Blood Trilogy

Getting married wasn't on Calder Mourningstar's to-do list when one of his own kind was kidnapped and hold for ransom. The Witches-his enemies-saw an opportunity to ruin his life and took it. He never thought he'd have to marry a Witch in order to stop the war between the two species. They always kept to themselves, preferring to stay neutral in the eyes of Demons, but Noel wasn't having it. So, when Willow-one of the most powerful Witches-is forced to marry him, she's told to just go with it. Trying to stay distant, she begins to feel something coil in her stomach. The Requiem. An ancient word, created by their Queen long ago. It was supposed to bond Demons and Witches together since Witches use Demons for aid. They were never supposed to be enemies in the first place, but of course, there's always a traitor in the coven. They stole sigils from other holders. Then, when they went to war, a few were lost between realms-never to be seen again. Enemy or not, The Requiem rises, and they will feel it in their bones. Who will be the first to break? The Hellfire I was born to conquer, forged in the flames of hell itself. My power is absolute, my enemies crushed beneath the weight of my will. This arranged marriage is a necessary sacrifice to end a war-but Willow is more than I expected. Her defiance cuts through my cold control, and her fire burns brighter than my darkness. She's supposed to be my enemy. Instead, she's becoming my obsession. And obsessions like hers? They destroy men like me. The Nighthex Marrying an Archdemon wasn't just a nightmare-it was a death sentence. I agreed to this truce to save my people, not to lose my soul to the monster I've been bound to. Calder is ruthless, unrelenting, and entirely too dangerous for his own good. I swore I would hate him, but the way he looks at me feels like a battle I'm already losing. He's the kind of monster you don't escape. He's the kind you let yourself fall for-and pray you survive.

Remember Pheonix? Nox and Calder's younger brother? Well, he's not just a side character-he has his own story, too. That over-exaggerated humor had to come from somewhere. It had to hide something. . . Coral's a survivor of a brutal past: trafficked, discarded, and left for dead in a world that never saw her as human. Her body bears the scars of violence, and her mind is a battlefield of flashbacks and fear. The voices flood her mind, desperate to complete their task of ending her-but what if the voices can be stopped? Pheonix Mourningstar is the definition of "the funny younger brother." What more could he do? He's not an Archdemon like his brothers, or someone who controls shadows or vines. . . But he can control something. Coral Moran. No record of her past, no medical documents-it's almost as if she had never even existed in the first place. Like a ghost. So, what's stopping him from finding her in the back of a college-ready to end it all? Humans aren't something the paranormal are supposed to be interested in. All they're supposed to do is walk amongst them in plain sight and stay hidden. Too bad. Pheonix always liked to disobey the rules, and when he does, all Hell breaks loose. Did the voices really think they could take over her mind when he was there? Wrong. He's always close, always near, never letting her out of his sight, because if she's gone, then he might never see her again. Stalk her. Make sure she doesn't commit. And live. The Fuel I am drowning. Not in water, but in the weight of everything that has ever touched me. Bruises fade, scars heal, but the silence...that stays. I thought if I faded enough, if I whispered instead of screamed, maybe the world would let me disappear. But he won't. Phoenix crashes into my life like fire through dead wood, reckless and unrelenting. He doesn't understand quiet, doesn't know how to let go. And worse...he worships me. He's golden and wild, a creature made for chaos, and he doesn't care that I'm broken. He just wants me anyway. The Fire She is drowning. But not on my watch. I have burned cities, ruined lives, left destruction in my wake without second thoughts-but her? Coral isn't something I destroy. She's something I protect. Something I own. She can run. She can hide. She can whisper all she wants. But no matter how far she goes, I'll be there, roaring down empty highways, laughing in the face of Hell. She thinks she's fading, but I'll make damn sure she never disappears. I would burn the world for her. And if she lets me stay, I'll turn the ashes into something beautiful.