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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.

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 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)

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.

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.

Written from the POV of Azriel from the A Court of Thorns and Roses series, the reader experiences a somewhat brief story of his childhood from his lonely time in his father's camp to meeting Rhysand and Cassian and performing the blood rite. Read A Court of Mist and Fury before reading this story. DISCLAIMER: These are not my characters, ownership to Sarah J. Maas Thanks for reading! Please leave some comments and tell me what I did well/how I can improve!

Rowan finally meets his match. Seemingly a young girl but inside a force that could rattle the stars. Burning with wildfire on one side and moonfire on other, she makes even the most dangerous men bow. Disclaimer!!! xX ALL OF THESE CHARACTERS BELONG TO SARAH J. MAAS Xx ❗️❗️❗️❗️

Cassian drops in on family dinner to pick a fight with Nesta.

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.

SPOILER ALERT Rowalin Wedding moment since Sarah.J.Maas robbed us *IMPORTANT NOTICE* All the rights of the original story goes to Sarah.J.Maas and we'll take a sneak peek :")

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.

|Throne of Glass Fanfic| Set after the events of Kingdom of Ash in Sarah J. Maas's Throne of Glass series, Shadows of Terrasen follows Trevor and Carrie as they navigate a realm teetering on the brink of chaos. A mysterious rift threatens to destabilize everything they know, and as they journey through dangerous lands, they uncover ancient powers, dark magic, and monstrous guardians. With unexpected allies and growing tensions, they must confront the forces threatening their world before the rift consumes all they hold dear. New chapter releases every Saturday at 8pm

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.

(ACOTAR from Rhysand's POV) "After a decade, I stopped expecting to see my friends or my people again. I forgot what their faces looked like. And I stopped hoping." When Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, sacrificed everything for his family, he knew he was condemning himself to hell. But he didn't care, not if it meant that everything and everyone he loved would be safe. So Rhysand accepted his fate, embraced the role he was forced to play for the survival of the ones he loved. And after a time, the hell of it all closed in, the walls choking all hope of ever being free. Until the day Feyre Archeron came and knocked those walls down. (Contains spoilers for ACOTAR and ACOMAF!! Read at your own risk!) (This is a fanfiction, I don't own ACOTAR or any of its contents!!)

Lorcan accidentally mentions his sexual history with Rowan during a family dinner and things get awkward fast

Aelin has wondered for a while what would happen if Rowan dyed his hair pink, would his feathers become pink too? AN: This was hasty and spontaneous so I haven't really checked it for grammar or spelling, I wrote it in 20 minutes and wanted to share it! Cred to the one giving me the idea on Pinterest (I could not find out who...)!

This is a collection of One Shots and Imagines from the Books in the A Court of Thorns and Roses. Most of these characters do not belong to me and are from the works of Sarah J Maas.

despite being in the iron coffin, aelin finds herself transported to another world and into the territory of the night court. they are horrified by what they see and want to help the girl as much as possible, but will aelin's lack of trust to everyone doom their relationship? despite this, there are many adventures to go on in this new world even if all she wants is to return to terrasen and to her mate. but will she get along with the high lords? or will she burn prythian to the ground?