spotted the source ahead. She saw what looked to be several corrupt dragons, even more massive than the dragons in the waking world. Something stirred within her. Something familiar and terrifying. A dark howl ripped through the sky. It was defiant but singular and radiated a power she had not felt before, yet it was familiar. Her eyes widened in surprise as she rounded a corner. A wolf as black as night with six eyes as red as a burning fire stood before the several dragons.

An alternate version of events where Shay is able to save George Monro before Liam kills him. George is ahem...grateful. What will happen next?!

"Are you going to stay there the whole time?" Alex dared to ask, his form resembling Suriel in the shadows, as if he were a bogeyman. With his arms crossed and a curious look on his face, he watched Feyre with a brush in her hand and a white canvas in front of her. "You'd better sit down; if you faint, and Tamlin comes in and sees me here with you passed out, it's goodbye to my tea and afternoon coffee." "I'm fine..." Feyre breathed. "I just need a moment." Alex furrowed his brow. "You need therapy, that's what you need." Waking up as a Suriel shapeshifter in a realm full of fairies and humans wasn't exactly what Alex had in mind for the weekend, but what can you do? Suriels can't complain. Plus, he apparently had the luck of having a partnership bond? Geez.

❝ I wake up and most days, I think this is all a dream, and then I see you and remember it all ❞ Cassian x oc A COURT OF BLOOD AND DAWN SERIES III Imaginebooks © 2022

Hello, this is my first fanfic, and it's still rough around the edges, so proceed with care. Yesterday, I suddenly had this idea of Feyre moving in with Rhys, Cassian and Azriel in a New Girl type of setting, and she would have to go get her clothes from Tamlin's place. The story hasn't reached that far yet, but I might go on with it if inspiration hits. Anyway, without further ado, enjoy the feysand fluff.

This is a place where I want to upload my Feysand or Inner Circle related short stories while I wait for A Court of Frost and Starlight to come out! They will take place all throughout the timeline, so I will specifie at the begining of each one when it is happening. This is my first fanfiction so please excuse my horrible writing.

It's not a book, but related to one. /My memes. Give credit if u use them./

I've survived a war. I've triumphed over loss. I've torn grief apart. I've lived, all my life. What is rejection above it all? Nothing. But every time the images come back to me, I wonder... How did I survive it all? (Cover design inspired by Tahereh Mafi's 'A Very Large Expanse of Sea'.)

In which the inner circle of the night court has a group chat.

A story of 2 Shadowsingers. They have history together, but he has believed her dead for centuries. Will the truth come out? Will they be able to love each other again? War is coming, and they are both in danger. **All the characters except for Ariah and a few others belong to Sarah J. Maas. The plot and some of the backstory is mine. Not all of this is accurate, and I altered some things to fit my storyline.