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A Bloody Crown

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"How can one be a Queen without a crown, darling?" she cooed, a small smile on her face. "Slit her arms."

The guards each restrained me, tying my legs together, and my upper arms to my torso. They slid up my leather sleeves, took out a knife, extended out my arms, and began slitting long marks down the length, from my elbow to wrist. I screamed in pain, twisting and writhing away from them as best as I could. Tears streamed down my face, the pain becoming unbearable as air hit the open wounds. Vomit began rising in my throat, panic stirring in the back of my mind.

"Stop, please," I begged, unable to take the pain. "I can't, I can't-"

Briallyn placed the crown in my hands, allowing the blood from my arms to run down onto it, staining the precious silver metal red.

Red. That color. Iron. That smell.

It dripped onto the floor, echoing around the room, reverberating between my ears.

Splattering. That sound.

The guards squeezed each of my upper arms, pushing more blood out of the wounds, causing me to howl in pain. I cried and wriggled, holding desperately to the crown. My guts turned at the sight, my arms stained red, unclean and impure. 

*this story contains strong themes of violence, PTSD, and sexual assault*All Rights Reserved

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A Court of Snow and Storms by LeeraIvy

One year ago, Prythian suffered an attack at the hands of the necromancer, Melantha. She was ultimately defeated, but the marks of her terrible influence still remain in the memories and on the bodies of her victims. Wynter, Heir to the Winter Court, bears many of those marks. Unable to live with himself after what happened on the island Inmortui, Wynter chose to go into seclusion and face his lingering trauma alone. Regardless of his attempts to isolate himself, there are those who refuse to abandon him, no matter how badly he wishes they would. Elodie Rohese has carried a fondness towards Wynter since she first met him, just before he was kidnapped by Melantha. She refuses to leave him alone in his isolation, and instead, visits his home frequently, even though he never admits her. Despite her uncle's wrath and prejudices, Elodie continues to reach out to Wynter. When circumstances finally drive Wynter to answer her, they are both swept into a storm of unresolved trauma and unacknowledged romance. Together, they can weather the storm, but apart, it will only break them. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story follows the storyline laid out in my previous fanfictions. It may not fall in line with the actual storyline once the ACOTAR series is continued, and will NOT be updated to match it. Warning: This book contains themes that may trigger some. There will be chapters dealing with sexual content, rape, abuse, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed October 29, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books *UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED* see bio

A COURT OF DARK SHADOWS AND LIQUID GOLD (AZRIEL X OC) by fabg_555

"Child of Troy; can you feel fire's soft breath tracing your bloodstream? Prophet girl, chosen by the sun; Do you hear the gods whispering those silent stardust words? Cursed daughter, uttering insanities no one believes; Do you regret taking the vow? Suffer of wrath, pitied by the goddess of wisdom and war; Do you know how Athena weeped at the sight of you? Steadfast youth, with endless pain in life, will you ever find peace in these golden fields of virtue after death?" Where Ellaria of Troy falls into the world of Prythian, into the arms of a Shadowsinger, and brings with her an ancient and tragic prophecy that is destined to torment until it is finally fulfilled. ------------------------------------------- azriel x ellaria(oc) - Not following the ACOSF canon totally, there a lot of modifies to make it work with the story I want to tell. - It's AVAILABLE in AO3 too, in case anyone wants to read it there. - I promise you a happy ending, but a lot of suffering before so everyone is warned. WARNING: Depression Themes, Post Traumatic Stress, War, Death, Death of Infants and Children, Graphic Descriptions of Violence, Explicit Themes, Family Problems of All Kinds, Suicide Attempts. (I am not going to put warnings in each chapter, this story touches sensitive issues of all kinds, so whether or not to read it is up to you.)

The Hunt by Qthehunt

Cecily's blade swung, hitting its mark as always. The man's arm fell to the cold grass of the prison with a familiar thud. He let out a blood curdling scream. A warning to the rest. Stay away, the Hunter is here. That's the name they'd given her, the Hunter. After she cut off the man who tried to rape hers masculinity, they stayed away. She'd made it clear anyone who tried to touch her would be hunted and slaughtered. Cecily kneeled down, pushing the man's face into the dirt so she could use his back as a seat while she trifled through his belongings. "You're hurting my ears," she told him, no remorse in her voice. "Quiet down before I really do kill you." The man but his lip, well aware that she wasn't lying. Sobs shook him, making for an uncomfortable seat. She, however, didn't particularly feel the beed to kill him. It happened, not often, but it did. "Oh, hush up," she hissed, taking out a bag of rations with her metal hand, "it doesn't hurt that bad." With her good, human hand, she dropped the plastic bag of food into her own bag. She pushed up, off the man back. As she was about to walk away, bag slung over her shoulder, brushing against her autumn colored braid, she turned back to him. "Consider yourself lucky," she said, no hatred in her voice, there never was. "Consider yourself lucky that you didn't do anything stupid. And even luckier if one of the scum bagged criminals in here feel a little light in their hearts and help you. Consider yourself luckier if you die there." With that, her old black and white Nike sneakers carried her off into the brush of the huge prison.

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

A Song of Flame & Shadow - Eris x OC by AshenSoul15

Vel, an Oracle older than Prythian itself, visits the Autumn Court at the request of its High Lord. While there she gets swept up in the court's political scheming, with Eris trying to win her favor using any means necessary. But all is not what it seems and her visit is cut short by a bloody betrayal. Now, alone and afraid she must escape Autumn and get back home. - Perhaps she'd misjudged him and he was actually going to slice her open. Vel decided she wasn't going to stick around to find out. In the blink of an eye, she squeezed her palm between the blade and her neck, scraping most of the skin off in the process, and with her other arm she elbowed Eris in the stomach as hard as she could. The dagger clattered to the floor slick with her blood and Eris released her, stumbling a few feet back. She turned back towards him, palms up. Blood was pouring down her left arm, dripping into her sleeve. He'd already produced another dagger from Mother knew where and was about to throw it at her face. "Wait. Eris. We want the same thing. We could work together if you would just trust me." Eris narrowed his eyes at her. "Trust you? Do you genuinely think I'm simple?" he hissed out the words, trying to keep his voice low. "You want me to trust you when all you've been doing since you got here has been sneaking around and spying on us."

The Duchesses by silviaaaclaira

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Shadowsinger by kensy_lane

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A Court Of Past And Present by jaquly

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One year ago, Prythian suffered an attack at the hands of the necromancer, Melantha. She was ultimately defeated, but the marks of her terrible influence still remain in the memories and on the bodies of her victims. Wynter, Heir to the Winter Court, bears many of those marks. Unable to live with himself after what happened on the island Inmortui, Wynter chose to go into seclusion and face his lingering trauma alone. Regardless of his attempts to isolate himself, there are those who refuse to abandon him, no matter how badly he wishes they would. Elodie Rohese has carried a fondness towards Wynter since she first met him, just before he was kidnapped by Melantha. She refuses to leave him alone in his isolation, and instead, visits his home frequently, even though he never admits her. Despite her uncle's wrath and prejudices, Elodie continues to reach out to Wynter. When circumstances finally drive Wynter to answer her, they are both swept into a storm of unresolved trauma and unacknowledged romance. Together, they can weather the storm, but apart, it will only break them. Disclaimer: I do not own the ACOTAR series or the characters and places therein. I take credit only for this story and my original characters. This story follows the storyline laid out in my previous fanfictions. It may not fall in line with the actual storyline once the ACOTAR series is continued, and will NOT be updated to match it. Warning: This book contains themes that may trigger some. There will be chapters dealing with sexual content, rape, abuse, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed October 29, 2021 My ACOTAR FanFiction Series Order: 1) A Court of Flames and Shadows 2) A Court of War and Sacrifice 3) A Court of Hearts and Stone 4) A Court of Wings and Fate 5) A Court of Ash and Necromancy 6) A Court of Snow and Storms 7) A Court of Stars and Memories Extra: Beyond the Books UNSOLICITED CRITICS MAY BE MUTED see bio