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

Passengers bustle on and off the train, completely unaware of the mayhem about to break out a few dozen yards ahead of them. My brain whirrs through options, and every single one is a losing prospect.


“Make the call,” Azriel hisses. “Before it’s made for us.”


Catching eyes with every member of our bare bones army, I know there’s only one way this goes. Nobody likes it, but this moment was bound to happen from the second we stepped into Marek’s territory.


“Fuck it,” I grunt. “Scorched earth.” Serena hates it, Leander is resigned, and Azriel’s demon buddies light up like it’s Christmas morning.


“Now you’re talking!” Waylon whips out a machete from a sheath strapped to his leg, tips back his head, and lets loose a battle cry that reverberates down the whole metro line. Cloaking spell or not, there’s no slinking through the shadows now.


Chapter 89: Battle Beneath the Streets