Unknown Heir (ACOTAR)
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When a girl is found to be buying a rare herb to stifle magic in one's veins, the Inner Circle takes action to find out who it is and what they are hiding in their veins.
Nalé had been born a powerful fae, unknown to the world. Her existence was kept hidden from the rest of Prythian. But an unlikely pairing quickly escalates in more and Nalé finds herself at war with the morals her father taught her and the ever-changing world around her.
All characters from the book ACOTAR belong to Sarah Maas. I only own Nalé and her history.
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Estelle Beaumont just wanted a peaceful hike on her last day of vacation. Instead, one ill-starred moment of curiosity leaves her miraculously stranded in the fictional world of Prythian--a faerie realm full of ruthless court drama, rampant misogyny, and enough deadly magic to keep anyone up at night. Armed with foreknowledge that's only helpful when it isn't actively trying to get her killed, Estelle quickly discovers that living through the story of ACOTAR is far less fun and far more perilous when it's her own basic-ass, untrained mortal life on the line. Her plan is simple: keep her hands off of the plot and survive long enough to find a way back to the family and love she left behind. But the so-called "Mother" clearly has other plans for Estelle, forcing her to confront an unsettling truth--that her role here in Prythian might be far greater than that of a passive observer. As Estelle reluctantly abandons her original plan, uneasy alliances form, old wounds reopen, and fractured trust begins to mend. Love, loss, and scars of the past converge as Estelle slowly starts to see that the family she thought she'd lost might take a new shape, and that the life she left behind might be the only reason she's prepared for the fight ahead. But the cost of shaping Prythian's future--and her own--might be greater than she can bear. After all, it's a future that was never meant to be hers to begin with. And this is all that damned Cauldron's fault... ☆⊱──────⊰ ☽✧☾ ⊱──────⊰☆ A/N: Warning: This fanfiction is purely self-indulgent, with long-winded introspection and a major, major slowburn romance. Read at your own risk lol. Also if you don't like self-insert/iseki like tropes were an original character who read the books ends up in the fictional world as the new main character, you might want to skip this. Somethings will stay very familiar, others will diverge completely, and I plan to add extra world building along the way.
To Wake a Winter Heart ❅ 𝑨𝑪𝑶𝑻𝑨𝑹
.⋆❅⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❆₊⋆. 𝒂𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝓍 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒐𝒄 𝓍 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏 .⋆❆⁺⋆✴︎.⋆⁺.❅₊⋆. ⤷ 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘳𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪 𝘱𝘰𝘷 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘈𝘊𝘖𝘔𝘈𝘍 𝘰𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 Born in the shadow of Amarantha's brutal reign, 𝑵𝒆𝒑𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒆 has been sheltered in her temple since infancy. Her life has been one of ritual, restraint, and restless longing for answers she knows she'll never have. Until Hybern. Mere months after Amarantha's fall, soldiers descend on Cesere and the High Lord of the Night Court finds Nephele bleeding and burnt beneath the worst of Hybern's males. Rhysand offers her refuge in the House of Wind, a sanctuary carved into the mountainside beneath a starlit sky that watches over the dreamlike city of Velaris. Yet grief leaves Neph hollow, and nightmares of blood-stained snow and a tether to something unknown stalk her sleep in the library at the heart of the House. Something stirs in her blood. A power she never knew . . . another truth she was never told. A bloodline buried beneath a life built on lies. Night's spymaster, 𝑨𝒛𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍, is just as drawn to her as his shadows are. Night's general, 𝑪𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒏, is haunted by a familiarity he cannot make sense of. Nephele is desperate to uncover what was taken from her as war builds on the horizon. Every truth unraveled makes the world tremble beneath her feet. She never could've predicted what life beyond temple walls had waiting for her . . . And she certainly never expected that it would be two Illyrian warriors who would finally awaken the 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 within her heart.![The Shadowed Lily [ACOTAR Fan-Fiction]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/375188412-256-k979650.jpg)
The Shadowed Lily [ACOTAR Fan-Fiction]
THIS IS A ACOTAR FAN-FICTION SPOILERS MAY BE PRESENT RIGHTS TO SARAH J MAAS - THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION OF HER WONDERFUL STORIES! Julia had lost everything when Hybern attacked Velaris. Her family was now gone, leaving her the sole survivor. She had never expected to be saved that day of the attack, especially not by the Shadowsinger. She had not even been able to thank him before watching him fly off to rejoin the battle... Though guilt and grief consume Julia, she tries to find ways to continue living in Velaris without her memories consuming her. When she almost slips into the Sidra, a familiar face is there to catch her, just as he had saved her before. Confused and conflicted, Julia finds comfort in Azriel and it appears as though he finds comfort in her as well. Will the unlikely pair form an alliance to aid each other? Or will grief ruin any chance of happiness between the shadow and the light?
The Unspoken One
They called her the Mad One long before she ever broke. Born into the Night Court with the mark of the Cauldron glowing faintly over her heart, Nerai was never meant to survive. Her father's cruelty forged her power; his torment made her silence infamous. By five, she could command air with a glance. By six, she'd accidentally killed ten courtiers who mocked her mother. By ten, her name was spoken only in whispers - a warning to children of what happened when gods answered too loudly. But Nerai was not mad. She was merely awake. And when war came for her family, it was not death that claimed her - it was the Cauldron itself. Drawn into its depths, her body vanished, her memories stripped away. The Night Court mourned a daughter lost to legend. Centuries later, Prythian trembles. Magic fractures, and silence spreads like a sickness across the courts. The whispers begin again: the Mad One walks. A woman with white hair and silver eyes emerges from the ruins of a forgotten temple - calm, otherworldly, powerful enough to unmake reality with a thought. She does not remember who she was. But the Cauldron does. When Rhysand sends Azriel to trace the strange magic devouring the land, he finds what no one believed possible - the High Lord's sister, alive, unaging, and changed into something beyond mortal or fae. And as the world begins to unravel, one truth becomes clear: the Mad One has returned, and this time, even silence may not save them.
Afterglow | Azriel | ACOTAR
She wasn't supposed to be his-too bright, too golden, too alive for someone made of shadows. But the Mother clearly had other plans. They met in the least graceful way possible-her fist to his face, and a bond that snapped like lightning. Sunshine and shadow, drawn together by fate, forged by choice. She's chaos wrapped in laughter and light. He's quiet, lethal, and suddenly incapable of looking away. Somehow, against all odds, they work. A story of opposites crashing together like a storm-and choosing to stay. Sometimes, all it takes is one punch, one spark in the dark, to begin a love worth everything.Complete
Butterfly | Azriel | ACOTAR
Born the only daughter of Lord Devlon, she grew up on the outskirts of power-always watching, always fighting for a place no one wanted her to have. While her brothers trained to conquer, she learned to endure-and taught herself to dream. They called her foolish. Said her wings were just for show. But Azriel has known her for years-long before power shifted, long before she ever dared to hope. And in all that time, he never once looked away. He calls her Butterfly-not because she's fragile, but because he sees what no one else will, the strength it takes to fly when the world keeps trying to pin you down. A story of a girl no one believed in-and the male who always did.Complete
Little Star | Azriel | ACOTAR
Rhysand's sister-the little star of the Night Court. Beloved. Brilliant. Until Rhys went Under the Mountain... and she stopped burning. Bit by bit, she let herself be reduced, forgetting how to shine. Believing love meant pain, and healing was for other people. But Azriel? He sees all of it. Always has, always will. And all he wants is for her to let him love her. A story of a girl who lost herself, and the male who would burn the world to bring her back. Of the family who never stopped loving her, and the Shadowsinger who would wait a thousand years more if she asked.Complete
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I vow to stand guard over your legacy, to guard your throne. I vow to carry your warmth and ruin. I kneel to no one, but you, my Seraphira." -Azriel, Shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court. She was meant to be nothing-a forgotten girl sold to a court of bones and sand, silenced before her power could ever bloom. But Seraphira was never meant to be quiet. Beneath the jeweled veils and gilded cruelty of her desert cage, she hides a secret. A magic older than any spell, born not to create, but to unmake. A reaper, forged by the stars to end what should never have been born. When two warriors from the Night Court arrive-Azriel, cloaked in shadows, and Cassian, fury given form they come seeking diplomacy. Trade. And something more. A weapon. A girl. A key. What they find instead is a soul on the edge of awakening, and a bond quietly thrumming between her and the shadowsinger who is determined to save her from a marriage with the cruel, horrific High Lord's son. But fate is rarely kind. And nothing that blooms in the dark is ever left untouched. Now, Seraphira must learn to trust again. To fight again, to feel once more. And maybe-just maybe-remember the shadows that once wrapped around her like a promise. Even if it kills her. +Disclaimer+ I own none of the ACOTAR characters, world, or any work done by Sarah J Maas, this story has some original characters I created, but thus further- this is just a fantasy for fun work and I own no rights or anything to do with any ideas original to Sarah J Maas. ~TW~ This is a mature 18+ dark fantasy romance, coming from the depths of my dark mind. This story will have attempted SA and off page, abuse, crude language and heavy sexual themes. There will be violence on page, death, obsession and possession. Blood play, knife play, gore, torture, suicidal thoughts (briefly)
Acotar One-Shots
Just a few little stories to acotar. Some fluff, smut, sometimes unordinary shippings, whatever comes out xD. Hope you enjoy, much fun! Attention: Sometimes SPOILERS for certain books can be included! The characters and the original story(acotar and following books) aren't mine, credit goes to Sarah j. Maas.Complete
A Court Of Life And Death
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.Complete
Estelle Beaumont just wanted a peaceful hike on her last day of vacation. Instead, one ill-starred moment of curiosity leaves her miraculously stranded in the fictional world of Prythian--a faerie realm full of ruthless court drama, rampant misogyny, and enough deadly magic to keep anyone up at night. Armed with foreknowledge that's only helpful when it isn't actively trying to get her killed, Estelle quickly discovers that living through the story of ACOTAR is far less fun and far more perilous when it's her own basic-ass, untrained mortal life on the line. Her plan is simple: keep her hands off of the plot and survive long enough to find a way back to the family and love she left behind. But the so-called "Mother" clearly has other plans for Estelle, forcing her to confront an unsettling truth--that her role here in Prythian might be far greater than that of a passive observer. As Estelle reluctantly abandons her original plan, uneasy alliances form, old wounds reopen, and fractured trust begins to mend. Love, loss, and scars of the past converge as Estelle slowly starts to see that the family she thought she'd lost might take a new shape, and that the life she left behind might be the only reason she's prepared for the fight ahead. But the cost of shaping Prythian's future--and her own--might be greater than she can bear. After all, it's a future that was never meant to be hers to begin with. And this is all that damned Cauldron's fault... ☆⊱──────⊰ ☽✧☾ ⊱──────⊰☆ A/N: Warning: This fanfiction is purely self-indulgent, with long-winded introspection and a major, major slowburn romance. Read at your own risk lol. Also if you don't like self-insert/iseki like tropes were an original character who read the books ends up in the fictional world as the new main character, you might want to skip this. Somethings will stay very familiar, others will diverge completely, and I plan to add extra world building along the way.
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