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My father is back from the dead. He won't leave town without me, and no one can figure out why. Is it because of what I am? Does he want to use me as part of his religious cult? My mates are furious, and I can't help but feel like I have brought this trouble on them. The supernatural community is upset by the light I've brought on them with the rightful murder of my mother and Jed. My classmates have been swayed by the cruel rumors that my bully has put out. Worst of all? The boys keep saying I can shift, but I've had no luck. And what is this about a possible mating heat?

Stay away from mages. It was a singular phrase my father had ingrained in me from the time of my birth. Sorry, Dad. I have a feeling that is going to be a problem. You have to understand… my life has been bland at best. Everything in my life, every single day, has been scripted, organized, and neat. Calm, cool, and collected. The problem? It wasn't real. I wasn't like the other witches in my father's coven. I had a chaotic storm growing inside of me, and the moment these mages stepped into the picture, it began to escape. The perfect image of my life was shattered.

Death at Astaroth's hands was something I'd experienced more times than I could count. This time, though, as I lay on a slab of stone while he tries to siphon my magic for his own use, I realize just how incredibly different it is. I have something to live for—someone to live for. Five men waiting for me on the other side. I'm fighting not only for my men but the fate of Carmina. Will I be able to defeat death and reap the reward? Or is this truly the end?

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.

A simple promise I made to myself after escaping a brutal childhood of abuse and being trained to enact violence on unblessed witches. Since that moment, I've managed to survive on the streets by successfully pickpocketing. Unfortunately, after years of hiding, the monster who stars in all my nightmares is closer than ever, and I'm faced with only one option—to seek refuge at the Dark Imaginarium Academy. The Academy is filled with the elite witches of our society. I should have expected I'd run into some of my previous targets. Normally, that wouldn't be a proble—except for my last hit.

Any defenses I had against these men were falling now that they knew the truth about my past—about the darkness that resided under my very skin. After a ritual gone wrong, I find myself even more connected to them than before and embracing the intensity of what was growing between us and the strength it provided me. Something I was going to need because the academy was becoming a very dangerous place.

Tarnishing our family name by being a powerless angel… that's the legacy I'll leave behind. After years of failed placement tests, and with the time limit to find my magic breathing down my neck, I've come to accept my fate. When the clock ticks zero, I'll have my wings brutally ripped from my body and be cast down to live with the humans. Rejected, alone, and afraid. When a man from my past reappears, he tells me there's a different option… another life I could lead, at his side.

I could no longer run from my past. It had caught up to me, and I was now faced with the reality that Pastor Malcolm may not be my biggest problem. There was something far more terrifying waiting in the shadows that threatened everything and everyone in my life. Something that was setting my world ablaze in a flame that I may not survive.

A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid. The monarchs of hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes, I’m a mutt. Good thing dear old Dad, the Grim Reaper, has never once looked at me as anything other than his favorite child. Well, I’m his only child, but semantics. Suddenly, he has tasked me with the job of going to the council summit in his place. An event that happens once every century to determine which royal house will be voted into the supreme position. A position people would kill for.

My life hasn't been typical. All I remember is waking up in an alley when I was ten, scrounging for scraps to survive until I was taken to the Bronzeheart estate. That's where my life began, where I've lived for the past eight years with the ruling family, the Blitz Clan. It's where I found my best friend Gage, the future leader of this clan. At the time, I didn't question my good fortune because I was happy to know I wasn't alone in this world anymore. But maybe I should have. After landing a shocking invite to Dark Imaginarium Academy, I realized how much of a safe haven the estate was.

We were leaving Earth and traveling to an entirely new realm… Well, new for me. The Dreki realm. Before escaping Louisiana with my mother and meeting my mates, I'd lived trapped like a bird inside a cage of Pastor Malcolm's creation. I was free now. I was also starting to realize what that meant for myself, my mates, and my identity as a shifter. I may have had my wings cut, savagely severed by the hand fate dealt me, but I was becoming stronger and braver each day. There was an instinctual feeling inside of me, growing to the point that it wouldn't be ignored.

The most powerful and dominant shifters at DIA are my mates. I finally shifted. I should feel relief and excitement, but instead, I'm faced with fear of the unknown. The hidden threat that defeated my parents is still out there, and the looming presence of it, posing a threat to my mates, is a constant thought in the back of my mind.

When my parents passed, leaving my siblings and me completely alone in the world, I was broken—thrown down a path of reckless decisions. Seven years later, I was finally gaining solid ground. The bold attitude I'd held for most of my life had been shaken but not shattered. Except when it came to matters of the heart. As my mating heat approaches, I'm faced with the daunting task of finding a mate—of choosing one out of the four men that have stolen my heart.

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.

My sadistic mother and god-fearing father believe I have the devil inside of me because I heal after their abuse. I accepted long ago I would die in the very place I'd been born without ever feeling the sun on my skin. Then, one day, my mother took me from my father's religious cult in the wake of his death. Nearly a week later, and after countless hours with her boyfriend Jed's creepy remarks, I find myself in Washington State. I had only ever interacted with my parents and now Jed, so you can imagine my surprise when I ran smack dab into possibly the most handsome man in the world.

The devil is awake, and he’s claiming me as his. The war to take back the kingdom of Pura from the traitors is beginning…and I’ve been whisked away from everything that matters to me. He holds me prisoner at his castle, claiming nothing and no one else matters outside of us. That I’ll forget about it all as we start our eternal life together. The man is delusional if he thinks he can stop me from being on the front lines and with the people I love. With the lives of everyone on the line, I’ll play the devil’s advocate until it’s time to turn the tables on him.

The truth radiated vibrantly in my very soul, but that gut feeling didn't provide the proof that we needed. The proof that would show he had arranged for the attack and subsequent slaughter of the entire Flash Clan. With my mates by my side, we set off towards the rogue lands in search of the truth and ended up discovering far more than we could have ever expected. And when we uncover the real reason my clan was attacked? My worst fears come to life as I realize I'm to blame.

When I planned my escape from Alfemir's cruelty and tight grip on the angels who live there, I never dared to think about returning. But that version of me is dead. My father and the other Archangels have no idea who, or what, I have become in my time away, and if they want to drag me back screaming, they have another thing coming. When scouts find the Rebellion camp and blood stains the ground of our new home, we are left with no choice but to create a plan. A plan to extinguish Alfemir and all they stand for.

Turns out that hybrids aren’t as rare as we thought...but will they come to the aid of a society who treats our kind like discarded trash? Do the pure bloods deserve to be saved? While finding the answers to those questions, secrets are revealed, and emotions flare. The bonds between mates are tested, and some unravel under the pressure. Alliances are forged, but at what cost?

Eight years ago, Linan Clanguard successfully staged the attack and slaughter of my family's clan. I will not let it happen again. The proof of his betrayal lies in my parents' imprisonment—because after all of these years, the truth has been revealed. My parents are alive, and I just have to find a way to free them. Unfortunately, my mates and I are struggling to locate my parents, let alone free them. But with the help of Rachel and her mates, as well as some witches from Carmina… we may just be able to pull it off before the clock ticks down to the start of senseless bloodshed.