Welcome to Darkblood Prison, where the worst criminals in the supernatural realm roam the murky corridors, aka my new home. According to my cellmate, there are three rules to survive the notorious prison: Don’t mix with the other supes, stick to your own kind. Anything can be made into a weapon so get creative. Stay away from the infamous Triad, the three brothers who run the prison. Rules aren’t really my thing, so I doubt I’ll survive my first week, let alone my 10-year sentence for soul sucking an entire Fae village I have no memory of. 

Welcome to Darkblood - oops, I mean Darkhen Academy. There are three rules to survive the elite supernatural school: Do not talk or even look at The Seven, the uber-powerful supes that rule the academy. Never go into the Fae forest on a full moon...or else. And most definitely do not fall for one of the extremely hot and unattainable instructors. Too bad I’ve never really been a rule follower...If word gets out that humans are no longer safe from the supes, our worlds will once again be closed off. It’s up to us to stop that from happening.

Fate has a wicked sense of humor. When I was 16, I met the love of my life in magic school. He'd appear exactly once a year at the annual masquerade ball, then vanish... Fast forward to the present: To the night I’m attacked and my hidden wolf emerges. As it turns out, I’m a freakin’ hairy, tail-wagging, shape-shifting werewolf so instead of returning to the human world after graduating, I’m dragged to Moon Valley to control my inner beast. Only problem is, I’m not just a wolf. And someone wants me dead because of it. When I meet the alpha heir, sparks fly.

Shadowmoor has forged me into who I am today, and I have the mark and scars to prove it. I never thought I'd see the light again, but it seems destiny has other plans for me. My father's arrival means life as I know it is about to change. Silvercrest Academy trains and prepares the most gifted and privileged among us for their future contributions to the Monarchy. I may come from the right family, but I am a void.

Unlike other werewolves, I never wanted a mate. I would rather teach stupid mortals than inherit my family business as my father wished. Because I hated my blood. But I met her, in a bar, on a chaotic night. She's so distinguished, and her scent drove me crazy. With all my strength, I forced myself to leave because I didn't want to entangle this innocent girl in my abyss. But she reappeared in my class. Loving her seemed to have already been written in my genes, and I couldn't resist her no matter how hard I tried.

Lorelei Clay isn’t like other people. She isn’t even like other supernaturals. Her specialties are the nightmares of the living, communication with the dead, and cooking bacon until it’s golden brown and perfectly crispy—no magic required.

All it took was one look to end my life.... Because one look is all it takes to trigger a werewolf's mate hunt. And when a wolf is hunting, he doesn't stop until his mate either dies or becomes a wolf too.

All I wanted was to keep my head above water. To survive long enough to hit my 18th birthday so I could escape the nightmare that my homelife had become. But all of that was turned upside down the moment they showed up. The best friend from my past. The surly brooder. The kindhearted nerd. The king of campus. The dark one.

Ten years ago, The Harlequin Boys broke my heart. I thought my life was complete with them at my side, the five of us against the world, having each other’s backs no matter what the cost. I’d fight for them until my dying breath. It’s just a shame they didn’t feel the same. Once upon a time, my imperfect world shone bright with the light of four boys I would have killed for. This is the story of how they destroyed me. 

I'm the girl you'll never see coming. Blink and you're dead—another target checked off my list. Until one night, my carefully ordered existence falls apart. A bloodbath and a car crash later, I find myself in the grasp of four gorgeous, intimidating men. My captors claim they're holding me for my protection. I can't quite believe that.

Don't get me wrong, waking up to discover my ex-husband finally killed me wasn't fun. Finding out I had to get a job and pay Afterlife taxes about 10 minutes later? Let's just say, this wasn't exactly the eternal reward I was hoping for. But beggars can't be choosers, and being a demon sure as hell beats my last occupation. I’m well on my way to retirement behind the pearly gates when the impossible happens. The Risk Witches have a vision.

After years of constant criticism, I finally escape the alpha of the strongest pack - my father. It’s a chance to have a new beginning and to live on my own terms, in my own way. The first day at college, I find more than what I bargained for. My fated mate. Something that any wolf rejoices in finding. Except, he’s forbidden - a human. The weakest race on Earth and someone my father would kill without any hesitation.

Vampires killed my parents—now I won’t stop until I get my revenge. Three years training to kill wayward vampires, and it’s finally graduation day. I’ll be leading an elite team, assembled by the royal vampire queen herself. Everything is going according to plan until I meet him. Ransom is charming, witty, and sexy, but he’s also the worst thing—a vampire. Our connection is undeniable, but I refuse to succumb. But there are rebel vampires after the queen’s throne. The only way to ensure our safety and get my revenge is to team up. If I don’t kill him first.

Three years ago, a darkly handsome stranger stole my heart. After one night together, I was certain I’d found my fated mate—until he rejected me and disappeared like a shadow. I never told anyone about that night. I shoved the shattered pieces of my soul into a locked box and pretended I'd never met Kian. But when a witch whispers a dire warning in my ear one day, everything changes. Because I don’t just have one mate. I have three. Feral shifters, she calls them. Wild, untamed, and fueled by darkness, created by a magic no one has ever seen before.

If we can survive eight weeks on Royally Hitched, we’ll earn our freedom and a one-way ticket home to the human world. All we have to do is play nice with the mean girls, and stuck up ice prince. Oh, did I mention we shouldn’t even be here since we’re not actually Fae? Well, no one knows that - yet. As girls are eliminated and the competition heats up, things take a lethal turn. Someone wants the prince dead, and we all become targets. When he’s almost killed, unexpected feelings come over me. Panic. Pain. Sadness.