Historias de Springcourt

Good morning, I'm Kalliope Aoidós (yes, spelled like this: Καλλιόπη Ἀοιδός... pretty impressive, right?), Technical Account Manager at a company in... well, I'm sure you don't really need my CV for this. Let's try again. Hey, I'm Kalliope Aoidós, and I've got a little problem. Okay, more like an incurable, family-heritage problem. Technically, it's genetic-something my family has been conveniently passing down for centuries. One of my great-great-great-great-grandparents thought it was totally appropriate to insult his muse, calling her a "good-for-nothing" and a "sellout." How charming, right? Too bad that muse was THE Muse after whom I'm named. Apparently, she's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. So why on earth do I have the honor of carrying the name of the one who cursed my entire family tree? Oh, that was my grandmother's brilliant idea. In a way, they "sacrificed" me to her by giving me her name, hoping it would change her mind about the curse. Spoiler alert: It didn't. So here I am, just like hundreds of my ancestors, stuck in the same lovely swamp. I'm a Book Jumper or, as my grandmother (who has a flair for dramatic epithets) likes to call me, a βιβλιοποδητής, which basically means "walker of books." And these are my stories. Or, more accurately, my delightful misadventures. Copyright 2025 AnemoneMarino. All Rights Reserved. Note: All the pictures I've used in this story are not mine; they belong to their respective owners. The cover and banners are made by me.

Book 1 - Battle for the High Crown Hyacinth, known as Cin, has lived in a village located in rather close to the High Lord of Spring's Manor, all her life. She's seen the once thriving and prosperous Spring Court fall into ruin and lawlessness due to the absence of their High Lord, Tamlin. But two years of waiting and hoping, Cin has had enough. Having stood by and watched her home deteriorate for long enough, she sets out to find the High Lord and bring him back to his seat of power, against the wishes of her brother, Bron. As Cin helps Tamlin restore his decrepit Manor and re-establish order in the Spring Court, she becomes his closest ally and confidant. Together, they work to rebuild the Court and bring back the faith of the Fae in their High Lord. But as Cin helps Tamlin, she must also confront her own traumatic past. Can these two trauma survivors, Cin and Tamlin, save each other and their home? Join Cin in her journey as she fights to restore order and prosperity to the Spring Court, facing her own demons and navigating the challenges that come with rebuilding a kingdom, all while trying to find a way to heal both her and Tamlin's past.

"𝗪𝗲 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗱𝗼𝘀, 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗱𝗺𝗶𝘁." 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘛𝘈𝘙 𝘈𝘻𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘹 𝘖𝘊

The Dusk Court was thought to be fallen and gone, a story to tell children to teach them about power and strength. What no one knows is that the Dusk Court actually exists, on islands off the west coast of the Night Court and Day Court. They rule with High Lords and Ladies as the seven other courts do, the royal family keeping their people safe and protected. They breed pegasi, and make weapons and crafts of beautiful proportions. A hurricane rushes along the coast of Prythian, scattering over the islands of the Dusk Court. A young, mysterious fae princess washes up on the beaches of the Night Court. Mystery unfolds as she meets High Lords, and extraordinary secrets shake the very power of Prythian.

Another Wrynria short story. This one involving the Spring twins Moms. Disclaimer! Some of my DnD world has been taken from the work of SJM the names of some of the characters are nods to her work. Please don't linch me for thier use.

I have started writing my own Fanfiction of A Court of Silver Flames by Sarah J Maas. I have decided to start after the death of Rhysand and Feyre and Nyx. Nesta goes on a journey to retrieve her Sister and High Lord, but ends up with Nyx instead and is told to flee to Spring Court to keep him safe from the other courts until he can assume his title. [WIP] (I do not claim any ownership of the cover art)

(Y/n), a young girl, dragged from her home to the world of Prythian where she will face dangers and love. (Y/n) will realize she is mated to not one but three high ranking males of the night court, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is essentially following the story line of Feyre with slight twists and of course a reader insert.

AU: What if Feyre had said I love you back to Tamlin ending the curse before his time was up?

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. She saw herself as one could view the moon. Isolated from everyone, alone in the dark. A source of light for others and never herself. But he showed her the moon could be so much more. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── When another war lingers nearby, the seven Courts are depraved of soldiers from the previous war. One day, the Shadowsinger of Night Court discovers something-or rather someone. He finds an Old God sleeping. He must awake her and together, they'll have to fight in the upcoming war. Is she enough to save Prythian? Awakening her comes with a risk. She could be ruthless and dangerous. But when he awakens her, he finds himself in a situation he would've never imagined. What happens after the war when he realizes her loves her? Is it too late? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── She was alone and trapped. He was fragile and found her. She loved him and he saved her. But really in the end, it was she who saved him. An Azriel fan-fiction. All characters belong to Sarah J Maas except for Orpheus and Florence.

Lyra Nightingale is a half High Fae, half lesser faerie that lives in Velaris. Her mother was slaughtered in the attack on the Rainbow in the most recent war, and she hasn't been well since. Tamlin, High Lord of the Spring Court, is hated by almost everyone in Prythian. He roams the Spring Court in his beast form, letting the court rule itself. When Rhysand asks Lyra to bring the High Lord back to normal, she doesn't expect to find a kindred spirit. Will they find the paths to the light? Or will they fall into the darkness of their trauma together? All characters, minus ones I've created, belong to Sarah J Maas and the A Court of Thorns and Roses series.

A White Rose often symbolizes innocence and purity, and Lyra Archeron was just that even in the poverty and hunger Lyra always tried to look on the bright side. She always tried to keep her family in high hopes and spirits and being the youngest of her family she felt like the biggest burden, so she had to make up for it. What was supposed to be just another day of hunting and gathering with her older sister turned into a big adventure.

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

Tamlin has taken Feyre back to the Spring Court and is attempting to get her settled in and back to normal. Feyre on the other hand is planning her course of revenge to destroy all that Tamlin is while taking a page from Rhysands book and pretending to love hi. A Court of Thorns and Roses book 3 / A Court of Mist and Fury book 3 - Fan Fiction for the first chapter of the next book in the series "A Court of Darkness and Deceit".

This feysand snippet from Rhys's pov is based on a tumblr post I saw which describes an AU where everyone has a timer ticking on their wrist showing when you'll meet your soulmate. You meet the person you're meant to be with forever the person you were MADE to be with forever when the timer hits zero.

This is more a less a summary, of what I think would have happened if Lucien had managed to winnow Feyre back to the Spring Court.

Feyre wakes up one morning feeling... odd. Everything she does feels repeated. Like she's done it before. Killed the wolf before. Gone to the village to sell its pelt before. Talked to the mercenary before. It feels like she doesn't belong. Like all the answers are at the tip of her tongue, no, mind. If she can just... remember.

Feyre decides to venture into drawing and Tamlin sneaks up on her :) Just some fluff.