DarkHallow Academy

Blending into the shadows at DarkHallow Academy was the plan. As the last Nox Siren, I know better than to draw attention to myself. But they found me anyway. Three monstrously powerful men, rulers of this dark paranormal university, believed I was the key to their ancient ritual. They marked my soul and bound themselves to my magic, seeking to harness a power beyond imagination. But they underestimated a siren's voice.

The Blood Court has summoned us, and I can't ignore its call. The Soul Scar constellation beneath my skin grows daily, dark tendrils reaching for my heart. I have weeks. Maybe less. The grimoire demands more pages filled with our mingled essence. Blood willingly spilled to protect another. My reluctant allies have become something more dangerous. Something necessary. Beneath DarkHallow Academy lies an ancient tribunal where monsters once judged their own. Now it will test us all. Four trials. Three sacrifices. A verdict none of us may survive.

The Infernal Crown burns its mark into me. Ancient, hungry, inevitable. My three bound mates make a decision that I reject, but it's too late. I had no say, and now I'm trapped once more. The Midnight Spire holds the Sovereign Forge, where crowns of power were once created. Magical boundaries weaken. The Grimoire reveals its final pages. The crowning ritual requires perfect harmony between my mates. I never wanted this power. Now, more than this realm may depend on my claiming it. The Sovereign awaits her crown.