A Court of Singing Shadows
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  • Reads 31,412
  • Votes 742
  • Parts 15
  • Time 4h 18m
Ongoing, First published Jun 25, 2022
Nyctophilia 
(n.)love of darkness or night. Finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.

       Amelia Acheron was Elain's fraternal twin. They shared the same doe eyes, smile and hair but that was it. People loved to compare the two. They said If Elain was the Rose then Amelia was the thorns. While Elain was born from light, Amelia looked like she was made for the shadows. Amelia loved her family fiercely, and would protect those she loves with everything she has. 

      When her youngest sister Feyre is taken by a faerie, Amelia is devastated that she failed to protect Feyre. Will Amelia be able to get Feyre back?  How will her and her sisters survive being thrown into the world of Faeries? Can Amelia keep her sisters safe when danger surrounds them?  And why in the middle of chaos does Amelia find peace with a certain shadow singer?

"If they want to make me a monster, I will become the worst of them all." - Amelia


 Azriel x OC 
slowburn
ACOTAR - Complete
ACOMAF - In Progress 

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Remember, Azriel

6 parts Ongoing Mature

"Shadows do not forget. Even when we do." For years, Azriel has been the unseen blade of the Night Court. A whisper in the dark, a ghost among shadows. He has hunted liars, traitors, and thieves- but never one who leaves no trace. Never one who knows his magic as intimately as he does. When an ancient artifact vanishes from the Court's most guarded vault, all signs point to a ghost that shouldn't exist. A magic that shouldn't feel familiar. A presence that lingers just beyond his reach, like a half-forgotten dream. But the deeper Azriel hunts, the more the past begins to unravel. Whispers of a name he does not remember. Fragments of a face that never lingers in his mind long enough to be caught. And a truth buried so deeply in the shadows that even he might not be ready to face it. Because some memories are stolen for a reason. And some ghosts were never meant to be found. "You cannot hunt what does not wish to be caught, shadowsinger. But you can chase me- though, heed my warning- you may not live to see the end." [Set 50 years after acosf] Azriel x OC