TASTE OF FREEDOM - AZRIEL'S MATE (ACOTAR)
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 5m
Ongoing, First published Apr 26, 2022
Raven doesn't know who she really is... When she was younger, her father sold her to one of the richest males in Prythian and she was tied to a deal that made her a prisoner. 
And now, thanks to Feyre, she was finally free... physically, at least. 
The journey of finding her true self is leading Raven to something she'd never thought she'd deserved.

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AZRIEL'S FANFIC (ACOTAR - storyline after ACOSF)

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Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.