𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎 (𝙖𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 ) - 𝗛𝗔𝗭𝗘𝗟 - Wattpad

𝙎𝙃𝘼𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙎 (𝙖𝙯𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙡 )

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"I'd never let anyone hurt you. Never, Prim." 
His voice was filled with such sincerity that I forced myself to turn around. To look at him. Those painstakingly familiar blue eyes, that were as bright as the tides in the Summer Court. His dark hair that fell around his eyes, framing his face, rivaling the night sky itself. I tore my gaze away, realizing how much pain to brought me to utter those next words.
"I hurt myself, Az. I can't let you get hurt for my mistakes," I muttered, my voice hoarse from the tears that threatened to spill. 
As if he had read my mind, his rough and scarred hand gently caressed my cheek, wiping my tears away. 
"It doesn't matter if I get hurt," Azriel murmured, pressing his forehead against mine. I closed my eyes, savoring the moment as the soft spring breeze filled our silence, rustling the leaves and the budding flowers. 
Azriel then continued, whispering, "I'd make all of our mistakes again if it would lead me to you."





Primrose has never left the Spring Court. Under heavy guard from her overprotective brother, Tamlin, she has only books to help her imagine what Prythian looks like. Trapped within the suffocating manor, she spends fifty years silently begging for an escape.

Then he appears. In the depths of night, spying her from the shadows, her loneliness overwhelms him. Pity soon turns to desire as Azriel finds himself questioning his true feelings towards the Spring Court girl. 

Primrose, hesitant at first, begins to sneak out for just a glimpse of the Illyrian warrior. When fate brings them together, the pair realizes they cannot bear it when fate threatens to tear them apart. Fighting against all odds, Primrose vows to do whatever it takes to defend her people, family, and the love of her life. 


Fem oc x Azriel

ALL CREDITS GO TO SARAH J. MAAS FOR THIS AMAZING SERIES!!!All Rights Reserved

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GOLDEN STRINGS by AdelaineJDevyn

Kore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, completely convinced that she'd been about to die. Yet, at the present, she realized that she felt no pain, even if the snow was covered in the identifiable scarlet color of blood. In fact, her hands and face and spine were decorated with the heavy drops of it. As Kore twisted her head, still too shocked to cry or mourn, she spotted the familiar ebony smoothness of her right wing. The sight of her untouched wings barreled so hard into her that she vomited on the blood-soaked snow. She wiped her mouth as she twisted. Kore gasped at the pain of her left ribs. She placed a soothing hand there in confusion, and looked up to witness the carnage before her. The sound of footsteps on the wet ground stole her divided attention. Kore glanced up at the male standing over her, his ebony black hair and dark blue eyes that were almost violet. Kore sucked in a breath at the realization of who - and what - he was. Aidoneus Rhysand, the High Lord of Night Court. Her mate.

Windseeker by MB980004

I spent fifty years avoiding my cousin and his family. Sitting here opposite of the most beautiful male I'd ever known, I cursed myself for those years. I could have met Azriel, Shadowsinger of the Night Court, a little sooner. A few months earlier, Alya Song had been dragged to lan execution post and tied up by a War Lord of the Illyrian War Camp, Alhallow. After the weeks they'd spent torturing her, she had no fight left. So she closed her eyes and tried to think of a better place. Her mother had told her stories of a city with music and magic and light, with joy echoing in the streets, day and night. So, with death threatening to strike, she dreamed of the City of Starlight. She didn't expect to actually end up there, amongst her second cousin and his family. She didn't expect to be dragged into their ranks just as a War was brewing. And she certainly didn't expect for them to ask for her help. But then again, Rhysand, Feyre, and the Inner Circle were never the people they pretended to be, so 'unexpected' was a given.

A Court Of Sunlight and Secrets by moonsstories-ao3

"Now that I know you exist, how could I not love you" Azriel, Brother of Rhysand, and Cassian, Spymaster of the night court. He yearned for a mate all his five hundred years, jealous of his brothers for finally having their mates, a man imprisoned by his own demons and shadows, loneliness was all he ever knew yet that all changed when a voice penetrated all their heads. Zaria, Daughter of the Sun and member of the infamous Cadre, lived most of her life in darkness and pain, starved and beaten, she never knew the feeling of peace, she had to struggle and fight to stay alive, imprisoned by the one she loves in a faraway land, legend told of her beauty and strength but all of Prythian believed her dead, until one day when the voices started pleading for anyone in sight. (This book is set after 'A Court of Silver Flames') (Azriel x Original Character) (All characters are Sarah J. Maas except Zaria) (TOGxACOTAR crossover)

The Spymaster's Assassin (An ACoTaR Fanfic) by eme_the_writer123

"Everything hurt. Nothing felt...real. It was cold in this dark cell. I had long ago given up screaming for help, or trying to get the door open. The wound in my side would kill me soon. Would anyone come? I didn't know. I didn't care. At least, I didn't care until that door finally opened and a man with wings stepped into my small cell." ****** Adrianna grew up in an Illyrian war camp. Their brutal ways forced her to hide in ways she didn't want to. Then when she was caught teaching herself to fly, she was punished, her wings bound with clamps. Then, her parents presented her with a male that she would marry. He was one of the few considerate Illyrian males in the camp, but when he is suddenly murdered, she is blamed for the heinous crime. Then, she was taken Under the Mountain and forced to fight to the death in a Ring created by the evil Amarantha for the enjoyment of her evil Court. For twenty-two years she remained in a small, dark cell, only leaving to fight or to perform other tasks the evil Fae from Hybern demanded until an Illyrian man came to save her. He was none other than Azriel, the Shadowsinger and the High Lord's Spymaster. Whisked away to the Court of Dreams, her wounds were cared for, her wings... somewhat fixed. Now, she works for High Lord Rhysand as his personal assassin, but when a startling discovery comes around about her past, she must make a decision that could cost her everything. ****I do not own the drawings featured in the cover. All credit goes to the amazing artists****

A Court of Golden Shadow || Elain x Azriel by pinkrasberryfish

Following the events of the Azriel bonus chapter... Extremely slow-burn sexy Elriel, angsty Az, forbidden love, glamorous parties, powers, and DRAMA DRAMA DRAMA. Smutty, sexy, angsty... NSFW -- Love? Friendship? Mistake. Shuddering into her sheets, she flung off the quilt and heaved a sigh. It WAS a mistake. Clearly she was broken. And it wasn't the cauldron that did it. It was her. Because SHE picked Grayson while still human and then Azriel after becoming fae. But all Elain kept receiving was rejection, rejection, rejection. If immortality was just filled with getting her heart broken into pieces once every couple years over and over and over... she didn't want it. She wanted safety. She wanted security. She wanted a love that was written in the stars, perfectly laid out for her, and safe to grasp ahold of. And that's when she realized it: she wanted fate... but more specifically... she wanted to live by the cauldron's decision. Because if she couldn't choose love for herself without getting her heart broken, then perhaps she should put her trust in the cauldron. But she would do it her way. The primal nature of a mating bond was fae enough... it needed some... grooming. Leaving the comfort of her quilts and standing up, she drew towards the window, overlooking the front lawn of the River Mansion. Looking out her window, Elain came to a decision, her eyes gliding across the Sidra as it wound its way through Velaris and out into the realm of the rest of the Night Court. Court. Courting. She would court Lucien Vanserra, trust the cauldron, and get the Hells out of the Night Court and away from these infernal shadows."

Inferno: Azriels Unexpected Love - Azriel x Female OC - ACOTAR by EmLexGaunt

Azriel X Scarlett Vanserra (Eris' Eldest Daughter). 18+ Spiciness and a bit of a slow burn!!!! What happens when your High Lord and Lady agree to temporarily house your nemesis' offspring? Well falling in love and finding his mate was certainly not the answer Azriel was expecting. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ I glance at Nesta who watches her mate slowly tethering on the edge of becoming unconscious as he refuses to tap out. "You want to call it or will we be down a trainer today?" I ask quietly as her eyes fume with rage over Scarletts victory. "That's enough." She snaps, projecting her voice. "He's done." Releasing him, Scarlett drops her grip and Cassian falls forward gasping for air. Turning on her heels she cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. "What do you say, Shadowsinger... up for a match?" Definitely Eris' daughter. The familiar arrogant and cocky attitude briefly shows on her face before she once again puts on the stoic expression of a warrior who can't be read. Not vocalizing my acceptance, I simply walk into the fighting area as Cassian shifts off to stand with his mate. No doubt another bet is being placed. "Nesta." She calls out without taking her eyes off me. "You call it." Changing her stance to a different one than what she started with in Cassian's fight I see just how smart she is. She's already switching her strategy up before she sees me make a move. "On three!" Nesta's voice calls through the air and I keep my focus on the female in front of me, her Amber eyes burning into me. "One!" A breeze blows and her scent fills my nose. Cider, cinnamon... mmm crisp leaves. "Two!" A living embodiment of Autumn. "Three!" Nesta calls and I wait for Scarlett to strike the first blow. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ A/N: I do not own any of these characters and this is a fanfic made for the fun of writing and the love of our fictional bat boys from the ACOTAR books! Notable Rankings: #1 erisvanserra #1 nightcourt #1 vanserra #1 acosf #3 spymaster #9 acotar

A Court of Secrets and Moonlight by wmheart_3012

She sent as much love as she dared, hoping he wouldn't feel it, praying he wouldn't link it to her. But just for that one second, she let herself love him. She'd be his, even in death, even if he never knew. And for that one moment, it almost felt like enough. And then it was over. .... A web of lies and mystery reveals itself as Rhysand's sister is freed from exile just as an age old enemy threatens Prythian once again. - First Book in the A Court of Secrets and Moonlight Series - #1 in ACOMAF- February 2024 #1 in azriel- February 2024 #1 in shadows- April 2024 #1 in azriel- June 2024 #1 in feyre- August 2024

A Court Of Life And Death by yummalfoy

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.

A Song of Faithless Shadows by yourlocalsag

Gwyneth had always felt connected to her faith, a higher power presiding over her. That faith had shaken that devastating day those years ago, the day that went on to haunt her every nightmare for years to come. She's still trying to come back from it, to not only restore her faith in life and love, but her faith in herself. The sanctity of her spirit- she prayed for resolve. Every punch was a prayer. Every mile was a hymn. Until her knuckles bled and her knees gave. Azriel had been surrounded by darkness his whole life, a poison on his world, on his being. He exercised restraint in his every waking moment, banishing that darkness within himself. Some guessed of the strain it put on him, but no one knew the extent of it, how deep his scars ran. It was better this way, he was sure. He had always thought that if there were a higher power- which he wholly doubted- such deities must loathe him to have burdened him such darkness. He hadn't much faith in the gods anyway, much less faith that he could sway their opinion on him. But Gwyneth and Azriel did have one thing in common: the quiet fight within themselves. They only knew one way: to go about it alone, couldn't fathom letting another in. But there's a magic in finding someone who is your equal but opposite, something transforming. And frankly, Gwyneth and Azriel could both use a little magic. All characters owned by SJM in the ACOTAR series. Story takes place after the events of ACOSF. Aligns with the events in my other fic: A Storm of Flames and Deceit. I haven't finished Crescent City, so this story takes place outside of the events of those books as well. CONTENT WARNING ⚠️ Mentions of r*pe, use of profanity, explicit content, sexual content, violence, torture, mentions of suicidal thoughts and depression, mentions of self harm

Bastards (Rhysand x Azriel x Cassian x OC Poly) by 1rf123

[Cover by @eriithefishy] Sylvia, a young Illyrian living in the Windhaven war camp, has worked all her life to prove that she is worthy of anything a male is worthy of. When the High Lord opens Valkyrie training to all the females of the Night Court, Syl jumps at the chance to become a real warrior. She begins training under Cassian and Azriel, and finally feels like she can accomplish her goals. Nothing can distract her. Except perhaps once she becomes a little closer to the High Lord and his friends... DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the A Court of Thorns and Roses characters or concepts, they belong solely to Sarah J. Maas. Sylvia is my OC though. TW: This story contains graphic depictions of sexual scenes (smut) and a strongly polyamorous relationship, as well as bisexuality/pansexuality. Any hate towards the LGBTQIA+ community or polyamorous community will NOT be tolerated.

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GOLDEN STRINGS

Kore had feared the Clipping since she was old enough to understand that it would one day be executed upon her person. She'd had countless nightmares about it; they were filled with blood and gore and pain. Such pain, that she woke up panting, completely convinced that she'd been about to die. Yet, at the present, she realized that she felt no pain, even if the snow was covered in the identifiable scarlet color of blood. In fact, her hands and face and spine were decorated with the heavy drops of it. As Kore twisted her head, still too shocked to cry or mourn, she spotted the familiar ebony smoothness of her right wing. The sight of her untouched wings barreled so hard into her that she vomited on the blood-soaked snow. She wiped her mouth as she twisted. Kore gasped at the pain of her left ribs. She placed a soothing hand there in confusion, and looked up to witness the carnage before her. The sound of footsteps on the wet ground stole her divided attention. Kore glanced up at the male standing over her, his ebony black hair and dark blue eyes that were almost violet. Kore sucked in a breath at the realization of who - and what - he was. Aidoneus Rhysand, the High Lord of Night Court. Her mate.