To save Arcadia, I must fly into the heart of the storm
There's a prophecy that the white wolf will save Arcadia from the clutches of a terrible storm.
I am the white wolf, but even I'm having trouble believing the prophecy.
The former Prince Radulf is meant to be dead, but he's not. His spirit has taken possession of Prince Cillian's body, and if that wasn't bad enough, whatever soul bond the Prince and I had is gone.
The only way to re-forge my bond with the Prince is to win the Royal Selection, but the city of Windhelm thinks I'm a murderer, and may outright kill me as soon as I walk through their gates.
It's a chance I'm going to have to take, because if I fail, then it won't just be Arcadia that falls, but so will Earth once the armies of winter come crashing through portals like avalanches.
Contains mature themes.
In the frigid woods at the edge of a storm, I'm going to find myself or die trying.
I'm a fugitive of the fae city of Windhelm, framed for a murder I didn't commit. I only made it out of their dungeons by luck, and now I'm on the run-but so is the Prince.
Nobody knows where he is, but my instincts pull me toward the Veridian; a roaring tempest of dark magic that roams the land of the winter fae.
Our trip through the forest is cut short, though, by a group of fae that seize our carriage and bring us to their village as their prisoners. The mark on my hand, the mark of the white wolf, is the only thing that keeps them from killing us outright, but if I can't prove my mark is real, I'm only prolonging the inevitable.
I don't have time for these people. I need to find Cillian before he does something stupid, but I don't have a lot of options.
Contains mature themes.
Sometimes heat can find you even in the depths of winter.
A couple of weeks ago, I was stolen from my home and forced to take part in an ancient fae ceremony; only someone made a mistake because I'm not fae, and if Winter's Prince finds out, I'm dead.
When an unexpected twist suddenly narrows the Royal Selection to a razor's edge, the best that I can do is put my head down and try to survive, but the Prince has other plans.
Part of me screams for me to keep him at arm's length, but the other part draws me closer to the brutally gorgeous fae, and it's going to get me killed.
He thinks I'm his soulmate, but that's impossible because I'm not even supposed to be here. So, why am I infuriatingly attracted to him? I need answers, only to get them, I'll have to play with fire and hope it doesn't burn us both alive.
Contains mature themes.
In Arcadia, winter has no heart.
I make magic dresses for a living. I'm not rich or pretty enough to wear them, but I love what I do, working out of my family's shop on Carnaby Street in London-until the fae show up.
It's a straight-up kidnapping, and before I know it, I'm brought to this wintry place of cold hearts and beautiful nightmares, but that's not the worst part.
The worst part is, they think I'm fae, and I'm supposed to participate in some competition against a host of other women who have been training their whole lives for this. The prize? The winner is to marry the Prince.
On the surface that sounds almost like a fairytale, only this competition is brutal and bloody, and the Prince is the jerk that kidnapped me. I can't get too close to him or he'll know I'm not fae, and then I'm dead. But I want to get close to him. His body burns with the fire of a cold star, and I'm drawn to him.
I need to fight the pull and survive long enough to find a way out of here, but these winter fae won't make that easy.
Contains mature themes.
Find the last stone. Stop my brother. Save the world.
Valoel, my half-brother, is on the hunt, only this time he doesn't want to recruit me-he wants to straight up murder me. I don't have a choice.
I have to kill him first.
Before I can do that, I need to find the fifth stone. Without it, my chances of beating him are slashed. The only problem is, I have no idea where to start looking for it. With only a few options and very little time to figure out which is the best one, I'm going to have to count on the one person I'd rather not see again in my life to make this work.
Draven.
To save myself, my city, and my friends, I have to push past my own pain and dig deep into whatever's left of me. I can't let Valoel find the fifth stone. If he does, we'll all be puppets to his whim. and I'm nobody's puppet.
Contains mature themes.
Find my brother. Learn the truth. Remember my home.
The Obsidian Order is tough, they have to be if they want to turn prospects into elite agents. I want to be one of those agents, and right now I'm closer than ever to achieving that goal.
Hunting Valoel down is my primary goal. The word on the street is he's recruiting mages to fight for his cause. I'm not sure what his cause is, but I know it's not good. Draven would have us just kill him outright and be done with it, but Valoel said he was my brother. Maybe he can tell me about my past? My parents? My old life I have no memory of.
I need to find Valoel, and I need to find him quickly, but that means navigating a dangerous web of mages, none of whom are naturally friendly toward my kind. To make matters worse, I run into someone who turns my entire worldview on its head. Now, more than ever, I need to learn who I truly am. It's the only way I'm going to survive what's to come.
Contains mature themes.
Find my magic. Be the best. Beat the odds.
I survived the Obsidian Order's first series of trials. I stopped a madman from putting a massive crater in the middle of New York City. Good job, Seline, but that was only the beginning.
As I take on my silver trials, friends become competition, competitors turn ruthless, and I still can't touch my magic without it nearly killing me every time I do. If I don't win these trials I'll get left behind, and I've been promised that won't be good for me.
If that weren't enough, the infuriatingly sexy Draven asks me to accompany him on a mission to retrieve an item of incredible magical power. Naturally, I saddle up and go with him, hoping at the very least to get a few extra credit points on my trials. But what I encounter is bigger than trials or Orders, and could mean the death of us all.
Contains mature themes.
Learn to fight. Pass my trials. Stay alive.
As long as I can keep my supernatural origins hidden, my life is simple. It's just my best friend and me against the world, eating dried Ramen and peas, watching reality TV, and laying low in the city that never sleeps.
That is until Draven, a dangerously attractive hunter, tracks me down and kidnaps me. He's with the Obsidian Order, and he gives me a choice: join their ranks or die. All I have to do is pass a series of deadly trials at their Academy, competing against a bunch of supernaturals who want me dead. Sounds easy, right?
There's one problem with that; I have no memories of my past, which means I don't have the skills to compete. Whatever magic I have inside of me better come out fast, because I've been promised my best friend will die if I fail, and if we both die, the secret we're carrying could fall into the wrong hands.
Then it's all over.
Contains mature themes.
My entire world is about to burn.
There is a secret war being waged in London's magic underground, but now that war is going to spill out into the world of humans. I know what Cerberus wants, he covets the power of the infernal Hellfire, and with Reaper on his team his chances of getting it have gone up tenfold. With the Eyes hamstrung as we are, I don't see light at the end of the tunnel; only more darkness.
That's when the first body shows up, and everything changes.
If we're going to beat Cerberus, we need to act fast, we need to hit hard, and we need more than a little luck on our side. But all the luck in the world won't save us if that Warlock gets his hands on the Hellfire.
Sometimes you have to fight fire, with Hellfire.
I didn't have a choice. If I hadn't done what I did, Reaper would've set in motion a chain of events that would've consumed London and everyone in it in unholy, demonic flames. With Levi, Mason, and the Eyes stretched to breaking point, I have to push one more time to try and put an end to the chaos that fell over my life the moment that book made it into my hands, but a visit from a ghost throws a spanner in the works that threatens to send me into madness before I can complete my mission. Worse, if I'm not careful, I could become an even bigger threat to the innocent people around me than Reaper ever could be.
I should've died in those tunnels, but I didn't, and now I'm the only one who can stop Reaper before he sets the world on fire . . . but I'm running out of time.
London's about to become infested with demons.
My mission to save London from suffering the same fate as most of the United States sees me diving into the London Underground in search of a Hell Hole, but finding it is the least of my problems. One by one, the things that make the Eyes a functioning cabal are being picked apart, leaving us out of communication and seriously damaging our ability to stop Cerberus before it's too late, and when disaster strikes, none of us are prepared to deal with it.
Least of all me.
Cerberus puts me face to face with my own traumatic past in an attempt to shake me, but I'm not going to allow myself to be compromised like that. I have a job to do, and I'm going to see it through to the end even if it kills me.
I'm a mage. Problem is, it might kill me.
In London, I have my dream job: stacking books in a University Library. Even though I'm a mage, I have a quiet life these days. At least, until Levi shows up. Immediately, I know he's trouble. He's too sexy by half, and I can tell he's dangerous. Worse, he wants a forbidden book in my library. No way in hell am I going to give it to him. It's my job to protect it.
But now, Levi won't let it go. And it turns out, he's not the only person who wants the book. All of a sudden, enemies are closing in on me, trying to get the book.
I need to figure out what the hell is going on if I want to live. I'm about to head right into a storm, I think the only way out, is to fight through it.
