Shadowsinger Stories

He finds her in the woods-wings shattered, shadows sharp as blades, survival etched into every breath she takes. She expects pain. She expects betrayal. She does not expect him. In the silence between them, where shadows whisper and trust comes in fragments, two broken things learn-slowly, painfully-how to exist side by side. (Aka: where Azriel finds another shadowsinger and takes her in) (Yes, this is probably cliche) (yes, this will develop into a romance.)

An ACOTAR fanfiction that takes place after ACOWAR and the High Lords have begun meeting regularly to keep relations open. She watched. That's all she ever did. She watched as the lives of a million Fae unfolded before her eyes. She watched as secrets were made and kept and stole. She watched as murder thrived in the dark and in the light. She watched. And then, she found him. He watched everyone quite similarly to how she did. And so, she watched him. She watched him as she watched all the things before him and then, she did a little more. 'Ello, there. I'm surprised you got through that disaster we like to call summaries. The prologue will give you some answers, I suppose. It's a better blurb, I think. I dunno. Enjoy.

Azriel has spent centuries mastering silence, control, and the shadows that whisper at his command. Elira never had that choice. Long before the coming war, she was shaped by one-left fractured by it, her mind and body no longer entirely her own. Now, as tensions rise and alliances are sought, the Night Court turns to something long forgotten... and finds something far more dangerous than they anticipated. They find her. She is not what she once was. Not entirely Fae, not entirely whole. War has carved through her, leaving something unstable in its wake-something that does not always remember the difference between past and present. And yet... she is brought back. Placed within their walls. Watched. Measured. Left in the hands of the one male who understands shadows better than anyone-and perhaps understands too well what happens when they slip beyond control. Azriel has spent lifetimes standing at the edge of other people's fates, watching bonds form while his own remained a question that never answered. His shadows have always whispered truths to him. Now, they say nothing. And in that silence, he is left with something far more dangerous than certainty. Because as war closes in and Elira begins to unravel, the line between ally and threat grows thinner by the day. And if she crosses it- he will not be asked what should be done. Only whether he is capable of doing it. All characters excluding Elira belong to Sarah.J.Maas, I have no wish to take credit for her characters.

Azriel never thought he would find his mate, so he set his sights on Morrigan. He couldn't have her though. She was captured by Hypbern before the war, and couldn't believe her eyes when she saw him. A story about The Shadowsinger himself, and an original character. No canon Azriel ships here, only MINE because idk I didn't like any of the people Sara wrote for him TBH. Gwynriel didn't do it for me. Lots of canon ships other than that tho! Main Character and storyline belong to me, everything else belongs to Sara J Mass. Cover art doesn't be long to me. I found it on google.

~ Azriel's love story ~ Y/N x Azriel (ACOTAR)

Elain learns an important lesson about Illyrians from Azriel.

An ACOMAF spinoff, following the life of Adria, and her peaked interest for the mysterious shadow singer.

Just some jibberish from the crevices of my mind (mostly about a certain brooding shadowsinger). Based on the book series A Court of Thorns and Roses by Sarah J. Maas.

Amari Vandel. Daughter of a high fae noblemen. She has money. She has a status. She is deemed lucky to those who are not, and yet she lives in Hewn City with her younger sister and an awful man as her father. Her only means of escape is music and her dancing and occasionally being the cities most notorious killer at night. That is until she finds herself still in the same Prythain court, but completely different city.

Isolation is all I had ever known, bruised and burned by the confinements of my own chambers. A pawn lacquered in Autum's splendour. Despite Berron's consistency in keeping me hidden, I am forced to attend the upcoming highlords' meeting due to my unique abilities. What happens when a strange pull causes me to lock eyes with a very brooding bat boy?

Faerie and human falling for each other, when the whole world tells them to hate one another. C.ai edition

Azriel has gone without a mate for too long. Told from the reader's and Az's perspective, this book tells the story of Az and you. All characters belong to Sarah J Maas, not me!!

You all can read any chapter you like cause you don't need to know the chapter before for reading the next one. I've named the chapters as well so you can read whoever's title you like the most.

𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢𝐚: 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬. She saw herself as one could view the moon. Isolated from everyone, alone in the dark. A source of light for others and never herself. But he showed her the moon could be so much more. ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── When another war lingers nearby, the seven Courts are depraved of soldiers from the previous war. One day, the Shadowsinger of Night Court discovers something-or rather someone. He finds an Old God sleeping. He must awake her and together, they'll have to fight in the upcoming war. Is she enough to save Prythian? Awakening her comes with a risk. She could be ruthless and dangerous. But when he awakens her, he finds himself in a situation he would've never imagined. What happens after the war when he realizes her loves her? Is it too late? ─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── She was alone and trapped. He was fragile and found her. She loved him and he saved her. But really in the end, it was she who saved him. An Azriel fan-fiction. All characters belong to Sarah J Maas except for Orpheus and Florence.

Alex is new on the block. Cassian takes it upon himself as his neighbourly duty to introduce her to his flat, and his brothers. -A mini fic I never finished-

Aelin's people are slowly beginning to rebuild, she is walking the streets when she hears a fight, can she help the little girl who's power she can's explain? Feyre has finally settled into life after the war, her studio is flourishing and she is happy, her life gets thrown on its head once again when a woman and child appear n the snow.

"I woke up in a field of flowers once again. The petals of the colour of violet, lilac, rose. As the sun descended, the sky changed its colours. I watched as a smears of violet painted in the pink sky. Where warriors flew in their winged horses, their beauty illuminating the sky such as stars in the new sky. The sun descended further until it paused above the sea, showing half of its beauty as the ocean sparked the rest. Shadows formed against the light of dawn, the lady holding the warrior's scarred hand as they ruled in glory, the Court of Dusk." ***** The story of the third sister.

‧₊˚ ⋅ *ੈ✩‧₊˚ *ੈ She was given to Hybern when she was only 18. A human family trading their daughter for money with the High Fae. They claimed it was because they loved her and wanted to give her a better life. The life of a High Fae. It was a torture every day of her life... Until she felt it. The way the blood dripped from her fair skin, the blank look on her face when she looked at herself in the mirror, decorated in red splatter, like blood stainig paper when she stood over her parents. A High Fae, standing over humans... 3 years she had suffered - And finally when she felt the Hybern King die - her connection to the Cauldron fanishing. Shackles falling from her wrists and ankles. Was the moment ahe found herself back in the Mortal Lands, colouring her childhood home red. 1 year later - everything changed. After the death of her parents, she moved to Velaris, and lived there, hoping to escape her past life... Until The Starfall Ball - she started having the same dream over and over again - Standing in front of a mirror, seeing herself wearing a crown of golden thorns.... The mirror behind her whispering the same thing over and over to her... ╭───────────────.★..─╮ "We are waiting for you, Nx'ilu" ╰─..★.───────────────╯

Year after year the pit in his chest grew deeper than before. She had been gone for so long Azriel forgot what it felt like to be loved. Shadowsinger x OC Mostly fluff until I decide on the deeper plot I only own my original characters the rest belong to Sarah j maas I also own none of the art!! Will give credit for each photo used!