Historias de Shadowsinger

Azriel has spent centuries mastering silence, control, and the shadows that whisper at his command. Elira never had that choice. Long before the coming war, she was shaped by one-left fractured by it, her mind and body no longer entirely her own. Now, as tensions rise and alliances are sought, the Night Court turns to something long forgotten... and finds something far more dangerous than they anticipated. They find her. She is not what she once was. Not entirely Fae, not entirely whole. War has carved through her, leaving something unstable in its wake-something that does not always remember the difference between past and present. And yet... she is brought back. Placed within their walls. Watched. Measured. Left in the hands of the one male who understands shadows better than anyone-and perhaps understands too well what happens when they slip beyond control. Azriel has spent lifetimes standing at the edge of other people's fates, watching bonds form while his own remained a question that never answered. His shadows have always whispered truths to him. Now, they say nothing. And in that silence, he is left with something far more dangerous than certainty. Because as war closes in and Elira begins to unravel, the line between ally and threat grows thinner by the day. And if she crosses it- he will not be asked what should be done. Only whether he is capable of doing it. All characters excluding Elira belong to Sarah.J.Maas, I have no wish to take credit for her characters.

He finds her in the woods-wings shattered, shadows sharp as blades, survival etched into every breath she takes. She expects pain. She expects betrayal. She does not expect him. In the silence between them, where shadows whisper and trust comes in fragments, two broken things learn-slowly, painfully-how to exist side by side. (Aka: where Azriel finds another shadowsinger and takes her in) (Yes, this is probably cliche) (yes, this will develop into a romance.)

An ACOTAR fanfiction that takes place after ACOWAR and the High Lords have begun meeting regularly to keep relations open. She watched. That's all she ever did. She watched as the lives of a million Fae unfolded before her eyes. She watched as secrets were made and kept and stole. She watched as murder thrived in the dark and in the light. She watched. And then, she found him. He watched everyone quite similarly to how she did. And so, she watched him. She watched him as she watched all the things before him and then, she did a little more. 'Ello, there. I'm surprised you got through that disaster we like to call summaries. The prologue will give you some answers, I suppose. It's a better blurb, I think. I dunno. Enjoy.

where shadow meets something wild enough to bloom. 𖥸 ᴛᴀʟʟᴜʟᴀʜ is the kind of female old places remember: beautiful, venomous, and carrying something ancient enough to turn buried altars and sacred groves restless beneath her feet. When Azriel finds her in a sacred grove, everything changes. This is a story of sacred power, brutal devotion, and a love sharp enough to kneel for.

She was on the run, unsure of where to be - "𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶." Living on the run, controlling a different power, Belladona crosses lines into The Night Court to hide away from her captors. But little does she know, she's been tracked by somebody else. Her rarity makes her a direct threat and perhaps what she doesn't expect to fall in love with being in the shadows - or rather, somebody else's shadows.

Azriel never thought he would find his mate, so he set his sights on Morrigan. He couldn't have her though. She was captured by Hypbern before the war, and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him. A story about The Shadowsinger himself, and an original character. No canon Azriel ships here, only MINE because idk I didn't like any of the people Sara wrote for him TBH. Gwynriel didn't do it for me. Lots of canon ships other than that tho! Main Character and storyline belong to me, everything else belongs to Sara J Mass. Cover art doesn't be long to me. I found it on google.

~ Azriel's love story ~ Y/N x Azriel (ACOTAR)

A magic flowershop owner and her lesbian best friend with a large collection of knives save the world at one am

Azriel notices there's something wrong with Elain. She's trying to hide something from him, and has been pulling away from the Inner Circle for months. Before he can find out what, however, his shadows are cursed, rendering his magic useless. At a loss, Azriel enlists Gwyn to help research and hopefully lift the curse, before Elain can do something she regrets. This will be a medium-burn gwynriel and a slightly dark!Elain story. The preface takes place in ACOSF (specifically the Az bonus chapter) while the rest of the story is post-ACOSF. Rated M for future lemons.

She loved his image wherever she went. An indistinct shadow following on her heels. An image that became so close that she could no longer imagine a day without him.

Short imagines for Azriel from the ACOTAR series :)

♡ Elain Becomes Interesting ♡ ~ An acotar fan tale where Elain finds herself and love. Slow burn, long build, mentions of other characters. * i do not own these characters. They are Sarah J Maas' characters and are part of a series called a Court Of Thornes And Roses*

Aelin's people are slowly beginning to rebuild, she is walking the streets when she hears a fight, can she help the little girl who's power she can's explain? Feyre has finally settled into life after the war, her studio is flourishing and she is happy, her life gets thrown on its head once again when a woman and child appear n the snow.

enchanting, he thought to himself, how could someone be so enchanting? He wanted to laugh really, how could he allow himself to fall in love with a dream... What a beautiful dream (S:02/04/24) (F:...) All rights reserved to Sarah J. Maas

An ACOMAF spinoff, following the life of Adria, and her peaked interest for the mysterious shadow singer.

Amari Vandel. Daughter of a high fae noblemen. She has money. She has a status. She is deemed lucky to those who are not, and yet she lives in Hewn City with her younger sister and an awful man as her father. Her only means of escape is music and her dancing and occasionally being the cities most notorious killer at night. That is until she finds herself still in the same Prythain court, but completely different city.

Short story about an old friend of Cassian (Sarah J Maas character, Court of Silver flames) returning into his life abruptly. It just came to me a little while after reading the book. i'm sad to say, i hardly know where i was going with it.

What happens when Elain is running late one day, and accidentally takes the wrong one? The wrong what? I guess you'll have to read and see! 😉 Or, I just really didn't know how to write a description.