In the heart of Prythian, an ancient curse stirs from the shadows-infecting wild beasts and threatening to unravel everything. What begins as a sickness soon reveals a darkness far more devastating, spreading faster than anyone could have feared. Into this growing storm steps Elara, a woman cloaked in mystery and danger. She crosses into the Night Court undetected, carrying a magic feared and forgotten: the power to control blood itself. Once a symbol of strength in her dying bloodline, her gift now threatens to destroy everything she's fought to protect. Haunted by a tragic past and bound by a desperate promise to her lost village, Elara embarks on a dangerous quest to find an ancient relic buried deep within the Night Court. But her power is unstable, fueled by pain and fear, and with every step, it threatens to consume her-and the fragile peace of the realm. Drawn unwillingly into the Inner Circle's dangerous world, Elara faces impossible choices: to save those she's come to care for or surrender to the darkness whispering through her veins. With enemies closing in and trust fraying at the edges, one thing is clear-Elara's fate will decide whether the curse consumes them all... or finally breaks. ||Azriel x OC|| Updates will be slow but let me know what you think about it already! All comments welcome, enjoy! **Inspiration and original characters taken from the world created by Sarah J Maas**

The war is over. The courts are healing. But peace has never been simple in Prythian. Azriel, the Night Court's shadowsinger, has built his life on silence and secrets. His blades are steady, his loyalty unquestioned. Yet beneath the calm, his shadows whisper of hunger he has long denied-desire locked away behind walls stronger than steel. Desire he once thought was meant for Elain Archeron, the gentle light he could never truly claim. When Rhysand introduces a stranger at the High Lord's table, everything fractures. She is no courtier. No ally wrapped in silks. She is storm and steel, an Illyrian with secrets of her own-and a scent that sinks into Azriel's bones like fire. What begins as tension meant to be released, a game to burn through restraint, becomes something far more dangerous. His shadows reach for her. Her eyes dare him to stop pretending. And the bond neither of them expected coils tighter with every stolen glance, every reckless night. But Prythian is not safe. Old enemies stir in the dark, and truths buried in Windhaven's ash threaten to unravel them all. And when shadows choose, they do not let go.

Rhysand's sister-the little star of the Night Court. Beloved. Brilliant. Until Rhys went Under the Mountain... and she stopped burning. Bit by bit, she let herself be reduced, forgetting how to shine. Believing love meant pain, and healing was for other people. But Azriel? He sees all of it. Always has, always will. And all he wants is for her to let him love her. A story of a girl who lost herself, and the male who would burn the world to bring her back. Of the family who never stopped loving her, and the Shadowsinger who would wait a thousand years more if she asked.

Azriel, Spymaster of the Night Court of Prythian, was lonely. The long days, the missions... But what happens when he finally finds his mate, only to realize she is the daughter of an enemy long dead... Amara is living a new life in Velaris, desperate to hide who she used to be, who her mother is. When Azriel comes into her life, everything changes, and the both of them have to learn who they are, and fast, because something is coming for the both of them... I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS; THE ONLY ONE I MADE UP WAS AMARA. THE REST WERE CREATED BY SARAH J MAAS, AS WAS THE SETTING.

Bridgeton/Pride and Prejudice meets Azriel our beloved Shadowsinger and this author will tell the story of a Prideful noble lady and a spymaster who hates her. Azriel, the battle-worn Shadowsinger of the Night Court, has spent centuries in war and darkness. He has no patience for noble games, no desire for politics. But when Rhysand arranges his marriage to the infamous Jewel of Prythian-an effort to mend ties with the Spring Court and keep Azriel from dangerous affections-he is forced into a world he despises. Liora, daughter of the Dawn and Spring Courts, is everything he is not: a highborn beauty, the perfect courtly lady, untouched by war. To Azriel, she is spoiled, vain, and frivolous. To Seraphine, he is a brute-cold, scarred, and lacking any grace beyond the battlefield. Forced into marriage, they are trapped in a battle of wills, neither willing to bend. But peace in Prythian is fragile, and war is never far. Whispers of old enemies emerging from the shadows threaten the stability of the courts. As political tensions rise, Azriel and Liora find themselves at the center of a deadly game-where their union may be the only thing holding Prythian together. For beneath Liora's silks and diamonds lies a mind as sharp as his blades. And beneath Azriel's shadows and scars is a longing he never dared to name. Enemies by fate. Lovers by scandal. Can a warrior of darkness and a lady of starlight survive the storm ahead-or will their pride and prejudice tear them, and Prythian, apart?

A year has passed since Seren Marzena returned to the Night Court with her mate, Azriel. Their time of rest is coming to an end. Plans long kept silent are now being enacted. All across Prythian, threats are revealing themselves. The three Mortal Queens have returned and pledged their allegiance to Koschei, an ancient god who is determined to see Prythian crumble beneath him. Old allies are becoming new enemies as Koschei's influence spreads. He and the Queens must be defeated before they locate Prythian's most powerful artifacts. Time is running out for everyone. If the Courts cannot band together and summon their remaining allies in time, all will be lost. Seren isn't willing to see that happen, and she will do whatever she can to aid her family in their fight to save Prythian. 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 takes place two years after A Court of Silver Flames. Most of the artwork used in this story was found on Pinterest. Warning: This book, while being a work of fiction, still deals with real elements. There will be chapters dealing with abuse, depression, gore, PTSD, and other topics which some might find triggering. Completed June 22, 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

I vow to stand guard over your legacy, to guard your throne. I vow to carry your warmth and ruin. I kneel to no one, but you, my Seraphira." -Azriel, Shadowsinger and spymaster of the Night Court. She was meant to be nothing-a forgotten girl sold to a court of bones and sand, silenced before her power could ever bloom. But Seraphira was never meant to be quiet. Beneath the jeweled veils and gilded cruelty of her desert cage, she hides a secret. A magic older than any spell, born not to create, but to unmake. A reaper, forged by the stars to end what should never have been born. When two warriors from the Night Court arrive-Azriel, cloaked in shadows, and Cassian, fury given form they come seeking diplomacy. Trade. And something more. A weapon. A girl. A key. What they find instead is a soul on the edge of awakening, and a bond quietly thrumming between her and the shadowsinger who is determined to save her from a marriage with the cruel, horrific High Lord's son. But fate is rarely kind. And nothing that blooms in the dark is ever left untouched. Now, Seraphira must learn to trust again. To fight again, to feel once more. And maybe-just maybe-remember the shadows that once wrapped around her like a promise. Even if it kills her. +Disclaimer+ I own none of the ACOTAR characters, world, or any work done by Sarah J Maas, this story has some original characters I created, but thus further- this is just a fantasy for fun work and I own no rights or anything to do with any ideas original to Sarah J Maas. ~TW~ This is a mature 18+ dark fantasy romance, coming from the depths of my dark mind. This story will have attempted SA and off page, abuse, crude language and heavy sexual themes. There will be violence on page, death, obsession and possession. Blood play, knife play, gore, torture, suicidal thoughts (briefly)

{Azriel x OC} Aeliana, Heir to the throne of Shadow and Flame, suffers the loss of her kingdom, family, and people. After being tortured for the entirety of her young life, she comes face-to-face with a raging conflict that forces her to fall through a series of gateways in her world. Landing in a land of night, she is faced with her worst fears and has to confront her trauma, including the power in her blood. As she befriends the Night Court, she becomes enthralled by the winged male named Azriel and discovers that she is not truly alone in her burdens. *NOTICE* I do not own any of these characters, besides the OC, and these all belong to Sarah J Maas. Happy Readings! ♡

He is the Night Court's silent blade, a shadowsinger bound by duty and scars. But when dusk itself answers his call, desire and destiny entwine-and the walls he's built may finally begin to break. This is an Azriel-centered fanfiction, imagining the events after A Court of Silver Flames (incl. the bonus chapters), and featuring a new OC. Disclaimer: I have not read Throne of Glass nor Crescent City just yet, so none of the events in those series have been taken into account in this fanfiction. Let me know your thoughts about this in the comments! I would love to discuss 🩶

"Everything hurt. Nothing felt...real. It was cold in this dark cell. I had long ago given up screaming for help, or trying to get the door open. The wound in my side would kill me soon. Would anyone come? I didn't know. I didn't care. At least, I didn't care until that door finally opened and a man with wings stepped into my small cell." ****** Adrianna grew up in an Illyrian war camp. Their brutal ways forced her to hide in ways she didn't want to. Then when she was caught teaching herself to fly, she was punished, her wings bound with clamps. Then, her parents presented her with a male that she would marry. He was one of the few considerate Illyrian males in the camp, but when he is suddenly murdered, she is blamed for the heinous crime. Then, she was taken Under the Mountain and forced to fight to the death in a Ring created by the evil Amarantha for the enjoyment of her evil Court. For twenty-two years she remained in a small, dark cell, only leaving to fight or to perform other tasks the evil Fae from Hybern demanded until an Illyrian man came to save her. He was none other than Azriel, the Shadowsinger and the High Lord's Spymaster. Whisked away to the Court of Dreams, her wounds were cared for, her wings... somewhat fixed. Now, she works for High Lord Rhysand as his personal assassin, but when a startling discovery comes around about her past, she must make a decision that could cost her everything. ****I do not own the drawings featured in the cover. All credit goes to the amazing artists****