Novedades

The sky is burning. The Reapers are keeping secrets. Vampires roam the wastes. And I’m headed down a path of destruction which can only end in death. I’m a soul cast adrift on a tide of grief and lies. A clock ticking down the moments to my inevitable destruction, and all I can do is race towards it. The nations are caught in this endless battle for supremacy and it’s hard to see myself as anything other than a pawn in the twisted games I’m helpless to control. The Waning Lands are screaming, soaked in blood for so long that even the rivers run red with it.

Half-Fae Elessia could have had everything. Literally. Since her magic allows her to compel anyone to do her bidding by merely looking into their eyes, the world was at her feet. But after a tragic accident, she is thrown into the Fae king's dungeons and forced to swear a blood oath to him, binding her to his service. Five years later, she's living amongst humans in Ellow and has created a life for herself—as much as she can with the king's promise to call in his debt looming over her.

Kierse McKenna just shattered the Monster Treaty. Again. It wasn’t entirely her fault. The job was supposed to be simple: steal a goblin-made bracelet off of the Queen of the Nymphs in her own palace. Trade the bracelet for a way to uncover the truth about her past. Except everything goes sideways. And then he shows up to save her. Graves—the warlock who ensnared her, betrayed her, and left her to fend for herself. He’s a villain. A monster draped in charm and shadows. And gods help her, he always knows exactly what she wants.

I swore I would never return to this palace. Never kneel before my father again. But I have been dragged back into his gilded cage, trapped beneath his rule, and bound to a fate I had tried to escape. My body is his to break, my magic his to wield. And no matter how many nights I dream of Dacre storming these halls, of his hands, pulling me from the darkness—dreams are nothing against the greed of a king. Even if my mate comes for me, even if I am freed from my father's grip, I'm not sure there will be anything left of me to save. The kingdom is dying.

Even though she's not one of them, Brynn has spent her life among the Alaha, training to be a guard and waiting for the chance to attend the annual market hosted by the Kenta—the very same people who exiled her adopted community to a life at sea. Going to the market is a rite of passage eagerly anticipated by all young guards, but Brynn does not anticipate breaking a century-long peace treaty while there.

He broke her. And then she broke the rules. When commoner wolf shifter Kassira is rejected in front of an entire royal ballroom by her fated mate, King Draven, the ruthless Alpha of Alphas, her world shatters. Banished to the cursed edge of Kunou Forest, she's left to bleed in silence while he continues ruling with another woman on his arm. But a bond this powerful doesn't die quietly. Six months later, Kassira is done grieving. She's ready to sever the bond for good. Even if it means breaking herself to do it. But when she finally lets go, Draven's monstrous lycan form awakens... and he ...

The shadows are in my blood. I can feel them crawling through me, slithering under my skin and taking me hostage. But the darkness within me isn't nearly as bad as the darkness that lives around me. The four Celestial Heirs will stop at nothing to destroy the lives of me and my sister. But they haven't figured out yet, that we're the strongest creatures they've ever known. And when that secret comes out, we need to be ready to face them as well as any other cruel Fae who rises against us. It’s us or them. And it damn well won’t be us.

In the otherworld realm of Parknival Wonderland begins the story of a boy who loves a girl. Meet Grey, a former baker turned magical park manager, and Billie, a curious and innocent dungeon spirit who dreams of being human. Together, they embark on a journey of creation, wonder, and unexpected romance.

It’s been a year and a half since the disappearance of Kain and Artemis and Connor is being stretched to his limit. Despite being the Family Head Gabriel has dumped most of the work in his lap and the resulting tension in the manor is making everyone snappish. So when Percy comes to him with the suggestion that Gabriel might not be their Seventh Connor takes one night for himself for the first time in weeks. Malcolm Greymoore, alpha of the local werewolf pack, has issues of his own to deal with and shouldn’t be worrying about the Hellsing Family’s weakness now that they’re down two members.

Tahlia is half-fae. Wrong blood. Wrong ancestors. Wrong everything. She’ll never be allowed to become a Mist Knight—a dragon riding warrior who defends the kingdom’s wild north coast. But when the noble female she squires for runs off with a barkeep, she decides to take the noble’s place, risk death by fire, and sneak into the tournament that will name the next Mist Knight.

The North American Pack was always meant to be Ember's birthright, but she grew up far away from shifter culture in a sanctuary city for monsters. Her wolf yearns to scout pack lands and socialize with other wolves, but Ember understands the risks, especially considering female shifters are nearly endangered nowadays. So, she keeps her distance, even if she has to fight her wolf at every turn... And that works until Ember's team is called in on a mysterious case for the paranormal council.

Thysandra's world is falling apart. Rebels have overthrown the fae empire she's served for centuries. Worse, she's the one who caused the defeat—tricked into treason by her longtime nemesis and romantic obsession, Naxi, who then promptly abandoned her again, like the empathy-lacking demon she is. Execution by rebels would be a relief at this point. Instead, the bastards name her High Lady of the very court she just betrayed. Punishment or reward, Thys isn't quite sure.

Princess Aurelia only wants two things: freedom... and answers. She was there when her mother, the beloved Queen, was murdered. And yet, she has no memory of the event. In fact, she hardly has any solid memories of her mother at all. She was nine when it happened, and ten years later she still can't put the pieces together. Her father, who has since become imperious and overprotective, refuses to touch on the subject while forcing Aurelia to remain hidden – unable to leave the confines of her home.

Harper, lead singer of glam rock sensation The Rade, knows his face, his body, and his voice are beautiful -- so what if he secretly suspects he's an unlovable mess? He and his bandmates escaped a tortured existence in Fairyland years ago, and now they use their glamour and style to delight mortals instead of enthralling them. They love what they do, so when another band starts talking trash on their authenticity, Harper has to clap back. Beck O'Leary, lead singer of hard rock outfit Fireborn, has three platinum albums and the perfect life, and he's miserable.

What were the chances of running into my mate the first time I visited the human world? Almost none. And yet, there he was, with sparkling blue eyes, brightly painted nails, a wide smile, and a sassy as fuck mouth. There was no way I was dropping the ball on this, but it wasn't as easy as asking him out, even though he'd left me his number on my coffee cup. Being a supernatural in the human world was tough, but bringing a human into your world? Yeah, I was going to need some help.

In her final year at Thornhaven, Faye Wilderpath emerges as one of their most promising warriors. She uncovers a long-buried secret about the academy's founding and the true nature of Fluxbeasts, a secret that could turn the tide against the Netherkin. As she prepares for her final trial, the solo Netherkin Hunt, Faye must reconcile her desire for vengeance with her duty to protect—as well as her love for not one but two men in her life. The fate of Thornhaven, her loved ones, and possibly the entire world hangs in the balance as Faye faces her ultimate challenge.

She was never meant to be erased. And now? She is limitless. Vivica thought she was just another woman looking for love, swiping through the endless void of modern romance. One click, one spell, one whispered invitation later—and she’s plunged into something far beyond desire. The world she knew fractures, revealing an ancient war over power, control, and the very fabric of existence. She was never just a woman. She was never just mortal. And now, the forces that sought to erase her are kneeling at her feet. Guided by Lilith—seductive, elusive, and always three steps ahead—Vivica ...

The battle was fought. And the battle was lost. Waking up in the middle of nowhere, my connection to my siblings was gone. Jaggedly severed like a stolen soul. I searched for centuries. Living under countless names. In countless places. Never getting close to anyone. Never staying long enough for anyone to notice I didn't age. I gave up on finding them. I gave up on finding the other half of my soul. I gave up… period. Until the day I felt Aurora. My one.

My father is missing, and along with him, the Sunrunner family stone, Nausa. My aunt swears this is common for him, but I know differently. Yes, my father is lost deep in his addictions, but he's never disappeared before. If it weren't up to me to handle the mess my family has made, I'd be a thousand miles away by now. But time is running out, and the threatening eruption of Mount Slate keeps inching closer. Now, Half the Moonstriker family has come to help me look for Nausa, including Kit, a freaking assassin, and his brother Frost, the most beautiful man ever born.

Farron, the Prince of Autumn, wants nothing less than to be tangled up with Dayton, the Prince of Summer. Dayton is reckless, wild, and probably hasn’t opened a book once in his life. Meanwhile, Farron likes to think everything through—including how to survive the next few weeks while his family is staying in the Summer Realm. But Dayton has set his sights on Farron, and despite his better judgment, Farron finds himself drawn into the storm that is the Summer Prince. The deeper he falls, the more Dayton pulls away, and Farron can’t hold onto him any more than the sand can hold onto the tide.