Suriel Stories

"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.

This is an ACOTAR (A Court of Thornes and Roses by Sarah J. Maas) fanfiction. It's set in a modern au where Feyre, Mor, Amren, Elain, and Nesta are in a band called the Luminary. They were recently found by another hugely popular boy band, The Winnowers (Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel). The two bands decide to go on tour together. Featuring Feysand fluff and the Suriel as a blogger

Aelin is happy. She has her court , her mate , and her kingdom and a hopeful future ahead. It's been 10 years since the war and Aelin keeps seeing a the worlds she fell through specifically the world with the most beautiful night sky she had ever seen-on par with terrasen, but why? Fanfic where aelin accidentally opens a portal to another world. Will she be able to get back home? Will the ones she meet become friends or foe? I DON'T OWN ANY CHARACTERS THEY ALL BELONG TO SARA J MASS. NOR THE COVER ART. ( takes place after acosf)

DONT READ THIS. PLEASE. "Well let's fix this problem." The fire breathing bitch queen told her. And those were the last words before the whole world went to hell. Fanfiction of Feyre's quest if Aelin and her were somehow friends. Same original plot during the beginning but different events leading to a different ending. *CONTAINS ACOTAR SPOILERS (obviously)

One night, as princess Lyria Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was falling asleep, she fell into another world. The only thing that kept her from falling is Suriel, an infuriatingly gorgeous boy who's father just happens to be the High Lord of the Night Court. Join them on their adventure as they try to figure out how to get Lyria home and safe, while slowly falling for each other in the process. Feysand Rowaelin child romance.

"You want to come in." It wasn't a question; it was a bold statement. He raised an eyebrow and felt her stiffen, although his body betrayed him when he thought about... No, no, he wouldn't think about that. "Is it an invitation?" "No," he responded automatically. However, she didn't hesitate and only smiled crookedly, with that confident and annoying expression. "You wouldn't regret it, you know." She leaned casually against the door frame, which only brought her closer to him, and stared him right in the eyes, with that look of mischief but something more behind it, that something more making him tense and clench his jaw. Note: A gender-bender Nessian fanfic.

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.