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Starla's witchcraft hides a terrible secret. She's a rare human able to have shifter children. Her magical disguise is the only thing keeping her from becoming a dragon baby factory. Over her dead body. She has a job. Too many people need her for a stupid destiny to upend her life. There's one problem—her fated mate. Mars, the dragon shifter's mercenary, is her own personal demon. Hotter than sin and a stone-cold psychopath, his obsession with her threatens to ruin everything. His presence pushes her magic to its limits. If he gets too close, he'll figure out their connection.

Dancing in a rowdy nightclub isn’t most girls’ career plans, but Ava makes it work. Bump, grind, flirt—easy as pie. Her life shatters when she’s marked. A human that can have dragon shifter babies is a prize worth killing for, and her stalker is ready to be a dad. When her apartment burns down, Ava learns a fun fact. Stalkers don’t like being rejected. And hers will stop at nothing to claim her as his own. One man can help her. Baz—King of the Seattle dragon shifters and definitely not a gangster. Despite the warnings to stay away from him, his protection is her only hope.

Axel is never going to a nightclub again. One night off from being a grumpy old man and a pretty young thing ruins his damn life. He should have known better. Despite her firecracker nature, Nadine is human. Small. Delicate. Fragile. He needs her out of his infirmary before she gets hurt in a way that even a doctor can't fix. Trouble brews among the cold-blooded dragon shifters, and his nurse has a target on her back. Her innocence calls to his need to protect. Her delicious scent and fertile body call to something much darker.

After losing her home and everything she knows, Hazel has one way out—a deal with the local dragon shifters. As a rare human able to have shifter children, she's treasured among the male dragons. Like anything precious, she needs to be protected. The live-in bodyguard is a little much, though.\ Her new roommate, tattooed, grumpy Jay, is immune to her upbeat attitude. His blackout rages whenever men touch her mean she's behaving herself whether she likes it or not. When she goes into heat, all she wants is him.

It's been five years since I died and I'm still here. Still haunting this world. I've all but given up hope of passing on the other side when I'm dragged to a spring performance with Yelina and Jericho. It's there that I see the most beautiful phantom I've ever witnessed dancing on the stage. Only after meeting her do I realize how similar we are. But darkness chases her, keeping her distant from me. But how far am I willing to go to find peace?

In Year Four of Wicked Academy, death is no longer a threat—it is a language. Gwenivere survived the Infernal Realm. Survived the throne. Dared to survive herself. But rebirth leaves scars. The fire that judged her in Year Three did not fade—it branded her. The crown remembers her name. The realm still whispers. And the truth she uncovered has torn her in two. Because Gwen is not alone within her own soul. Gabriel lives beneath her skin. Twin. Heir. Shadow. Two destinies bound inside one body—one forged in rebellion, the other born to rule.

In the twisted halls of Wicked Academy's second year, nothing is as it seems. Surviving Year One was just the beginning. Now in the Faerie realm, where time bends and memories fade like morning mist, I discover the true meaning of wickedness. With each passing hour, the line between ally and enemy blurs beyond recognition. The bonds I forged with my three paranormal princes crack beneath the weight of unspoken truths.

Surviving year two left more than scars. It awakened something ancient within me—something the academy can no longer ignore. Now cast into a realm of ash and bone, where the dead walk and the living bleed magic to survive, I find myself not just battling beasts and illusions, but the shadows of my own bloodline. The throne I never wanted whispers my name in every flame. And I'm no longer sure the glamour I wear is hiding me…or holding me back.

Love? Loyalty? Protection? Just whispers of hope, I stopped listening to. The Cold Moon Pack made sure of it—breaking me piece by piece, stripping away every part of who I was. Until they crashed into my world. Uninvited. Unapologetic. Impossible to stop. Three dangerously possessive wolf shifters who I never expected to notice me at all. One with golden eyes who watches me like I already belong to him. One with a sharp tongue and a sunshine grin that hides a storm of violence. And one tattooed in shadows, whose darkness calls to something fractured—and burning—inside me.

I never thought I'd willingly walk into the dragon's den, but here I am—Gwenivere, the only girl stupid enough to infiltrate the infamous Wicked Academy. Oh, and did I mention I'm a hybrid? Part vampire, part witch, and now, part boy... at least as far as anyone here knows. Infiltrating the all-male Wicked Academy wasn't my smartest move. I thought I was prepared for anything. Turns out, I wasn't ready for the vicious bullying, the cutthroat classes, or the three devastatingly handsome paranormal princes who've made tormenting me their new favorite hobby.