Golden Shadows (Azriel x OC)

In a world divided by courts and bound by ancient power, two dangerously different souls collide. Azriel, the Night Court's infamous Spymaster, lives in the shadows-silent, lethal, and ruled by duty. But everything shifts when he crosses paths with Delphine, a seductive and bold siren thief with a wicked smile and a knack for disappearing just when he gets too close. She's chaos wrapped in charm, leaving soul-drained corpses and sarcastic notes in her wake. He's the blade sent to stop her... until the bond reveals something far more complicated. Now hunted and haunted by each other, Delphine and Azriel are locked in a deadly game of cat and mouse-where secrets run deep, hearts betray logic, and neither one is willing to lose. Not to the other. Not even to fate.

Lyra Nightveil, the last heir of a powerful family, has spent her life carrying the weight of her lineage. When her parents are murdered, she's thrust into the heart of the Night Court, under the guardianship of Cassian and Nesta. But her past haunts her, and the bond she once shared with Nyx, the son of Rhysand and Feyre, is now a bitter rivalry. Forced together to confront an emerging threat, Lyra and Nyx must navigate their tangled history, reconcile their feelings, and face a destiny neither of them ever expected. Can they find trust-and love-amid the shadows of their legacy?

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?

He was the darkness. She was the star who lit it up. In which the shadowsinger of the Night Court falls for his High Lord's long lost sister. "He was like a breath of fresh air after being held underwater for eternity." - "She was his punishment for every bad thing he had ever done. For no one could make him bleed the way she did." - Azriel x oc story

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

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.

They were never supposed to work. The spymaster of Night. The heir who swore he'd never be like his father. The High Lady of Autumn. Bound by a rare mating bond, entangled in politics, duty, and desire. Together, they were something sacred. Something secret. Until unrest in the Autumn Court begins to rot everything they've built. Whispers become threats. Loyalty fractures. And love-real, messy, consuming love-might not be enough to hold them together. A story of power, sacrifice, and the kind of love that refuses to be quiet. Of three souls fighting not just for a court but for each other.

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.

Azriel X Scarlett Vanserra (Eris' Eldest Daughter). 18+ Spiciness and a bit of a slow burn!!!! What happens when your High Lord and Lady agree to temporarily house your nemesis' offspring? Well falling in love and finding his mate was certainly not the answer Azriel was expecting. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ I glance at Nesta who watches her mate slowly tethering on the edge of becoming unconscious as he refuses to tap out. "You want to call it or will we be down a trainer today?" I ask quietly as her eyes fume with rage over Scarletts victory. "That's enough." She snaps, projecting her voice. "He's done." Releasing him, Scarlett drops her grip and Cassian falls forward gasping for air. Turning on her heels she cocks her head as her eyes meet mine. "What do you say, Shadowsinger... up for a match?" Definitely Eris' daughter. The familiar arrogant and cocky attitude briefly shows on her face before she once again puts on the stoic expression of a warrior who can't be read. Not vocalizing my acceptance, I simply walk into the fighting area as Cassian shifts off to stand with his mate. No doubt another bet is being placed. "Nesta." She calls out without taking her eyes off me. "You call it." Changing her stance to a different one than what she started with in Cassian's fight I see just how smart she is. She's already switching her strategy up before she sees me make a move. "On three!" Nesta's voice calls through the air and I keep my focus on the female in front of me, her Amber eyes burning into me. "One!" A breeze blows and her scent fills my nose. Cider, cinnamon... mmm crisp leaves. "Two!" A living embodiment of Autumn. "Three!" Nesta calls and I wait for Scarlett to strike the first blow. ◈⋙◇◈◇⋘◈ A/N: I do not own any of these characters and this is a fanfic made for the fun of writing and the love of our fictional bat boys from the ACOTAR books! Notable Rankings: #1 erisvanserra #1 nightcourt #1 vanserra #1 acosf #3 spymaster #9 acotar

Galadriel was once a spy, deep in the Autumn Court but an act of loyalty to a friend cost her that position. Now forced back into hiding, the Night Court takes charge in keeping her hidden from Beron's search for her head. Loyal to her spymaster, she faces the backlash of what that has cost her in the near two hundred years of lying and the weight of her failure breaks her down bit by bit.