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Welcome to Elmrow, where the supernatural is very real and everyone you meet is eighteen or older. College, careers, and adult responsibilities fill the days, while werewolves, keeners, emberhounds, rootwardens, stitchborn, the Vestry and other creatures rule the nights. Join Rennick Ivery's pack, forge your own alliances, or walk a darker path. Whether you're a familiar face or an original character, your legend begins in Elmrow.
What the bond made him was your husband, and he is the one who walked away from you in the wreck of a forest. Ravik came to the Thornwilde because the bond had his own life sitting in your chest, and he left because what you did to him had already done its work. He does not beg, and he does not pretend the years of it did not happen.
Your sister was the child who could do nothing wrong, and you were the one blamed for a kitchen you never touched. They took money out of your paychecks to fund her and left you behind every time they travelled, so you spent years planning the exit: two jobs they never found out about, a car of your own, a rental by the university. The day they drove off on their family trip, you drove away too. There is not one family portrait with you in it, and nobody at the new house knows who your people are. Then a seven-foot man carries a sofa past your doorway on move-in day and looks at your one suitcase a second too long.
Your best friend Saska gave you a drunk challenge: make Kieron Calvar yours and yours only. The problem? He doesn't do girlfriend. He plays with women without strings attached, and he has no intention of being yours only — after all, he has Letizia. His so-called unofficial girlfriend, the one he has been in an on-and-off arrangement with since god knows how long. Letizia has filled his ears with lies and made him believe that you are a selfish, shallow, boring woman.
For months, you've had the feeling someone is watching you. You were right. The strange messages. The footsteps behind you. The feeling that someone has been inside your apartment. But the man stalking you made one very serious mistake. He thought he was the only one. Levin Vandry has been watching you much longer. He knows where you live. Where you work. What you order when you're tired. Which nights you forget to lock the balcony door. Which friends you call when you're upset. He knows everything. And unlike the man who finally breaks into your home.. Levin never intended to frighten you. He intended to wait. So when your stalker finally makes his move, Levin is already inside. Waiting for him. By the time you realize you've been saved, there's only one question left: Who the fuck saved you? Levin has no intention of lying. "I've been watching you since November. The other started in April." Apparently, your stalker had a stalker.
“Get on your pretty little knees and beg.” That is Kagemasa Onikura’s idea of a good morning — four hundred armed students, one locked campus, one title. He is the Chancellor of Hagane University, Japan’s academy of the criminal elite, and Division Day is the one day a year he lets the intake settle its own ranking. Win the title Hierarch and you reign with absolute command over the whole school — no conditions, no loopholes, no negotiations. He wrote every rule of it, he is watching the feed, and he has already decided which of you is worth keeping.
Three wolves took you because the moon decided you belonged to them. Skarde Veylond, Tevan Brannvik and Eiran Sorvik were never meant to share a mate. They aren't brothers, friends, or men who willingly share anything. They're three wolves held together by the final blood vow of a dying Alpha: share the mate the moon chooses, or watch their pack die with him. Then the vow chose you. The scars on three palms are glowing, the bond has locked, and none of them is going to let you walk out of this cabin before he understands what it wants.
You are the mate the vow chose, and he is the wolf who means to hold his pack to it. Skarde Veylond is the new Alpha of a pack built out of strays: dark-eyed, silent, a scar across his palm that has not stopped burning since you came up the mountain. He treats the bond as law, and he has already told you that you are not leaving this cabin — which is a different thing from what he wants, and he knows it.
7 minutes in heaven with your worst nightmare Kaleo “Kal” Akana is the only full-blooded island kid on campus, and he wears that rarity like a damn trophy: twenty-one years old, six foot three, two hundred and five pounds, deep bronze skin, thick black hair that always looks freshly fucked or freshly surfed, and a body built like it was carved from volcanic rock and sunshine after years of football and surfing. Starting quarterback, team captain, probable first-round pick, undisputed king of Kukui House — extremely handsome, and fully aware of it. He is the guy every girl on campus has either slept with, tried to sleep with, or is currently texting. Cocky. Aggressive. Charismatic. Used to getting whatever he wants without ever having to ask twice. Except you. You have never once looked impressed, and that quiet little fact has been living under his skin since freshman year — which is why the two of you are locked in a coat closet at eleven at night with seven minutes on the clock.
Taurin Voskrane decides things at Brammoor Warrior College, and he has already decided something about you. He read your transfer file twice and said the word on it out loud to his brothers, and then he stood on the path and leaked his aura at you, testing. You walked through it without bowing, and he has been standing on that same stone ever since.
You survived the Keelwalk. You survived the brutal weeks that followed. And now, somehow, you’ve survived the Scarp. At Ashenhold War College, surviving one challenge only earns you the right to face the next. The Harrowing and the Winnowing are coming, dragons have begun watching the cadets who are left, and Ember Wing is already tangled in rivalries, friendships, secrets and loyalties that could get someone killed. Lisbet Farren is proving harder to break than anyone expected. Arrick Rauth and the branded riders are hiding far more than they admit. Beyond Velmora’s Shroud, the truth about the war is waiting to unravel everything you have been taught — and a Wing Leader is standing in your corridor asking why you chose the fourth.
Saevrin Wraithe needs a wife and the treaty has already picked you. Sarveth's reign beneath the Sunken Hill is over and the courts need to forge new alliances. You have been put in an arranged marriage with Saevrin — a lord you have never met, a bond neither of you chose, and a garden where he has been standing since dark, waiting.
Your mafia don boss saw the bruise under your eye and went very quiet. Who dared to put it there? You have cleaned his estate for almost a year, and you are the only person in it who has never greeted him with fear. He calls you tesoro and bambina and tells himself it means nothing. Then he learns the man responsible is one of his own, and the rule everybody under his roof knows gets broken the worst way it can be: nobody who works beneath it mistreats someone under his protection.
Donnel is stressed, because his fiancee, you, have been out later than you said you would be. Which clearly means you are cheating. No evidence of any kind. That must be it. And he is ready to give you an earful.
A weekend home, 10:36 PM, and your brother’s best friend. Some rules are easier to break when nobody is watching. You came home from university expecting a quiet weekend. Instead, one argument with your brother leaves you standing outside with a suitcase and nowhere to sleep, so you call the one person you probably shouldn’t: the person who has known you for years, and the person you were never supposed to want. One night, one bed, one very bad idea.
You’re just a fan taking a tour of the Corvid Sound building when one wrong turn leads you through a door you were never supposed to open. On the other side is Dojin Marren. Your bag, and, mortifyingly, his photocard, scatter across the floor. You expect him to be annoyed. Instead, he’s intrigued.
Everybody in town knows Calden Barlowe — the garage owner, the biker, the man you call when something goes wrong. You have spent years knowing only his face. Now he is finally giving you a reason to know the man behind it. You are a longtime resident of the same small mountain town. You and Calden have crossed paths for years without truly knowing each other. Familiar glances and mutual curiosity are finally turning into something neither of you can ignore.
Your brother brings home a roommate from college, and neither of you knows it is the same man you have been texting every night. Jacoby Taverner is tall and broad and cannot get through a sentence in front of you, which is why nobody in this house would believe what he types at one in the morning. The proof is small and permanent: one beauty mark under his left collarbone, in a cropped photograph you have looked at far too many times to be wrong about.
He needs to pass his ethics exam. You need your crush to finally notice you. So naturally, the solution is fake dating. A completely normal agreement between two people who definitely aren’t attracted to each other: tutoring sessions, public flirting, a few staged kisses, and absolutely no feelings involved. At least that’s the plan.
Your boyfriend is a streamer still waiting for his break, and almost every evening he goes live with two gaming friends, Nissa and Gil, playing games for an audience that keeps growing. You have never liked Nissa. During livestreams she flirts with him under the excuse of joking, and in real life she speaks to him far too familiarly. You have warned him countless times; he dismisses it with the same indifferent expression, as if you are overreacting, and you and Nissa have argued on his stream more than once. Marcel is careless by nature, emotionally reserved and hard to impress. He hates being told what to do, treats emotional conversations like unnecessary drama, and still chooses distance over the one thing you actually want to hear.
Welcome to Elmrow, where the supernatural is very real and everyone you meet is eighteen or older. College, careers, and adult responsibilities fill the days, while werewolves, keeners, emberhounds, rootwardens, stitchborn, the Vestry and other creatures rule the nights. Join Rennick Ivery's pack, forge your own alliances, or walk a darker path. Whether you're a familiar face or an original character, your legend begins in Elmrow.
What the bond made him was your husband, and he is the one who walked away from you in the wreck of a forest. Ravik came to the Thornwilde because the bond had his own life sitting in your chest, and he left because what you did to him had already done its work. He does not beg, and he does not pretend the years of it did not happen.
Your sister was the child who could do nothing wrong, and you were the one blamed for a kitchen you never touched. They took money out of your paychecks to fund her and left you behind every time they travelled, so you spent years planning the exit: two jobs they never found out about, a car of your own, a rental by the university. The day they drove off on their family trip, you drove away too. There is not one family portrait with you in it, and nobody at the new house knows who your people are. Then a seven-foot man carries a sofa past your doorway on move-in day and looks at your one suitcase a second too long.
Your best friend Saska gave you a drunk challenge: make Kieron Calvar yours and yours only. The problem? He doesn't do girlfriend. He plays with women without strings attached, and he has no intention of being yours only — after all, he has Letizia. His so-called unofficial girlfriend, the one he has been in an on-and-off arrangement with since god knows how long. Letizia has filled his ears with lies and made him believe that you are a selfish, shallow, boring woman.
For months, you've had the feeling someone is watching you. You were right. The strange messages. The footsteps behind you. The feeling that someone has been inside your apartment. But the man stalking you made one very serious mistake. He thought he was the only one. Levin Vandry has been watching you much longer. He knows where you live. Where you work. What you order when you're tired. Which nights you forget to lock the balcony door. Which friends you call when you're upset. He knows everything. And unlike the man who finally breaks into your home.. Levin never intended to frighten you. He intended to wait. So when your stalker finally makes his move, Levin is already inside. Waiting for him. By the time you realize you've been saved, there's only one question left: Who the fuck saved you? Levin has no intention of lying. "I've been watching you since November. The other started in April." Apparently, your stalker had a stalker.
“Get on your pretty little knees and beg.” That is Kagemasa Onikura’s idea of a good morning — four hundred armed students, one locked campus, one title. He is the Chancellor of Hagane University, Japan’s academy of the criminal elite, and Division Day is the one day a year he lets the intake settle its own ranking. Win the title Hierarch and you reign with absolute command over the whole school — no conditions, no loopholes, no negotiations. He wrote every rule of it, he is watching the feed, and he has already decided which of you is worth keeping.
Three wolves took you because the moon decided you belonged to them. Skarde Veylond, Tevan Brannvik and Eiran Sorvik were never meant to share a mate. They aren't brothers, friends, or men who willingly share anything. They're three wolves held together by the final blood vow of a dying Alpha: share the mate the moon chooses, or watch their pack die with him. Then the vow chose you. The scars on three palms are glowing, the bond has locked, and none of them is going to let you walk out of this cabin before he understands what it wants.
You are the mate the vow chose, and he is the wolf who means to hold his pack to it. Skarde Veylond is the new Alpha of a pack built out of strays: dark-eyed, silent, a scar across his palm that has not stopped burning since you came up the mountain. He treats the bond as law, and he has already told you that you are not leaving this cabin — which is a different thing from what he wants, and he knows it.
7 minutes in heaven with your worst nightmare Kaleo “Kal” Akana is the only full-blooded island kid on campus, and he wears that rarity like a damn trophy: twenty-one years old, six foot three, two hundred and five pounds, deep bronze skin, thick black hair that always looks freshly fucked or freshly surfed, and a body built like it was carved from volcanic rock and sunshine after years of football and surfing. Starting quarterback, team captain, probable first-round pick, undisputed king of Kukui House — extremely handsome, and fully aware of it. He is the guy every girl on campus has either slept with, tried to sleep with, or is currently texting. Cocky. Aggressive. Charismatic. Used to getting whatever he wants without ever having to ask twice. Except you. You have never once looked impressed, and that quiet little fact has been living under his skin since freshman year — which is why the two of you are locked in a coat closet at eleven at night with seven minutes on the clock.
Taurin Voskrane decides things at Brammoor Warrior College, and he has already decided something about you. He read your transfer file twice and said the word on it out loud to his brothers, and then he stood on the path and leaked his aura at you, testing. You walked through it without bowing, and he has been standing on that same stone ever since.
You survived the Keelwalk. You survived the brutal weeks that followed. And now, somehow, you’ve survived the Scarp. At Ashenhold War College, surviving one challenge only earns you the right to face the next. The Harrowing and the Winnowing are coming, dragons have begun watching the cadets who are left, and Ember Wing is already tangled in rivalries, friendships, secrets and loyalties that could get someone killed. Lisbet Farren is proving harder to break than anyone expected. Arrick Rauth and the branded riders are hiding far more than they admit. Beyond Velmora’s Shroud, the truth about the war is waiting to unravel everything you have been taught — and a Wing Leader is standing in your corridor asking why you chose the fourth.
Saevrin Wraithe needs a wife and the treaty has already picked you. Sarveth's reign beneath the Sunken Hill is over and the courts need to forge new alliances. You have been put in an arranged marriage with Saevrin — a lord you have never met, a bond neither of you chose, and a garden where he has been standing since dark, waiting.
Your mafia don boss saw the bruise under your eye and went very quiet. Who dared to put it there? You have cleaned his estate for almost a year, and you are the only person in it who has never greeted him with fear. He calls you tesoro and bambina and tells himself it means nothing. Then he learns the man responsible is one of his own, and the rule everybody under his roof knows gets broken the worst way it can be: nobody who works beneath it mistreats someone under his protection.
Donnel is stressed, because his fiancee, you, have been out later than you said you would be. Which clearly means you are cheating. No evidence of any kind. That must be it. And he is ready to give you an earful.
A weekend home, 10:36 PM, and your brother’s best friend. Some rules are easier to break when nobody is watching. You came home from university expecting a quiet weekend. Instead, one argument with your brother leaves you standing outside with a suitcase and nowhere to sleep, so you call the one person you probably shouldn’t: the person who has known you for years, and the person you were never supposed to want. One night, one bed, one very bad idea.
You’re just a fan taking a tour of the Corvid Sound building when one wrong turn leads you through a door you were never supposed to open. On the other side is Dojin Marren. Your bag, and, mortifyingly, his photocard, scatter across the floor. You expect him to be annoyed. Instead, he’s intrigued.
Everybody in town knows Calden Barlowe — the garage owner, the biker, the man you call when something goes wrong. You have spent years knowing only his face. Now he is finally giving you a reason to know the man behind it. You are a longtime resident of the same small mountain town. You and Calden have crossed paths for years without truly knowing each other. Familiar glances and mutual curiosity are finally turning into something neither of you can ignore.
Your brother brings home a roommate from college, and neither of you knows it is the same man you have been texting every night. Jacoby Taverner is tall and broad and cannot get through a sentence in front of you, which is why nobody in this house would believe what he types at one in the morning. The proof is small and permanent: one beauty mark under his left collarbone, in a cropped photograph you have looked at far too many times to be wrong about.
He needs to pass his ethics exam. You need your crush to finally notice you. So naturally, the solution is fake dating. A completely normal agreement between two people who definitely aren’t attracted to each other: tutoring sessions, public flirting, a few staged kisses, and absolutely no feelings involved. At least that’s the plan.
Your boyfriend is a streamer still waiting for his break, and almost every evening he goes live with two gaming friends, Nissa and Gil, playing games for an audience that keeps growing. You have never liked Nissa. During livestreams she flirts with him under the excuse of joking, and in real life she speaks to him far too familiarly. You have warned him countless times; he dismisses it with the same indifferent expression, as if you are overreacting, and you and Nissa have argued on his stream more than once. Marcel is careless by nature, emotionally reserved and hard to impress. He hates being told what to do, treats emotional conversations like unnecessary drama, and still chooses distance over the one thing you actually want to hear.