Acotar Stories

Long before Prythian's fate was changed, the Spring Court had a forgotten daughter. Lady Rinaver, daughter of the past High Lord of the Spring Court and Tamlin's younger sister, possesses a power that few truly understand. Confined within the borders of the Spring Court and haunted by a past she refuses to speak of, she has spent centuries hiding secrets that could change everything. When Tamlin brings the human Feyre Archeron to the manor, Rinaver is overcome by an inexplicable resentment-yet can't stop herself from quietly protecting her. As old secrets awaken and destiny begins to unfold, Rinaver will discover that the greatest threat to her heart isn't within the Spring Court... it's waiting for her in the Night Court.

a court of mist and fury fanfiction azriel shadowsinger x oc 18+ - "The angels up in the clouds are jealous knowing we found Something so out of the ordinary. You got me kissing the ground of your sanctuary Shatter me with your touch, oh Lord return to me dust." What happens when a reader falls into ACOTAR's universe.

My name is Silene, and I am Rhysand's little sister. For 500 years, I have buried and stuffed my feelings down into the depths of my soul. For 500 years, I have smiled and nodded while my heart cracked into a thousand tiny pieces. Why? For 500 years, I watched as my mate fell in love with another woman. When he fell out of love with her, I thought I had a chance. Until Feyre became High Lady. Until her sisters came to live in Velaris. Until Elain Archeron.

For fifty years, Asteria survived. She survived the loss of her brother. She survived the war. She survived becoming the person everyone leaned on. But somewhere between duty and grief, she forgot how to live. She forgot how to fly. Then Azriel arrives at the mountain house half-frozen, wounded, exhausted-and everything begins to change. In the quiet of storms and candlelight, among shadows that adore her and wings she no longer remembers how to use, Asteria begins finding herself again. And somewhere between shadows, storms, and stolen moments, Azriel realizes there was never going to be an escape from her and why his shadows chose her centuries ago. A fantasy romance set in the Night Court. Slow burn. Mutual pining. Healing. Star magic. Wing care. Shadows with opinions. And a love story written softly between the stars. All characters and settings from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series belong to Sarah J. Maas. I only own my original characters, scenes, and plot additions created for this fanfiction. This story is a non-profit work of fanfiction made purely for entertainment purposes. Happy Ending :)

One minute, Sienna Quinn is asleep in her tiny Jersey apartment. The next, she wakes in a bed that is definitely not hers - beside Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court. There are ancient wards, winged warriors, a sentient House with opinions, and absolutely no coffee. Sienna has no phone, no way home, and no explanation for how she appeared in the most protected bedroom in Velaris. To the Inner Circle, she is an impossible problem. To Cassian, she is a training disaster waiting to happen. To Mor, she is clearly worth keeping. To Azriel, she is suspicious. To Amren, she is already too much. And to Rhysand, she is becoming a riddle he should not enjoy solving. A lighthearted ACOTAR portal-fantasy fanfiction full of banter, found family, slow-burn tension, Velaris chaos, and one very under-caffeinated girl from New Jersey. Disclaimer: This is an unofficial fanfiction inspired by the ACOTAR universe. Canon characters, settings, and world belong to Sarah J. Maas. Sienna Quinn and original plot elements belong to me.

Theia, an Illyrian female, despises her Court. She knows of the High Lord's secret city, and the wealth that thrives there. As the poorest of a poverty stricken village, Theia is forced to keep herself and her mother alive. Working two jobs and coming home to a dilapidated cabin, she runs thin. Nyx, the Heir of the Night Court, had taken interest in her during his residency at the Windhaven war camp. He pushes himself into her life after being scolded about his privilege. Theia refuses to accept his pity, but can't seem to stay away from his continuous offers. Nyx x OC A Court of Thorns and Roses story.

Ivy Meadowcroft lived among Illyrian men who only wanted her for one thing: her ability to breed. She wasted away in an Illyrian camp in the mountains, tucked away where surely the High Lord and his Inner Circle would never find them. She lived a life of fear, loneliness and solitude. The only thing holding her together? The soft thread of light anchored inside of her. Her only source of light and softness, something she treasured. Azriel, shadow singer and spymaster, was anything but soft. But he would try for Ivy. His fated mate would be tortured no longer. Months after the invisible thread appeared, he'd finally found her. adn gods help any male that stood in his way. (This is a work of fanfiction. Any characters or cities and courts from the ACOTAR universe are owned by the original author, Sarah J Maas.)

Hyacinth has one wish for her birthday. To go somewhere. Anywhere. But trapped in endless Spring, she fears she may never see the world beyond the manor. Across Prythian, a High Lord's son is plagued by visions. Visions of a haunting, mysterious girl. Grounding him in the midst of tragedy, he longs to find the source. When their worlds collide in an unexpected tumult, the heirs of Night and Spring forge a bargain to obtain what they want most. With secrets and curses around every bend, Hyacinth and Nyx are left to wonder- Will daybreak bring a bright and hopeful future? Or will they be left in an eventide of ruination? ✨New Chapters Weekly✨ ******* I do not own the rights to the original source material. Respectfully, a story born of curiosity and admiration of the works they are inspired by.

A solo cien años de la restitución de la monarquía, Megarian Kilver se preparaba para heredar el trono de Alería, el reino más poderoso del continente; Xionel Denan era un simple escritor perteneciente a una familia de la corte. De niños forjaron una amistad solida como el oro, pero con los años la devoción de Xionel se transformó en un amor que él no consideró posible. Atrapado entre su lealtad al reino y sus propios conflictos internos, decidió callar hasta que su corazón rebalsó. Mientras las tensiones políticas crecen para Megarian en su camino a convertirse en la primera mujer en gobernar y Xionel lucha con sus propios demonios, ¿podrá esta amistad convertirse en algo más o terminará por destruirse y llevarse al reino con ella?

A collection of my ocs

She woke up in Azriel's torture chamber with no memory of who she is or how she ended up there. He tells her she's there because she deserves to be there. Who do we become when we lose ourselves? (Throne of glass mentions and tie-ins)

Keres is an incredibly powerful Illyrian shadowsinger who developed her dark, wind-walking, and shadow-manipulating abilities at the age of ten. Born to unknown but immensely powerful parents, she was taken in and raised by Rhysand's mother, who loved her like a daughter. While the High Lord kept her around for her strategic spying capabilities, Rhysand treated her with deep respect as his own sister. During a visit to the war camps of Windhaven, a young Keres met Azriel. The very first time they met, their shadows instinctively lunged forward and clung to each other, causing Keres to laugh for the first time in years. As they grew older, they realized they were mates, completed their mating bond, lived together, and served as the twin spymasters for the Night Court. They weathered the tragic deaths of Rhysand's parents together, acting as a pillar of support for the new High Lord.

It has been four years since Rhysand came back and Feyre became our high lady beside him. The solstice has arrived and Feyre is two months into her pregnancy and Rhysand is being quite over protective. This story is based off of the ACOTAR series by Sarah J Mass. I hope you enjoy!

Here's a few of my ocs I use for roleplays and stories

In a vast land of magic and wealth, there ruled seven high ladies. Some were fair, some were cruel, and some chose to rule in solitude. Among them was the most powerful high lady ever to exist... The High Lady of the Night Court *an ACOTAR retelling*

My first fan fiction has arrived. A teacher comes home from a long day to relax. However, what she thinks is a dream just may be reality. People can't have wings? Right? AzrielxOc

[Gwynriel Week 2 Day 10 "AU Day": Gwyn was born around the same time as the bat boys] Five-year-old Gwyneth Berdara is transferred to the Starlight Orphanage in the Night Court of Prythian after her family is viciously slaughtered, and the Autumn Forest House rejects her. A six-year-old Azriel Erebus is living in the dungeon of his father's home, a despised, cast-out bastard living in solitary. Both children are unwanted and traumatized. What happens when a little girl hears a little boy crying, somewhere over the play-yard fence? And years later, when the High Lord's wife eventually catches wind of two scarred children having had nothing but one another in life, what would she do to change their lives forever?

Azriel has always had a secret. One that even his brothers don't know. The knowledge that he had sat on for a few hundred years was to never be revealed as it all was about her. But with rumors spreading through the village where his mother and her reside in, it would soon become the biggest secret not only his family would learn of, but Prythian as a whole. She's known nothing but the job she holds at the floral shop in the village just outside of RoseHall, the home of the High Lord of the Spring Court. Or at least that job is all she remembers. With her apprenticeship to Leonora, Freya has learned about the healing powers of the nature around them and how to keep herself hidden for safety from a world outside the village that would destroy a female like her. When she goes against Leonora's advice, she learns that her knowledge of her life is only a front for a long held secret that could change the fates of the courts. ***Takes place after Solstice in ACOSF

A HoO fanfiction featuring Octavian, with a twist from the world of Sarah J. Maas' A Court of Thorns and Roses series. Hope narrowed her eyes. "You're hiding something, aren't you? Two things, to be specific." Octavian had been cast into Tartarus for his crimes against his 'fellow' demigods. Saved by a girl who had done something equally as bad, he supposedly has the abilities to get them both out. But to do so, and save the camps yet again, Octavian has to accept the parts of him that no one else would or could.

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