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

This is the night that never ends. I’m so completely wrung out, I ought to be able to flop into bed and fall into a twenty-year coma. Instead I’m wide awake. Miserable, but awake.


Wrapped in a blanket that smells like cedar and ash, I’ve folded myself into the overstuffed chair next to the fireplace. It’s blessedly not lit at the moment. I’ve had enough fire for a while, please and thank you. Besides, my insides are still roiling from the energy blast I knocked out.


My head is pounding, and waves of nausea keep crashing over me. If these powers I possess are supposed to be a gift, then why do I always feel so shitty after using them? Everything about me is humming, and not in the fun and cozy way. It’s like I’m gonna die while being stuffed with life until my seams are ready to rip.


One thing’s for sure, I’m absolutely brimming with life. With Azriel’s child growing inside me, there are times when I’m too full to think of anything else.


Chapter 122: The Next Moves