A Court of Moon and Blood
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  • Parts 14
  • Time 4h 37m
  • Reads 254
  • Votes 15
  • Parts 14
  • Time 4h 37m
Ongoing, First published Apr 14
This story is inspired by the AMAZING Sarah j. Maas, the only thing I'm changing is the main plot line and the two main characters. All of the side characters are the same with a few added for texture. But the two main characters are replaced with my own characters. But nonetheless, I hope you enjoy! 

Also, all of the art in this story is AI generated, or Pinterest, so all credit goes to Bing Image creator and the original artists 😂
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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.