I've made some pretty questionable choices in my life—dabbling in necromancy, double-crossing vampires—but summoning the dark goddess to save my sisters? That was just plain stupid. Now I’m in her debt, and goddesses don’t exactly do payment plans. She wants the blood of the dark fae warlord of Midnight, a realm of exiles where the sun never rises and torture is a competitive sport. It’s a death trap only three men have ever escaped—my newly appointed escorts.

A witch on the run from her cruel family. Four sinfully hot gargoyles offering her a shot at revenge... for a price. For a witch without magic, marrying into a prominent coven was supposed be my greatest honor—and the only way to clear my father’s massive debt. But when my groom turns out to be a demon in disguise, I stab him at the altar and flee…Straight into the arms of New York’s most notorious mobsters.

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.

Once upon a time, a wondrous Kingdom flourished under the reign of its proud Fae king and his family. All was not as it seemed when poisonous schemes and utter betrayal led to the downfall of an empire. Sixteen years have since passed, the lands now lay in ruin, and crime prevails despite the will of the Council. Their mission becomes clear: produce an heir and unite the Kingdom to restore its former glory.

Nine years ago, my sister died at Firestone Academy. At least, that's what they claim. I don't believe their lies about a tragic accident. Now I've come to face the trials myself — tests that will determine which Quarter I'll serve for the rest of my days. But I have other plans. Behind these ancient walls, dark magic pulses through every stone, and three elite shadow weavers rule absolute. The Princes: Beaufort Lincoln commands shadows like breathing, his charm masking deadly intent. Dray Eros weaves darkness into deadly art, violence wrapped in seductive smiles.

Blackmoon Bay is a city of monsters. Surviving here means never leaving home without a sharp stake. It means keeping secrets, even from friends. And unless I want the Hunters finding me again, it means my witchcraft stays on permanent lockdown. Good policy - until the night I accidentally resurrect a dead girl, rekindling my magic and drawing the Bay's most dangerous men to my doorstep. I'm Gray Desario. Witch. Survivor. Occasional bringer of chaos. And tonight? The darkness is coming.

When my absentee father returns to inform me of my true heritage, the way to figuring out this new reality of being half blood-sucker is a secret paranormal University nestled in England's misty forests. It specializes in control and focus for beings like me and those whose default setting is trouble. When I step through MistHallow University's hidden gates, I'm plunged into a world of ancient power and forbidden desires. As my dormant powers awaken, so does a hunger I can't control, and I fall under the spell of four otherworldly men who give trouble a whole new meaning.

My parents made a deal with the devil, and now I’m a Hell Fae captive. Enslaved. Owned. Thrown to the Hellhounds and expected to survive. Because only survivors earn their mates. It doesn’t matter that I don’t want to be a bride. I’m a Halfling. Part Hell Fae and part girl-who-doesn’t-give-a-shit. But because of a bargain, he owns me. Lucifer. The Hell Fae King who created this godforsaken realm. Also known as the orchestrator of these deadly bride-trial games.

Never stop running. And no matter what, never let the world know who you really are. I’ve spent my whole life hiding. Training. Preparing. Hoping that no one will discover my secrets. What I can do. Who I am. And I’ve gotten so good at it, sometimes even I forget. Until them. The wolf pack with a ruthless reputation and a penchant for revenge. The protective fighter. The charming Brit. The shy hacker. The silent mercenary. The cruel assassin. They see more than anyone ever has before. And even with demons of their own, they give me sanctuary.

I've kept my secret—that I'm only a half-blood demon—hidden my entire life. But stepping into Blackthorn Academy has unveiled me to the four most powerful men in the kingdom, and they have no intention of letting me go. Receiving an invitation to the academy was the first surprise. Me, a powerless half-blood, suddenly among the elite. I knew it was risky to go there . . . What I couldn't foresee was becoming indebted to the four royals—the brooding future king, his cunning brother, and their mischievous twin cousins.

Luna has run from the shadows for as long as she can remember, hiding from the darkness chasing her all her life. A threat that killed her parents to capture her. Tired of running, of not having anywhere to call home, she casts a spell to send the demon hunting her back to hell. Oops. Bad move. An ancient guild detects her magic and intercepts her. They want her power and give her the choice: train with them or die.

Have you ever lost yourself in a fantasy world you created? That's how I've survived the years alone in a reality where humans cower in fear of supernatural creatures hiding behind the veil. All I've ever had is my pen, my notebook, and the world I created to make it through the days as a ward of the state, suffering at the hands of the real villains of the world—humans. The pages of my notebook hold three sinful, feared monsters. Ones that I certainly shouldn't be pining over since they aren't even real.

My family is cursed, and I’m the next victim. At least, that’s what my father believes. His obsession with the sleeping curse that took my mother has driven him mad. Growing up as the daughter of Hollywood royalty put me constantly in the sights of paparazzi. So when an invitation to visit Prince Phillip of Ashea arrives, I jump at the chance to get away from the cameras. He’s the man I’ve wanted since we were both children.

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.

Once upon a time there lived three men bonded by darkness and pain. Each fighting a past that wants to drown them. All of them damaged and broken. None of them complete. Until her.