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Song & Dance

Leituras 1,381
Votos 34
Capítulos 3
Tempo 1h 43m

Leituras 1,381
Votos 34
Capítulos 3
Tempo 1h 43m

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"Mother, are you using me to make the shadowsinger jealous?" Lucien asked, trying not to snicker.
When he looked back down at Elain he found her face had paled - her lips were pressed in a flat line. The expression of someone who knew they'd slipped up.
Lucien rolled his eyes. "Did you believe I was laboring under the illusion you were not pursuing his affections, lady?"
Elain's mouth opened and closed and she fumbled their steps briefly before Lucien steered them back on track. "It- How long have you known?"
He snorted. "Both of my eyes see just fine."
Elain's troubled expression softened into puzzlement. "But you never..."
He arched a single brow. "I've never caused a scene? I've never objected to another male pursuing my mate? I've never gone on a bloody rampage snarling about how our lives are woven together by fate itself and as a result I'm entitled to your heart over a brooding, emotionally unstable spymaster? Hm?"
Elain bit her lower lip and Lucien was surprised and pleased to realize she was holding back a grin. "Something like that."

**Elain and Lucien deal with the repercussions of a one night stand**Todos os Direitos Reservados

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Daylight, de letswookieswin

Lucien returns to Velaris after the war with Hybern, full of anxiety about being so near to Elain. He tries to find a place among Rhysand's Inner Circle and find the balance between getting to know his mate without being overbearing. For months, Elain has been having a recurring dream of autumn forests. When Lucien returns to Velaris, not only does the dream's frequency intensify, but she finds herself waking up in Lucien's room every morning before dawn. Despite Nesta's looming presence and Lucien's lingering guilt over Jesminda, the two grow closer and Elain allows herself to truly imagine what being Lucien's mate could be like. Lucien begins to wonder if the Night Court could be the home he's spent so long searching for. But their fragile, new bond will be tested when Lucien is called away, back to the continent and its cursed queen. Set after ACOWAR but ignores the events from ACOFAS. Elucien all the way. Sorry Elriel shippers.

Terror of Night, de crimson_text

"She whimpered, as if he had struck her. And he knew that his wings were now poking out from behind his back, towering shadows of terror. And as he unleashed his power, the terror of night that no one saw, he let himself become what he had sworn he would never. And he whirled on his mate, casting a shadow over her. She tripped as he advanced, scrambling back over shards of glass. "Rhys.."' *** If Feyre betrayed Rhysand after the war, and if Rhysand didn't forgive her. An AU where everything went so, so, so wrong. There are no happy endings here.

My Darling, Cathyrena, de Sophie_BookQ

What if Rhysand had a child with Amarantha while he was imprisoned Under the Mountain? (One he never knew about..?) There is desire in the familiar ache of agony. There is a sort of comfort in spilled blood that drip from walls. Cathyrena pressed the magenta lipstick to her Mother's lips. Watching the brush stain pale skin and dress up a monster in angel clothing. Her jewels shimmered and shined with a type of mocking cruelty. There is a moment where she wonders what color Amarantha would bleed if she were to stab her in the eye. That night, the same violet dress Cathyrena matched her lips with laid in the empty bedroom floor. It's star-like gems still intact. The bed covers wrinkled and pillows thrown. Amarantha liked to have Rhysand in the brightest of Night when the Moon was full. She picked up the fabric softly. She had noticed the High Lord of Night scent mixed with her Mother's. Her indigo eyes flickered back to the mattress where he was raped. She wondered if he liked the dress. Cathyrena has all the worst traits of her parents. Darkness and Murder. But, what if she inherited all their best ones too? Its a shame Amarantha doesn't have any.

Fox and Fawn, de Daevastanner

An Elucien Holiday Novella Lucien still didn't look at her. "I have spoken with Feyre. She, as you know, has spell-cleaving abilities - far greater than my own." Another deep shuddering breath. "And she has agreed to break our bond." Elain froze in her seat. Her mind wiped of all reason. Of all words. Lucien continued, "Tomorrow." Elain's heart stuttered. He finally met her eyes, and a warm smile spread on his lips. Warm and comforting and sincere. It made Elain sick. Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Numbly, Elain placed her fingers in his palm. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. "Happy Solstice, Elain." And he left. *** All chapters uploaded 130 pages, approx 40 K words

A Song of Flame & Shadow - Eris x OC, de 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."

SINS OF THE FATHER, de AdelaineJDevyn

Nyx watched his father at the head of the table, his palm resting gently on his mother's tattooed hand. Rhysand laughed at something Mor was saying, the sound pure and happy. Nyx stared with such intensity that it was noticed by the Inner Circle. His father turned to him, a small smile on his lips. He was so elated to have his son home once more. Nyx wanted to break something. "Are you real?" He whispered out loud. His father's smile faltered. Feyre tensed at her son's hoarse voice. He hadn't spoken since that morning, but then again that was nothing new. Nyx rarely spoke these days. "Nyx, my darling?" She asked softly. Nyx had only eyes for his father. "How can you stand it?" He asked, he sounded tired even to his own ears, "How can you sit there...and act happy?" His father sucked in a breath, and leaned closer as if to offer some sort of comfort. "I am happy, Nyx. I'm not pretending." Nyx flinched. Rhysand's face shattered. He stilled. Nyx watched him swallow. "I know what she's done to you..." Nyx said, "Amarantha told me exactly how she hurt you. She hurt me in the exact same way-" "Nyx," Feyre sniffed, "Please." "You cannot let her win, Nyx." Rhysand's voice was soft. "She can't win-" "But she has already won, dad." Nyx said, and there were tears running down his face. "She broke me." Rhysand shut his eyes tightly against the confession. The image of his baby boy in such agony- "I am so tired." Nyx said, "I don't want to live like this. She took everything from me. My wings. My freedom. My dignity. I just want to die-" "Stop." Feyre cried. "Please. Nyx. Stop. You don't mean that." Nyx finally turned to look at his mother. There was such understanding in her eyes. "What else is there?" He said before leaving the room entirely. # An old villain has risen from the dead with vengence on her mind. Nyx, the heir of Night, and Danae, the heir of Spring, shall pay for the sins of their fathers.

A ShadowSingers Love, de BookLoverMadie

*******SPOILERS****** Takes place after ACOWAR The war with Hybern has ended and the world of Prythian has finally calmed and found peace. The Night Court has ruled with its High Lord and Lady, and the inner circle. After choosing Lucien, the Lord of Day Court's son, Azriel is left wondering when he will ever find love. A young woman, born of the Night Court is new to the inner circle, unknowing of the court of dreams until after the war. When meeting the ShadowSinger will she feel fear or love for the man who lives in shadow?

The Unspoken One, de StellaBloom_09_

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, de unofficalavenger3000

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.

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Daylight

Lucien returns to Velaris after the war with Hybern, full of anxiety about being so near to Elain. He tries to find a place among Rhysand's Inner Circle and find the balance between getting to know his mate without being overbearing. For months, Elain has been having a recurring dream of autumn forests. When Lucien returns to Velaris, not only does the dream's frequency intensify, but she finds herself waking up in Lucien's room every morning before dawn. Despite Nesta's looming presence and Lucien's lingering guilt over Jesminda, the two grow closer and Elain allows herself to truly imagine what being Lucien's mate could be like. Lucien begins to wonder if the Night Court could be the home he's spent so long searching for. But their fragile, new bond will be tested when Lucien is called away, back to the continent and its cursed queen. Set after ACOWAR but ignores the events from ACOFAS. Elucien all the way. Sorry Elriel shippers.