"You taste like wine," she whispered, her voice playful but soft, her lips still close to mine.
I chuckled, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "You're not so innocent yourself."
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Aureva, a human baker, leads a quiet life in her small village, content in the simplicity of her daily routine. But lately, whispers have begun to reach her ears-rumors of powerful, evil fae stirring in the shadows, bringing unease to the edges of her peaceful world.
Azriel, the shadowsinger of the Night Court, is no stranger to darkness. As spymaster, he has spent centuries gathering secrets and slipping through shadows, always one step ahead of danger. Yet now, something stirs in Hybern, a darkness even his shadows struggle to comprehend.
In the heart of Hybern, a new power is rising, one that threatens the delicate equilibrium between worlds. Aureva finds herself caught in the center of this turmoil, unwittingly linked to the forces at play. As her path crosses with Azriel's, they become entangled in a web of secrets and shadows, forced to confront what lies beneath the surface of their worlds-and each other.
azriel x Oc
[COMPLETED] A hundred years had passed since the war against Hybern. Life was back to normal until a fae child fell from the sky and claimed to be from another world. No one in the Night Court understood how the gate between worlds could have opened, but Azriel had an idea.
It was something big. Chaotic. Dangerous. He could feel it in his bones, like thousands of strings connecting to one thing. Hear it in the whispers that traveled from the east. The shadows that sang horrendous cries of something evil shattering. And then a gate between worlds had opened. It had to be linked together.
The strings all tied back to one person. His mate.
A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfic with mentions of the Throne of Glass world. May contain sensitive content.
The art of Azriel on the cover belongs to: Merwild