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As the youngest member of the renowned Harlow family, I, Brianne Marie Harlow, have some big shoes to fill. With amazing parents on the magic council and a sister who works for Witchling Star Agency, I’m determined to prove that I can meet the expectations of our family name. Getting accepted into Witchling Academy isn't the problem, given my gift. But surviving in a school filled with witches and warlocks? That is a whole other dilemma. My game plan? Focus on learning, do my homework, and speak to no one - except for my best friend, Elijah, who I secretly have a crush on.

I woke to the soothing sound of a peaceful serenade...except there’s nothing peaceful about being kidnapped after being sold to the Devils of Sin. This never should have happened, because I did everything right. I accepted the invitation, attended the masquerade in the depth of the forsaken forest, and danced with whomever requested. The longer one remains, the more debt is cleared from the family name, so I danced through the night. I survived to the final note—and let me emphasize the survive part—but I’m starting to realize where the real problem lies.

I've dealt with my share of homelessness. I've endured being the bad gal in the room. I’ve taken a lot of life’s punches on the chin. But never did I expect to be forced to attend an academy full of power-hungry delinquents. I can handle whatever threats, traps, bullying, and schemes are thrown my way, because I'm not here to be a good student. I'm here to keep my secret safe from those who will do everything to see me perish. Game on.

They are beings with no flaws, divine creatures with power sparking at their fingertips. A race so exceptional that it feels almost forbidden to think about them, especially for someone like me. I’m Rosadette Campbell, a seventeen-year-old girl who has nothing in common with those divine, worshiped beings. No, I’m a human - at least, that’s how we refer to ourselves. We pretend not to hear the litany of degrading slurs other races use to describe our kind. We were the dominant species once, but now we’re considered little more than rats.

When I was five, they told me I was cursed. When I was ten, they accused me of killing my entire pack. When I was fifteen, I ran away in hopes of escaping my past. I left everything—and everyone—behind. By twenty, I’d moved on in every way. New name, new city, a chance at a fresh start. By twenty-five, I was a healer to a pack of nightmare wolves, and whatever my curse, they were immune to its wrath. For once, I was happy: in love with not just my Alpha, but his Beta and Sentinel Guard. Life was challenging, but my past was finally forgotten...until my monsters found me.

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.

A crown of light hovers over my head, a royal symbol that puts me on a pedestal that everyone envies—they long to stand at my side for the rest of the world to witness. Death awakens the truth surrounding my creation, and I’m left in the middle of a war between three supernatural races: wolves, archangels, and monsters. This isn’t the threesome I was envisioning for myself.

For me, Cassandra Thorn, being born as a human, raised by an elite group of supernaturals, and struggling to reach my 20th birthday was far more fun than this. Then again, anything would be. In this case, "this" refers to being taken against my will - kidnapped - and trapped in an underground lab for supernatural shifters. Pretty ridiculous, considering I was a mere mortal. Or so I was told. Turns out there are a lot of things I was told, not all of them true.

I woke up to the chilling sound of gunshots. A soured deal, a raid of vicious men, and a blow to my head contributed to my psychosis. My name is Eloise Genevieve, but the rest of the world calls me crazy. Can I really blame them? After all, I speak to the monsters who have known me since that Devil’s Raid. Sweet, sinful men who are just as royal, powerful, and merciless as I wish to be. I’m the only one who can see them, and that’s the problem. I want more than just to see.