Academy of the Gods

At the Academy of the Gods, winner takes all and the games are about to begin. The name's Kore, daughter of Demeter, crown goddess of spring, but you can call me Kory. Along with my invitation to attend the elite Olympus Academy where all the top deities send their brats for training, comes the news that I'm betrothed to Hades, tall, dark, and brooding god of the underworld. I'd much rather be Queen Bee of my girl gang back home, slinging Panaceas to spoiled rich Olympians, but I have three years to enjoy my life before I'm ruling the denizens of hell at Hades' side and I refuse to waste it making him look good. Turns out, my betrothed has a gang of his own. The Triad, made up of Hades, Loki, and Fenrir, rules the school and they expect me to bow down like everyone else. Sure, Janus. Cue eyeroll. The three of them share everything, and when I humiliate Hades my first night at the Academy by making the tiniest immortal faux pas, their lust turns to cruelty and they start to edge in on my side hustle, but that's fine with me. Four can play at that game.

It's all fun and games to them-especially when someone gets hurt. One god of mischief and mayhem. One god of fur and fang. And the god of death himself. They've all been out to get me since the school year began, but this semester, the Rabbit's got some tricks up her sleeve. It's time to take these three vicious gods down a peg, or ten, and there's no better route to revenge than directly through the heart. I just have to make sure I don't get caught up in the twisted game myself.

The deadliest game is the one you never chose to play. Finding out Ares, the god of war, is my father was a shock. Finding out I'm destined to lead his troops out of the aether and overthrow Cronus himself? Let's just say I'm gonna need more than chamomile tea to power through this. Hades, Loki, and Fenrir are the last three people I'd want to be stranded with, but the only way we're getting out of this hellscape is by working together. If they think I'm going to forget all their wicked games just because we have a common goal, they're dead wrong. The Queen is taking her throne back, and these three gorgeous jerks are going to have to grovel if they want forgiveness.