Feyre Stories

When you wake up in Pyrthian, specifically the Night Court, not knowing how you got there or who you are, surrounded by gorgeous Fae beings that see you as a menace...What do you even do? Oh yeah, maybe not telling them how despite your unknown origins and memory loss, you know every single detail of each them. - After the nonsense this unusual girl splurted, Rhysand gritted his teeth. Commanding an answer with merely his presence. "What is your name human?" She shrugged and gulped nervously. "I don't know, sir. You're the one who reads minds, that could come in handy right now." The High Lord of the Night Court tensed. Feyre pressed a protective and restraining palm on his chest. Looking at the girl not with defiance yet, but wariness. Aw, shit. Shouldn't have say it like that, huh? | | | | This is just a silly little fanfic/au inspired by SJM's masterpiece ACOTAR. All credits to her and her beautiful brain.

Um universo onde vampiros ancestrais são mais antigos que os próprios feéricos, e um laço proibido pode salvar ou destruir o mundo. *Quando as sombras encontram o sangue, o destino de dois reinos é selado* Azriel, o enigmático Mestre dos Espiões da Corte Noturna, sempre acreditou que suas mãos eram escuras demais para merecer o amor. Por quinhentos anos, ele observou seus irmãos encontrarem suas parceiras enquanto carregava sozinho o peso de seu passado. Mas tudo muda quando uma convocação misteriosa chega do Reino do Crepúsculo Eterno. Um lugar que não aparece em mapa algum, governado por seres mais poderosos que a própria Amren. Lyra Salvatore, princesa herdeira do Reino do Sangue Eterno, passou três milênios esperando por algo que fizesse seu coração imortal bater mais rápido. Uma guerreira implacável, uma governante destinada, uma vampira cujo poder rivaliza com o das estrelas. Mas nada a preparou para o que sentiria ao cruzar o olhar com um feérico de asas negras e olhos âmbar. O laço que se forma entre eles não é comum, é algo nunca antes visto. A fusão de um laço de parceria feérico com um Vínculo de Sangue vampírico, criando uma conexão tão poderosa que pode ser a salvação de todos os reinos.... ou sua destruição. Enquanto uma ameaça ancestral conhecida como Vorágine desperta nas profundezas do mundo, ameaçando consumir toda a existência, Azriel e Lyra precisam aprender a confiar um no outro. Mas o caminho é cheio de obstáculos: um parceiro de batalha superprotetor que conhece Lyra há três mil anos, uma vidente com um ciúmes capaz de ver fraquezas que ninguém mais vê, e a sombra constante de um poder que pode consumi-los se não for dominado. Em meio a batalhas épicas contra criaturas do vazio, rituais ancestrais e segredos milenares, Azriel descobrirá que o amor não é um prêmio para os dignos, é uma força que transcende vidas, mundos e a própria morte.

She wore her truth in her eyes Molded stones of love and tragedy and freckled constellations of pleasures and pain from a life's true story -ATTICUS

In which Amelia Archeron has an affair and child with the high lord of the Dawn courts son. or In which Elara grows up hidden away from her fae routes in a human family. Until her youngest half sister gets caught up in the fairy world. Oc x Azriel I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OR PLOT BESIDES MY OWN OC.

To all of those like me, who secretly still wishes of going to a magical realm every time they walk through an arch of weirdly bended trees in the woods. To those who look forward to the next time they can close their eyes and dream themselves away to a place where magic is real. To those who read an unhealthy amount of fiction to disappear into a world where they can fly high enough to touch the skies. And to the stars who listen. Roughly follows the first book. 4(of 36) chapters posted This is a fanfiction based on the book series 'A court of thorns and roses' by Sarah J Maas. Only my character and alterations to the plot are mine.

Aether is the Guardian of the Night Court, sworn to protect her High Lord and the court she loves deeply. A role created by the Mother herself, she is soul tied to her High Lord Rhysand and must carry out the responsibilities given to her by her title, or at least she should have. Born on the outskirts of Velaris, she was discovered first not by her High Lord, but the King of Hybern. Used for her powers, she lives a century under Hybern's control. On a routine seizure of information and to wipe out Hybern assets, the Spymaster and General of the Night Court come across a woman, beaten and weak, supposed to be Hybern's weapon master. They take her back to Velaris to heal and meet with the High Lord, but as the soul tie snaps together, another bond does as well to the High Lords' brother, Prince Ascelin. Being thrown back into society, Aether must navigate healing her trauma, meeting her new found family, and grow into her role as the Mother gifted Guardian. Trust will be tested, love will bloom, and tensions will rise. Pre-ACOTAR -- ACOSF fem!oc x male!oc

Instagram @charlotte_romeo_ ~~~~~ Celeste Archeron is forced into a body of the Cauldron's choosing, a life she never dreamed of living and world she never imagined calling her own. As the fourth and youngest Archeron sister, she knows of her family's struggles and triumphs over the years, and refuses to allow the world to bring her to her knees a moment longer. Celeste's journey into the Faerie realms of Prythian is not one most could endure. But for her sisters, for her family, for the love she has never allowed herself to believe could be hers, Celeste grasps the life once shaped by the world and doesn't wait for the world to catch up as she shifts it to a life of her own choosing. ~~~~ An ACOTAR fanfiction about extending yourself beyond society's mould, fighting for what is right and finding who you are along the way. Set from the end of ACOMAF and continues from this point onwards with the ACOTAR series. There will be spoilers for this series in this work. ~~~~ DISCLAIMERS: No smut. This is purely a work of fanfiction, using characters (except for my own) and the world from the 'A Court of Thorns and Roses' series belonging to Sarah J. Maas. Credits to cover photo owner; writing added to photo by me. Do not translate or republish this work elsewhere. This piece of fiction will only be available by @charlotte_romeo_ on Wattpad. If you see it anywhere else, please report the story and account for plagiarism. ~~~ Published: Thursday, 17th November, 2022.

Lilah Vega of Dawn Court has been believed dead for over 500 years, mourned heavily by the High Lord of Night Court to whom she grew up with. Except, she was never killed...but kept in the dungeons of the Autumn Court after being sold by Tamlin's father to Beron Vanserra. When Lilah breaks free one night, and stumbles back to the Night Court, Lilah finds that she doesn't know how to live anymore until someone takes the time and patience to help as she heals old wounds.

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 :)

Ariciya....she had an affinity for a lot of people. Azriel. Nesta. Cassian. It was well known that she had her ways of earning the affection of those she cared about. It was well known that the Valkyrie of the Steppes wasn't just a formidable warrior. And, it was well known that, once upon a time, she and the General Commander could've been...more. This ties in with my main ACOTAR story: A Court of Rage and Wishes. Think of this as a Oneshot series about Ariciya's relationships with various characters. **I do not own any of the characters or locations mentioned except for my OC (Ariciya) and perhaps any original locations or characters added in.

125 years ago, 75 years before Amarantha and the Under Mountain accident, the King of Hybern separated Irene and her 2 sisters from each other. Why? Who knows? Maybe he had his reasons. Ever since, Irene has been living in the castle on Hybern. People forget who she and her sisters were. People don't remember them anymore. One day, after the 125 years had gone, Hybern gives Irene to Tamlin as a gift for being allies with them. Turns out Tamlin and Irene don't like each other. At all. So when Tamlin goes to get Feyre in Hybern, Irene comes (against his will) along with him. Shit happens, but Irene and her sisters get reunited there and they are well. Right? No, none of them are well. Shit happened to them. And they ended up in the terrifying Night Court. Great. Just great. But the sisters soon learn that the fearsome Night Court isn't as fearsome as everyone says. In fact, when they get to see Velaris, they even start to love it. But, a war is coming. So now what? Well, the only thing left for them to do is to navigate through love and power and... Myths? Heh, I fucking suck at descriptions. I do absolutely not own all characters from the Acotar series, but I do own my made-up characters!! BTW, this will take place through the whole ACOTAR series. I wouldn't be sad if you followed me (on Wattpad ofc, not IRL)

-ACOTAR Universe- Elaine Archeron has always been the one others sought to protect-gentle, quiet, and seemingly fragile. While her sister Feyre Archeron fought with fire and Rhysand ruled from the shadows, Elaine remained in the safety they built around her. But safety comes at a cost. As love begins to feel more like a cage than a comfort, Elaine is forced to confront the truth about herself, her heart, and the role she has always played in the lives of those she loves. When a new darkness rises beyond the borders of everything she knows, she must make an impossible choice: remain the person they believe her to be-or become someone entirely different. In a story about love, sacrifice, and finding strength in the unexpected, Elaine sets out on a path that could change everything. Even if it means losing herself to save them all. All rights to the world and characters by Sarah J. Maas

It's been less than a year since Hybern fell, and Mor has decided it's finally time to tell her friends the truth. Compete ~2.3k words, it's teeny one. (I wrote this as my final exam in english, lol) Cover photo was taken in Ingonish, Nova Scotia and edited in the Wattpad/Desygner cover maker.

sometimes i write stuff, mostly fandom things.

TOG x ACOTAR crossover She was caught. But she would find a way out. Aelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was not afraid. All credits to Sarah J Maas and thank you to pinterest and the creators of the wonderful art I will be using.

❝what if everything were to change❞ ✓ completed° ©himisake 2018

The inner circle minus rhysand sit down and read a book but what they don't realise at the start is how big of a role this girl has in there life. I am not Sarah. J. Maas and will never be so the story isn't mine nor the characters other than me and I only own the comments they say nothing else.

Fate intertwined with the stars above the court of dreams. The stars and shadows called to the girl of night as she was born anew. A bond she once knew whispered to her, as she took death in her hands, the only comfort in the cold and cursed land. A tug on a bond between two souls, lost but never forgotten. Death whispered in her ear as she held the small broken tug to her heart where the stars once were. - Velaris fate was written in the stars as the cauldron gave her life. Stuffed her soul back in her body not a scar to be seen on the smooth skin that once held the story's of what she survived. Velaris must learn to live again in the cruel world that she was brought back too. Faced with old memories, broken bonds, and a different world then of the one she once knew. Can she face the new world she's been forced back into? - The book takes place in part three of A Court of Mist and Fury. If you have not read A Court of Song and Shadow by haleythespeed then go read that book first or this book will not make mush sense. DISCLAIMER: A Court of Song and Shadow is not my work nor is A Court of Thornes And Roeses.

If Rhysand's mother Aithusa and younger sister Rhiannon survived the attack by the Spring Court and were at his side along with the Inner Circle for the coming centuries. Also featuring a backstory on the relationship between Rhys' parents, young Rhys, Cassian and Azriel getting up to various shenanigans, as well as some Court of Nightmares fix-it. * He felt it, then. A golden, unbreakable thread forming between him and the wretched Illyrian girl bound to a whipping post. At the sight of the knife heading for her wings, Morcant lost control for the first time in centuries. Lethal darkness erupted, misting the Illyrians restraining the girl into nothing. Stunned, scared, the crowd hastily parted to let the High Lord walk over to the whipping post. The girl looked like a cornered animal; terrified, but she snarled as he drew closer. Morcant grabbed her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him, to get a good look at her. She had Illyrian features, rough-hewn and rugged, rather than the fine, polished beauty of a High Fae, though there was a kind of wild charm about her. The bond snapped in place for her then. Those dark brown eyes widened in shock and a sudden, terrible understanding as they met his own. The murmur of the crowd rose as they began to sense the bond too. Morcant only had eyes for her, however, wretched though she was. She hadn't looked away from him either, swallowing once, before fixing a tight, almost wry smile on her face. "Aithusa," She held out a filthy hand for him to shake, spitting a globule of blood over her shoulder and tossing her dark curly hair out of her face. The famously cold High Lord of Night couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter at her nerve. He shook her hand - which, he noted, was trembling despite her boldness - rather than offer the customary courtly kiss on the back of the hand.

Written because I literally cannot wait for it to be published on May 2nd! What follows is my own humble tribute to the wonderful works of Sarah J Maas, continuing on from where A Court of Mist and Fury left off. Feyre finds herself back at the Spring Court, utterly repulsed by Tamlin but determined to feign her affection for as long as it takes, to convince him of her loyalty, to infiltrate his court, to destroy the King of Hybern and to leave the Spring Court in ashes...