16 A Court of Wings and Ruin (ACOWAR) Fan Art Pieces That Paint the Picture of Treachery and Tragedy

After the horrifying betrayal at Hybern, Feyre once again finds herself back at the Spring Court, this time with a powerful new title and a far more treacherous agenda. Fueled by unrelenting rage and a deep-seated need for vengeance, she spends weeks carefully dismantling the structure of Tamlin’s court until there’s nothing left to salvage.

When it’s time to return home to her mate, Feyre does so with Lucien in tow. What she finds when she gets there is enough to break her heart all over again: one sister full of rage and the other utterly despondent. Worse still, she learns that the King of Hybern is quickly gathering his forces for the impending attack on Prythian.

The following months are full of plotting, planning, and preparing for an enemy more formidable than any they’ve faced before. Boundaries are crossed, relationships are tested, and choices are made that can never be undone, all in the name of the greater good.

Thanks to the help and hard work of talented AI artists across the ACOTAR fandom, we’ve assembled 16 poignant pieces of A Court of Wings and Ruin fan art that depict the Night Court’s fight for freedom and the lengths they’re willing to go to protect their own.

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📸: @cassiesbookclub

 “The painting was a lie. A bright, pretty lie, bursting with pale pink blooms and fat beams of sunshine … But each brushstroke on the wide canvas was calculated; each dab and swirl of blending colors meant to portray not just idyllic spring, but a sunny disposition as well. Not too happy, but gladly, finally healing from horrors I carefully divulged.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 1

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“Until Tamlin saw us there, limbs entwined, my nightgown askew, staring at each other so intently, so full of emotion that we’d either just been starting or finishing up. That we didn’t even notice until Tamlin was right there—and that invisible shield vanished before he could sense it. A nightmare, I’d told Tamlin. I was the nightmare. Preying on what Tamlin had feared from my very first days here.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 5

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

“A shadow slammed into the earth before us, cracking the ice toward every horizon. Not a shadow. An Illyrian warrior. Seven red Siphons glinted over his scaled black armor as Cassian tucked in his wings and snarled at Eris with five centuries’ worth of rage … Another impact struck the ice behind us. Shadows skittered in its wake. Azriel. I began crying in earnest, some leash I’d kept on myself snapping free as my friends landed. As Cassian drew twin Illyrian blades, the sight of them like home, and said to Eris with lethal calm, ‘I suggest you drop my lady.’”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 13

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

 “Wholly different, no doubt, from the same young boy who now smiled at me. Dark-haired, with eyes of crushing blue. I started at the child’s face—what I had not noticed that first time. What I had not understood. It was Rhysand’s face. The coloring, the eyes … it was my mate’s face. But the Carver’s full, wide mouth, curled into that hideous smile … That was my mouth. The hair on my arms rose. The Carver inclined his head in greeting—in greeting and in confirmation, as if he knew precisely what I realized. Who I had seen and was still seeing. The High Lord’s son. My son. Our son. Should we survive long enough to bear him.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 22

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

“Rhys held out a hand for me to ascend the dais steps. I kept my head high, back straight, as I gripped his fingers and strode up the few stairs. Toward that solitary throne. Rhys only winked as he gracefully escorted me right into that throne, the movement as easy and smooth as a dance. The crowd murmured as I sat … They outright gasped as Rhys simply perched on the arm of the throne, smirked at me, and said to the Court of Nightmares, ‘Bow.’ For they had not. And with me seated on that throne … Their faces were still a mixture of shock and disdain as they all dropped to their knees.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 25

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

 “Seer. The word clanged through me. She’d known. She’d warned Nesta about the Ravens. And in the chaos of the attack, that little realization had slipped from me. Slipped from me as reality and dream slipped and entwined for Elain. Seer …It made sense, I supposed, that Azriel alone had listened to her. The male who heard things others could not … Perhaps he, too, had suffered as Elain had before he understood what gift he possessed.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 33

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📸: @soluna_artworks

“The chamber was and was not what I expected. Deep-cushioned oak chairs had been arranged in a massive circle in the heart of the room—enough for all the High Lords and their delegates … Rather than a table occupying the space between that circle of chairs, a shallow, circular reflection pool was carved into the floor itself. Its dark water was laden with pink and gold water lilies, the pads broad and flat as a male’s hand, and beneath them pumpkin-and-ivory fish lazily swam about.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 43

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📸: @neural_art_v

“Heat stained my cheeks. This wasn’t outright battle, but a steady, careful shredding of my dignity, my credibility. Beron beamed, delighted—while Eris carefully monitored. Rhys turned his head, looking me over from head to toe. Then back to Tamlin. A storm about to be unleashed. But it was Azriel who said, his voice like cold death, ‘Be careful how you speak about my High Lady.’”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 44

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📸: @artworks_by_rokii

 “We reached that bottom level, that impenetrable dark, our steps the only sound. ‘I want to talk to you,’ I said into the blackness beckoning beyond the end of the light leaking down from high above. One does not summon me. ‘I summon you. I’m here to offer you company. As part of our bargain.’ Silence. Then I felt it, snaking and curling around us, gobbling up the light …A cool, insubstantial hand brushed against my nape and I tried not to inch back toward the light. ‘Bryaxis. Your name is Bryaxis. And someone locked you down here a long time ago.’ The darkness paused. ‘I’m here to offer you another bargain.’”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 50

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📸: @dreamworlddweller

 “‘Feyre Archeron,’ the Suriel said again, gazing at the leafy canopy, the sky peeking through it. A painful inhale. ‘A request.’ I leaned close. ‘Anything.’ Another rattling breath. ‘Leave this world … a better place than how you found it.’ And as its chest rose and stopped altogether, as its breath escaped in one last sigh, I understood why the Suriel had come to help me, again and again. Not just for kindness … but because it was a dreamer. And it was the heart of a dreamer that had ceased beating inside that monstrous chest.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 60

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📸: @bookartby_amai

 “It’s a rare person to face who they truly are and not run from it—not be broken by it. That’s what the Ouroboros shows all who look into it: who they are, every despicable and unholy inch. Some gaze upon it and don’t even realize that the horror they’re seeing is them—even as the terror of it drives them mad. Some swagger in and are shattered by the small, sorry creature they find instead. But you … Yes, rare indeed.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 68

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📸: @realmreads

“Azriel, still limping, merely nudged aside Cassian and extended another option. ‘This is Truth-Teller,’ he told her softly. ‘I won’t be using it today—so I want you to.’ Elain’s eyes widened at the obsidian-hilted blade in Azriel’s scarred hand. The runes on the dark scabbard. ‘It has never failed me once,’ the shadowsinger said, the midday sun devoured by the dark blade. ‘Some people say it is magic and will always strike true.’ He gently took her hand and pressed the hilt of the legendary blade into it. ‘It will serve you well.’ Elain looked up at Azriel, their eyes meeting, his hand still lingering on the hilt of the blade.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 69

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📸: @foxy_vanserra

“The ships at the front of the human armada became clear, along with the gold lettering on their sides. And there, sailing at the front … I beheld the names of those ships. The Feyre. The Elain. And leading the charge against Hybern, flying over the waves, unyielding and without an ounce of fear … The Nesta. With my father … our father at the helm.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 71

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📸: @shauna_the_author

“And in Nesta’s eyes … it was the same look, the same gleam that she’d had that day in Hybern. When she pointed her finger at him in a death-promise. She smiled a little—as if she remembered, too. And then she pushed the blade, like a worker heaving the spoke of a mighty, grinding wheel … The king’s eyes flared—then his head tumbled off his shoulders. The king’s blood sprayed her leathers, her face. Nesta didn’t seem to care as she bent over. As she took up his fallen head and lifted it. Lifted it in the air and stared at it—into Hybern’s dead eyes, his gaping mouth. She did not smile. She only stared and stared and stared. Savage. Unyielding. Brutal.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 75

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📸: @foxy_vanserra

 “I had not witnessed it—when it had been done to me. So all I did was hold on to him. To his body, to the tatters of that bond. Stay, I begged. Stay. Light glowed beyond my shut eyelids. Stay. And in the silence … I began to tell him … I told him how I had fallen in love with him—every glance and passed note and croak of laughter he coaxed from me. I told him of everything we’d done, and what it had meant to me, and all that I still wanted to do. All the life still left before us.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 77

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📸: @bookartby_amai

“Then I was flying. Soaring. Rhys fell into flight beside me, and when he smiled at me again as we sailed through the stars and the lights and the sea-kissed breeze, when he showed me all the wonders of Velaris, the glittering Rainbow a living river of color beneath us … When he brushed his wing against mine, just because he could, because he wanted to and we’d have an eternity of nights to do this, to see everything together … A gift. All of it.”

A Court of Wings and Ruin, Chapter 82

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