Lucifer isn’t Hell’s only devil. When a powerful angel purposely abandons Heaven, their descent creates a new level of torment in Hell’s kingdom. If only it didn’t take me nearly dying by the hands of my ex-fiancé to discover this. I could’ve begged for a miracle, or at least mercy.

With werewolves on the brink of extinction, packs from everywhere came together in an attempt to overcome their differences. The creation of the She-Wolf Games did just that, bringing peace among the territories as packs worked toward the same goal: To save their species. Usually, I’d be touched by such a monumental occasion, but I had no idea werewolves existed. Or that female werewolves were a commodity and the ultimate prize.

I did a bad, bad thing. Thanks to a blank in my memory, I'm not sure what that thing was, but it was horrible enough to get me locked up in the psych ward for seven years.

Ava Sinclair has it all—a life of luxury on her father's sprawling plantation-style estate in Georgia, a bright future ahead, and a sense of freedom that comes with youth. College is just around the corner, and she's ready to step into her new life. That is, until her father crosses the wrong man—the notorious New York kingpin, Gage Morelli. Suddenly, Ava’s perfect world shatters when she’s kidnapped by a man whose power is only matched by his ruthless reputation. But Gage? He’s nothing like the cold, calculating criminal she expected.

I’ve walked the streets of Phoenix Valley for twenty two years knowing exactly who I am: an orphan, a human, a nobody. Summoned by The Hex to test my humanity, I was prepared to fail, destined to be the same mundane girl. I was wrong. Pandora’s Box called to me, sensing a magic I never knew existed. With my world turned upside down and full of possibilities, I must now call Paradise Heights home. To live amongst supernaturals, attend Saints Academy, and find my place.

Cruel. Heartless. Quarantined. The ruthless boys of Everlake Prep never saw lockdown coming. But the virus isn’t their number one enemy. I am. And as if being confined to a boarding school for the elite wasn’t bad enough, now I’m stuck in isolation with the boys who hate me most too. With the virus escalating and my dad’s name splashed through the news, my entire world is falling apart. What he did has cast a dark shadow over me. And the Night Keepers want to make me pay for his crimes.

My life was perfect. I had an amazing fiancé, a business I love, parties and balls every week, everything was wonderful…until that night. The night where everything changed. My world is crashing down around me. Everything I knew is a lie and the men, the men in the masks, tell me that as they steal me away into the night. I wake chained, scared, and alone with four criminals. Criminals who tell me I'm theirs now, theirs to steal, theirs to kill. But there is something they don’t know about me, my past shrouded in darkness.

Eight years ago, my family was betrayed by those closest to us. Now we’re back in Sabine Valley, staging our return during the feast of Lammas, where I step into the ring and ensure we’re given what we’re owed. Who we’re owed. Our enemies send their seven best warriors against me. With each victory, I win a Bride for each of my brothers. And for me? I’m saving the best for last. My Bride is Harlow, the woman claimed by the man I used to call friend - the one responsible for our exile. Eli.

Thrust into Nightmare Penitentiary, I meet a group of hard, alpha, psychotic inmates who believe I’m the answer to all their prayers. Me? I’m just trying to survive and figure out what it means to live. My new home isn’t just a prison, but a labyrinth with horrors around every corner.

I rejected my fated mate, and didn’t regret it for a second. Until now. Shipped off to Ravenscroft University, a graduate school for the supernatural elite, I have a lot to live up to. As heir to America’s most powerful pack, I was locked away. Not to be protected, but because I was born broken. A disappointment. A wolf who couldn’t shift. This is supposed to be my fresh start, but my past won’t leave me alone. Not when he’s here.

You'd think that basically being in charge of love would be an epic job, right? Wrong. Sure, I can blow some Lust into people's faces and watch the show, but I can't actually participate. It gets old, trust me. Same goes for love. I can pass it out like sugar-free lollipops at a dentist's office, but I can't get any love for myself. It totally sucks. I used to consider myself a hopeless romantic, so why wouldn't I choose to become a cupid? Sounds like a good idea, right? Wrong again. They don't call us stupid cupids for nothing.

Cast down from heaven years ago, I’ve been waiting for my chance to go home, desperate to return to the light. But when that chance finally comes, there are strings attached. Seven of them. According to my angelic superiors, the only way I can earn redemption for myself is by redeeming the seven incarnations of sin.

A reject—that’s the best way to describe how I’m treated. All because I’m a hybrid. The monarchs of hell revere pure bloodlines and perfection above all else, and in their eyes, I’m a mutt. Good thing dear old Dad, the Grim Reaper, has never once looked at me as anything other than his favorite child. Well, I’m his only child, but semantics. Suddenly, he has tasked me with the job of going to the council summit in his place. An event that happens once every century to determine which royal house will be voted into the supreme position. A position people would kill for.

All I want for my birthday is to find my magic and maybe get my first kiss. But that’s pretty hard to do when rumors fly around that my girly bits are cursed. I've lived among witches ever since my mother dropped me off. That was the last I ever saw of her. For most of my life, my aunt cared for me, raised me, and hid me from the world. My world. Until she can’t anymore. My mates have found me. All three of them. If these wolf shifters claim that I am theirs, that can only mean one thing—I’m not a witch, I’m a wolf shifter, too.

I’ve been abducted. Twice. My situation with this new group of aliens has gone from bad to worse. I was with a bunch of elf-like aliens who had unparalleled technology, but now I’m in the midst of a group of primitive gargoyle aliens running around in loincloths. Which doesn’t hide much, let me tell you. There’s one gargoyle in particular who watches my every move, but what’s under his loincloth scares me more than his beastly appearance. To be sure we’re worthy to breed with, the savages have us each perform a rite of passage. And by that I mean a test of survival.