Lilian Quinn

I never wanted to go to Mardi Gras. The wild parties, the chaos—none of it was for me. But my sister Raya lives for it, and spending time with her means everything. So, I went, determined to survive the madness for her sake.
Then I met him. A man so captivating it was impossible to look away. There was something dangerous about him, something eerily familiar, but I couldn’t place it. Not until the night that changed everything.
What started as a night of fun and celebration turned into a nightmare. Creatures that shouldn’t exist attacked us. The supernatural world isn’t real… at least, I thought it wasn’t. But now Raya is missing, and no one will believe me.
I know what I saw. I know she’s out there somewhere. But can I find her before it’s too late? And more terrifyingly—am I next?


Bloodborne Secrets

Manacles bite into my wrists, and the dank air is so thick it’s like I’m breathing underwater.


“Hello?” My voice echoes back to me along with the drip of water on slime covered stone. “Anybody?”


The darkness stings my eyes, and the harder I strain to see, the worse it gets. The muscles in my armpits and elbows sing with exhaustion, every bit of me sore for being strung up by the wrists for hours. Days. Maybe weeks.


Worse than all of that is the unfathomable hole in my chest where my heart should be. It’s been replaced by a sense of hopelessness so profound it’s a miracle I’m still alive. If I am alive, that is. This is perilously close to what being dead must feel like. Damned to the deepest, pitch black pit of hell with no reprieve in sight.


I have to save them, a voice in my core screams. But that doesn’t make any sense. Who in the world would I have to save?


Chapter 68: Imprisoned pt. 1