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The time for our final fight is upon us... but how does one prepare to go against Heaven itself? My father tried to kill me. Yet in the same moment the blade met my throat, the rot beneath Alfemir's carefully constructed front was laid bare for all to see. With Alfemir liberated, the upper...

Tick. Toc. Tick. Toc. Do you hear that? Yeah. That is the sound of a countdown. What countdown, you ask? The one where everything goes to shit. Everything had been silent for a week. A week filled with rest and change. A week we needed. Thanksgiving is today, and a feeling of apprehension has me...

The days have blurred together ever since he forced his blood down my throat. This is supposed to be illegal in society, but the laws don’t apply to the Vampyre King. It doesn’t matter how much I fight him off and refuse to bend to his will despite his blood running through my veins—it only makes him want me more. Apparently, I’m an anomaly. No one has ever refused the call of a Vampyre’s blood. I try to keep my hope alive that someone will step in and right the wrongs of my injustice…. But no one does.

Descendant of Chaos. Daughter of Magic. Two titles that I had been called time and time again, but neither of them truly fit. As I had found in the God realm, I was so much more than that—an anomaly. And because of who I was and how I came to be, I was now part of a prophecy—one with...

For years, a small kernel of hope for my freedom was all that kept me alive while imprisoned by the brutal Thaician Emperor, Malakai. Now, those wishing to return me to him threaten everything I’ve fought so desperately for.

Magic is real. So where does reality end and the madness begin? Whoever said magic was beautiful didn't mention the blood. The violence. Or are we just special? Better question, where is Lucida? Also, why can't Edwin or Byron answer any of our questions? AND for the love of all that is bloody...

If King Mario wanted a war, he would get one. It has been one week since I promised war against the Dark Fae. One week of planning and aligning all the pieces on my board to ensure victory. Then he did something unexpected. Now, I have no idea which way to move. Offense? Defense? Offense?...

Overcome by the exhaustion of her monotonous day-to-day life, all Evera wants is one fun night out. A chance to escape a rigorous work schedule that drains her of all semblance of happiness. When a mysterious portal consumes the air before her and an enigmatic, intense man pulls her through, she wonders if her wish is being granted.

I took the bullet meant for my mate. It had been an easy choice. It also almost cost me everything. But the gods have plans, and somehow they include me. When I wake, it's to a war that couldn't wait and to three faces I'd die for again. Ravik. Thornar. Basir. The bond between the four of us...

With our plans set to travel to the Demonic realm, my thoughts turn to the torture I endured while imprisoned in Broken House, and I find myself fearing that the experience will be a trip down nightmare lane. What I find instead is a complex, beautiful realm that in a matter of days draws out of me a determination and strength to defend it. To fight for it. To fight for my family, the freedom I finally have, and the destruction of the man tainting the entire realm: Mr. Black.

Wicked Blaze Correctional has fallen, and along with it, my chance to take revenge against Drake for Clara's death. For now. Mark my words, though—he would suffer at my hands. It was only a matter of when. Instead of burying my hand in his chest cavity and removing his heart, I was making my...

Change was inevitable. We couldn't deny that magic existed. We couldn't deny the growing feelings between all of us. So what is a girl to do? I can barely focus on the life-altering knowledge that an entire realm of magic exists, let alone my eight boyfriends. Oh, and don't forget my two princes!...

It only takes one secret to unravel a kingdom—no matter how savage. How far would you go to protect yourself from your past? From your pain? Found nearly feral and seemingly abandoned in Russia, the agency that picked me up couldn't have known the secret I was harboring. Where I had fled from...

Mario has left me with no choice. He threatened my guard and my brother. My need to enact revenge for the brutal massacre of my parents is all-encompassing. If he wants war, a war he will receive. The first order of business? Returning to a kingdom and home that I haven't seen in years. Will...

How long had I spent wanting and pleading to die? Then, at my darkest moment... I'd found a reason for hope. A possibility for something more than what had been a fairly depressing existence thus far. So, the irony of being as close to death's door as I'd ever been was not lost on me. I suppose this was my opportunity to enjoy the closest I'd ever get to death. I was in Hell. Except hell was far different from what I expected. By day, the Art Deco hotel paradise featured a fantastic martini menu and my handsome psychopathic boss. By night, it became a playground for a bloody hunt.

Time is almost up… they're almost here. With Mr. Black destroyed, peace has been restored to the Demonic realm… well, until a prophecy is given to me in front of everyone . A prophecy that reveals the truth to all present: the truth, that I'm a siren. So we leave and go to the one place...

A thrall is supposed to be a grateful, willing servant, and constant source for their Vampyre Lord. I am not willing and I despise being in his presence. The days have blurred together ever since he forced his blood down my throat. This is supposed to be illegal in society, but the laws don’t apply to the Vampyre King. It doesn’t matter how much I fight him off and refuse to bend to his will despite his blood running through my veins–it only makes him want me more. Apparently I’m an anomaly. No one has ever refused the call of a Vampyre’s blood.

I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of landing myself in an eternity of torture. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous suicidal ventures. At least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters. What could go wrong with that? I mean, really, what possible conflict could result in having six possessive, powerful men surrounding me at all times? I had no doubt that in true Louvre fashion, the conflict would show itself at the most inconvenient time.

Thrall. Dhamphyr. Empress. Each is a title that has been thrust upon me, but there’s another I’ll willingly claim for myself: Malakai’s executioner. He thought he could break me, twist me into his obedient pet–but all he has done is add to the list of reasons why I’ll find and kill him.

My name is Maize. Poisonous to the touch. The bastard child of one very dead Dark Fae King. A refugee of a war that freed me after three years of imprisonment. And now… a girl trying to find hope in a kingdom that barely tolerates her existence. I chose to return to the Horde—despite what I...