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SINS OF THE FATHER

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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.All Rights Reserved

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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. After a lifetime of struggling to survive, Alya Song finds herself being dragged to an 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 Past And Present by jaquly

|| Highest ranking: #9 in protection ⚔️ #1 in A Court Of Thorns and Roses🌹 #7 in Sarah J Maas 🧝🏼‍♀️ || "What?" Rhys asked, frowning at Mor. She shrugged, "by the looks of it, your going to be a father soon." Darkness exploded through the room. Cutting out my vision, it seeped through the windows, blocking out any visible light. Calloused hands pressed down against my shoulders, holding me in place. Soothing talons scraped down my mental barriers, trying to pry them open. I could feel his presence through the dark, feel the warmth of his body as he stood in front of me. The darkness subsided to uncover the violet stare of Rhysand eyes gazing down at me. Talons scraped at my mental walls once more before he spoke down our bond, Is this true? I looked to my mate, "Yes." He receded a few steps, stumbling over his words, "how?" "Well, when a mummy and a daddy love each other very much-" "HOW?" He snapped, cutting me off. Sighing, I relaxed my wings, exhausted from today's events, and let them slide to the floor. "A witch put a spell on me," I muttered, unable to make eye contact, "one which I think changed the year I was living in." *** Feyre is the Hight Lady of the Night Court. Living out her life, she thought it was going to be a prefect happily ever after with her only struggles being breaking the news to her mate about her pregnancy. Little did she know the darkness looming within the background, waiting to strike. When a witch appears on her door step, the last thing she would of expected was to be cursed to another year, before she ever existed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a seperate novella spinoff of the acotar series. (DON'T NEED TO READ SERIES IN ORDER TO READ THIS BUT WILL HELP GREATLY IN UNDERSTANDING SOME SETTINGS, REFERENCES AND CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTS)

A Court of Thrones and Thieves (ACOTAR FANFIC) by Edenwinchester02

Nyx, son of the High Lord of Night Rhysand and Feyre Cursebreaker. Loki Brekker, daughter to none and queen of the thieves. Who knew robbing the Night Court would lead them to each other? There is, ultimately, no light without darkness, and no darkness without light, and all things need their opposite for balance. (Post Acotar Fanfic) (Nyx x OC) (LOTS of Six of Crows references!!!!!) ⚠️ I DON'T OWN ACOTAR OF ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS

The Starlight Series by XJessCarrotX

"You look happy." Mara whispered, her voice scratchy from sleep. "So do you." Feyre whispered back. Mara searched her friend's face, thumb absentmindedly stroking Feyre's knuckles. "You deserve happiness, Feyre, so much happiness..." her voice trailed off towards the end. Feyre was not hers...and now she never would be. - This fanfic will be for all the books and they will all be published in here so you don't have to add multiple 'books' to your library. RysandxFeyrexOC. Will not be a love triangle(well it will be for a little while) but a loving triad. - Warnings for: everything already talked about in ACOTAR series as well as my OC abusive parent(only seen in brief flashbacks but she deals with the after affects), Amarantha takes a liking to my OC and certain things ensue...as well as torture. chapter 26 and 28 are the worst of it, you may skip those and it will not effect the story...I got carried away but I wanted to keep it in. Nothing explicit or detailed, only elusions to what happened or will happen.

A Court of Trust and Enemies by mymymoon

Book 3 Love has been found, Family reunited, Shame has been battled, and Allies secured. But who can Nyx trust in this new landscape? Can he Trust Luna even if she stands close to the Enemies of the Night Court. Nyx and Evalyn have grown closer and closer, The mating bond impossible to deny for much longer. But the healer is fighting a new battle inside, as her powers are fading she is left to wonder what her place in this world will be. And she asked if Hope really will be safe with her. Luna is back, but for how long? She has a lot of demons of her own to battle before she can return home. Wherever home is for her now. The Night Court and Velaris? A place she never was allowed to see. The Day Court where she fell in love, only to be broken into nothing. The Spring Court? And forever be hated by her family. And far off in the Darkness Axios is whispering into her mind, asking her to come back... As the youngest son among the Darkbringers, Axios has a lot to prove. But he is also at the mercy of his brothers and his father. Knowing that he may not survive if they learn that Luna fleed over a year ago, Axios is now playing a dangerous game of lies and deception. Who can anyone Trust? And who is your true Enemy? Yourself? Or your Family? Disclamer: I do not own ACOTAR characters or the world. This is my own work created within Sarah J Maas already created world. Set 26 years after A Court of Silver Famles. Cover art By Me.

Strange Tides by Adeline_Rowe

Iraden has lived in Velaris her whole life, in the silvery pools gifted to the Sirens by Rhysand's father, the High Lord before him. It wasn't the only thing she had to thank the High Lords of the Night Court for. For 100 years Iraden and her mother managed to keep her a secret, but what happens when Azriel, the Spymaster of the Night Court, and one of Rhysand's right hands, stumbles into where she works one day, a fast and unusual relationship taking root. Azriel is in desperate need of grounding, having drifted so far away in the past 50 years after the wars that he cannot find his way back. Iraden is in desperate need of freedom after spending her entire life hidden from her true nature, and her father, Rhysand, who is beginning to worry that Nyx isn't taking on the particular glow that the High Lord's heir should take. Will Iraden embrace who she was always meant to be? Will she dare to dream that big?

What if I lived? ✔️ by Chihirophie

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Windseeker

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