Historias de Shadowsinger

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 :)

Azriel had spent centuries believing that he of all people didn't deserve a mate. And if anything, the last three years had just galvinised that particular belief. And then he meets her. The first time Oriana met Azriel, she thought that he reminded her of a skittish cat. Shy and a little bit broken. Good for him that she absolutely excelled in fixing the things around her.

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.

Sequel to The Forgotten Sister. Cal is trapped in the Prison after the High Priestesses sealed her in the body of a naga, while Azriel and his friends mourn over her real body which seems to be lifeless except for the rhythmic beating of her heart. Even after escaping the Prison, troubles more serious await Cal. Will Cal be able to resist the fragmentation of her mind while remaining sane? I only own my original characters like Calypso and the others. Main characters are owned by our respected author, SJM. None of the artworks are mine, they are owned by their respective creators.

She thought he was just a quiet guardian. He noticed everything. An elementary school teacher with a soft heart and steady rules collides with Nyx's shadowed, watchful uncle-new in town, unsettlingly perceptive, and far too controlled to be harmless. What starts as polite exchanges quickly becomes something more. As lines blur between professional distance and undeniable pull, she finds herself drawn to the way he watches, protects, and chooses with quiet certainty-especially when he steps in for her, without hesitation, when no one else does. He doesn't do half-things. And once he decides she's his... there's no turning back.

If a bond can be forged, can it be broken? When the Cauldron chooses your mate, what happens when your heart chooses another? Long before Rhysand and Tamlin became enemies, Esme-the youngest daughter of Spring-travelled to the human lands and unknowingly seeded her own demise. Bound to marry into Hybern, Rhysand offers her a bargain: his hand in marriage in exchange for a kiss. But when blood is spilled between Night and Spring, the bargain becomes a trap and Esme finds herself imprisoned in the Night Court with only the shadows for company. Fifty years later, Hybern has taken everything from her. She returns to Pyrthian to find Rhysand has begun forging bonds the Cauldron never intended and the Shadowsinger who once kept her company becomes something far more dangerous-a love she cannot have. Esme wants revenge. First, she will destroy Hybern. And then she will destroy the Cauldron itself. A Swan Lake-inspired Rhysand x OC x Azriel story about fated mates, destiny and choice. Update every Wednesday.

Azriel notices there's something wrong with Elain. She's trying to hide something from him, and has been pulling away from the Inner Circle for months. Before he can find out what, however, his shadows are cursed, rendering his magic useless. At a loss, Azriel enlists Gwyn to help research and hopefully lift the curse, before Elain can do something she regrets. This will be a medium-burn gwynriel and a slightly dark!Elain story. The preface takes place in ACOSF (specifically the Az bonus chapter) while the rest of the story is post-ACOSF. Rated M for future lemons.

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-

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

Evelin Ashryver Whitethorn Galathynius was different from the day she was born. Instead of burning fire like her mother, she learned how to manipulate and speak to shadows. They listened to her every word. In a land like Terrasen, shadow and dark wasn't something easy to understand so people developed fear for her powers but that only made her stronger. She thought that she'll never find someone who could understand the dark in her. Until she saw violet eyed boy, all covered in blood, mud and dirt, brought up to the throne room and thrown at her feet. A boy who made her shadows whisper to her for the first time. Evalin (Rowaelins Daughter) x Nyx (Feysands Son) The cover will be changed.

The Old Enemy of The Shadowsinger She Has been Called by "THE FAMOUS THIEF" Around Velaris did something happen? Why are They, Enemies? Until an ancient object changes their relationship Timeline: early AcoMaf Azriel x OC STARTED: 11/5/2023 COMPLETED: art by me

I couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity as I glanced at the tall, mysterious figure standing next to me in the gallery. Was it really Azriel the Spymaster of the Night Court, rumoured to be one of the deadliest and captivating Illyrian in existence? Little did I know, this encounter with him in the art gallery would change my life forever... Please forgive me for any grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language 🎀 I still hope you have fun reading it.

Grace, Azriel's quiet wife, was beloved by all the high lords and people of courts. But what happens when Grace was brutally murdered under the mountain, sacrificing herself for her high lords. For fourteen years Azriel dealt with the heartache until he finds out what really happened to her. This is a story that changes the events of the ACOTAR series a bit but I promise nothing super drastic. Azriel will finally get his love story. It would mean a lot if you would give this a read! It might get spicy but there will be warnings! <3 The ACOTAR characters are not mine but I do own Grace.

Azriel x reader/OC Wing clipping may be outlawed, but that doesn't mean that camps far out from the night court all obey. Follow our reader as she tries to navigate shadows without her wings, and with her son.

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.

What happens when Elain is running late one day, and accidentally takes the wrong one? The wrong what? I guess you'll have to read and see! 😉 Or, I just really didn't know how to write a description.

Prompt - I would like to request a Azriel story. The reader is a healer and she saves azriel's life. Then, when he get better, he comes back to thank the reader and they find that they are mates

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.