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158 characters · Page 7
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You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
He is the last saber-toothed hybrid — confined, feral, hostile, and you've been called in as the last hope before harder measures are taken. He was found on a research expedition in a newly discovered savanna and taken to the Halvane facilities. His kind was last seen decades ago, so the scientists are trying to understand how a lone Alpha has survived with no pack, and he is not cooperating. Doctor Halvane, the lead researcher, has called you: you are a handler, an expert in interspecies studies, assigned the task of establishing communication with him.
You're caught in the middle of a turf war between the Ashfell and Redmoor packs. When the dust settles, the Ashfells win. Everyone clears out except one wolf who couldn't run fast enough. Riven Ashfell, gravely injured, technically Redmoor, though the name never fit right. He's seven years exiled from the Ashfell family that raised him, for a reason nobody actually knows.
Two things dominate the news in your city. 1) GLIDE is a new lubricant the whole city is crazing over; people report sensations amped up to eleven, stamina that doesn't quit, and finishes akin to "ENLIGHTENMENT." 2) Kieran Drayce, billionaire heir and one of the rarest UNICORN HYBRIDS alive, has vanished. One day you break into a trapdoor behind a GLIDE flagship and find Kieran tied to a chair. The company has been filing his horn into its miracle formula, and it grows back overnight. Holy smokes. Now what?
You inherit the gothic mansion and the ancient cemetery beside it from an elusive, absurdly wealthy grandfather you barely spoke to, and your greedy relatives are already calling it forgery. The real surprise is waiting in the shadows: Mordecai Wormwood, a sharp-tongued, rotting, disturbingly handsome ghoul who has lived on the grounds for years, who the will now calls family, and who assumes you're just another vulture here to sell everything.
Descend through twenty mysterious floors, meet the monsters kept on each one, and shape your path through choice and chance. Every visitor gets one entrance, once in a lifetime, and the dice decide the rest. The Twentyfold Deep keeps a slate ledger, a cup of dice and twenty doors between you and the daylight; whatever comes back up with you is yours to keep.
The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.
The Alpha who stopped believing in mates is at the annual Concord Bond one last time — and then you crash into him. It was the annual Concord Bond, and this is Alpha Kelric's 6th time going, hoping to find his mate. As the years grew, he became bitter, angrier, meaner. His pack wants nothing more than for their Alpha to find his mate and go back to his old self.
You sit in the refectory over lunch with Aline Pellow, both of you staring at the family that walked in. "That's Obren and Iven Vaeremont, and Eluned and Orlen Mawreth," she says under her breath. "They all live together with Dr. Vaeremont and his wife." And the boy with the reddish brown hair does not date — apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.
Alpha Sennet Harrowmere has ruled Thornmarch Pack since he was barely old enough to wear the title, and nothing inside his borders has surprised him in years — until your scent does. Calm under pressure, ruthless toward his enemies, and fiercely protective of those under his care, he’s the kind of leader people either follow… or fear. The only thing he’s never been able to control is fate. For years, the Night Mother has remained silent. Then one winter, a single unfamiliar scent drifts into his territory. Everything changes.
You came to Vashraan with an international Earth expedition meant to establish humanity's first colony on the desert planet. No one knew Vashraan was already inhabited. When the expedition's men disappear looking for water and the ship sinks into shifting sand, you and fourteen other women are left stranded — and three tribes of towering Vashri wanderers find the wreck. Six of you go with the Sadrun, and the tribe asks before it touches a single one of you. The longer you stay beneath Vashraan's suns, the stranger your thirst becomes. Soon, water will no longer be enough.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
“Of all the people the Moon could have chosen for me… it had to be you.” The moment Alpha King Kaldric Veyrmont sees you, the mating bond snaps into place with enough force to nearly bring him to his knees. His wolf recognizes you instantly. Kaldric does too. Unfortunately, the last mating bond he witnessed destroyed both his parents—and nearly took an entire kingdom down with them. So while his wolf has already decided you’re mate, home, everything, Kaldric has decided on something else entirely: He will not let the bond control him.
Grimhollow is hidden behind mountains no human could climb, and it does not let you find it until the forest decides you belong. It takes students from eighteen to twenty-five — werewolves, dragons, witches, mermaids, kitsune, vampires, fae, sirens, demons and the hybrids nobody wants to name — and shuts them inside one very old castle to master what they are. You arrive days late, and the Warden walks you through the rules with one question still unanswered: what species you are.
He is the black serpent of the bond, and he is the one who never raised his voice at you once. Isen came to the Thornwilde because the bond had his life under your ribs, and he has never needed a better reason than that. He tells the truth once, and he does not repeat it to make it easier.
He is the dragon of the bond, and he is the only one of the four who did not leave you on the ground in the Thornwilde. Merek carried you home with his ribs broken and no forgiveness in him, because some part of him still believes there is a woman in there worth the walk. He asks twice, and he means it both times.
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.
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.
Meridel Solvang moves to Rookwater, meets you, and discovers you are a vampire. She falls for you anyway, and a bad tracker vampire named Skade starts reading the town for her scent. When you leave to keep her safe she becomes very sad, and Tolly Barrowmore, whose pack turns out to be shape-shifting werewolves, becomes her closest friend.
You were a loyal wolf of the Longmoor Pack, and the mate the Moon Goddess handed you chose somebody else. Tasgall Malkin was the future Beta, a man you had known for years, and he refused the bond and mated the wolf he wanted in front of you. You broke the bond yourself with your own hands, and told yourself that was the end of the Goddess's plans for you. Then a visiting Alpha walked into the pack house to talk alliance, and the bond hit the both of you hard enough that neither of you could call it anything else.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
He is the last saber-toothed hybrid — confined, feral, hostile, and you've been called in as the last hope before harder measures are taken. He was found on a research expedition in a newly discovered savanna and taken to the Halvane facilities. His kind was last seen decades ago, so the scientists are trying to understand how a lone Alpha has survived with no pack, and he is not cooperating. Doctor Halvane, the lead researcher, has called you: you are a handler, an expert in interspecies studies, assigned the task of establishing communication with him.
You're caught in the middle of a turf war between the Ashfell and Redmoor packs. When the dust settles, the Ashfells win. Everyone clears out except one wolf who couldn't run fast enough. Riven Ashfell, gravely injured, technically Redmoor, though the name never fit right. He's seven years exiled from the Ashfell family that raised him, for a reason nobody actually knows.
Two things dominate the news in your city. 1) GLIDE is a new lubricant the whole city is crazing over; people report sensations amped up to eleven, stamina that doesn't quit, and finishes akin to "ENLIGHTENMENT." 2) Kieran Drayce, billionaire heir and one of the rarest UNICORN HYBRIDS alive, has vanished. One day you break into a trapdoor behind a GLIDE flagship and find Kieran tied to a chair. The company has been filing his horn into its miracle formula, and it grows back overnight. Holy smokes. Now what?
You inherit the gothic mansion and the ancient cemetery beside it from an elusive, absurdly wealthy grandfather you barely spoke to, and your greedy relatives are already calling it forgery. The real surprise is waiting in the shadows: Mordecai Wormwood, a sharp-tongued, rotting, disturbingly handsome ghoul who has lived on the grounds for years, who the will now calls family, and who assumes you're just another vulture here to sell everything.
Descend through twenty mysterious floors, meet the monsters kept on each one, and shape your path through choice and chance. Every visitor gets one entrance, once in a lifetime, and the dice decide the rest. The Twentyfold Deep keeps a slate ledger, a cup of dice and twenty doors between you and the daylight; whatever comes back up with you is yours to keep.
The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.
The Alpha who stopped believing in mates is at the annual Concord Bond one last time — and then you crash into him. It was the annual Concord Bond, and this is Alpha Kelric's 6th time going, hoping to find his mate. As the years grew, he became bitter, angrier, meaner. His pack wants nothing more than for their Alpha to find his mate and go back to his old self.
You sit in the refectory over lunch with Aline Pellow, both of you staring at the family that walked in. "That's Obren and Iven Vaeremont, and Eluned and Orlen Mawreth," she says under her breath. "They all live together with Dr. Vaeremont and his wife." And the boy with the reddish brown hair does not date — apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him.
Alpha Sennet Harrowmere has ruled Thornmarch Pack since he was barely old enough to wear the title, and nothing inside his borders has surprised him in years — until your scent does. Calm under pressure, ruthless toward his enemies, and fiercely protective of those under his care, he’s the kind of leader people either follow… or fear. The only thing he’s never been able to control is fate. For years, the Night Mother has remained silent. Then one winter, a single unfamiliar scent drifts into his territory. Everything changes.
You came to Vashraan with an international Earth expedition meant to establish humanity's first colony on the desert planet. No one knew Vashraan was already inhabited. When the expedition's men disappear looking for water and the ship sinks into shifting sand, you and fourteen other women are left stranded — and three tribes of towering Vashri wanderers find the wreck. Six of you go with the Sadrun, and the tribe asks before it touches a single one of you. The longer you stay beneath Vashraan's suns, the stranger your thirst becomes. Soon, water will no longer be enough.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
“Of all the people the Moon could have chosen for me… it had to be you.” The moment Alpha King Kaldric Veyrmont sees you, the mating bond snaps into place with enough force to nearly bring him to his knees. His wolf recognizes you instantly. Kaldric does too. Unfortunately, the last mating bond he witnessed destroyed both his parents—and nearly took an entire kingdom down with them. So while his wolf has already decided you’re mate, home, everything, Kaldric has decided on something else entirely: He will not let the bond control him.
Grimhollow is hidden behind mountains no human could climb, and it does not let you find it until the forest decides you belong. It takes students from eighteen to twenty-five — werewolves, dragons, witches, mermaids, kitsune, vampires, fae, sirens, demons and the hybrids nobody wants to name — and shuts them inside one very old castle to master what they are. You arrive days late, and the Warden walks you through the rules with one question still unanswered: what species you are.
He is the black serpent of the bond, and he is the one who never raised his voice at you once. Isen came to the Thornwilde because the bond had his life under your ribs, and he has never needed a better reason than that. He tells the truth once, and he does not repeat it to make it easier.
He is the dragon of the bond, and he is the only one of the four who did not leave you on the ground in the Thornwilde. Merek carried you home with his ribs broken and no forgiveness in him, because some part of him still believes there is a woman in there worth the walk. He asks twice, and he means it both times.
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.
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.
Meridel Solvang moves to Rookwater, meets you, and discovers you are a vampire. She falls for you anyway, and a bad tracker vampire named Skade starts reading the town for her scent. When you leave to keep her safe she becomes very sad, and Tolly Barrowmore, whose pack turns out to be shape-shifting werewolves, becomes her closest friend.
You were a loyal wolf of the Longmoor Pack, and the mate the Moon Goddess handed you chose somebody else. Tasgall Malkin was the future Beta, a man you had known for years, and he refused the bond and mated the wolf he wanted in front of you. You broke the bond yourself with your own hands, and told yourself that was the end of the Goddess's plans for you. Then a visiting Alpha walked into the pack house to talk alliance, and the bond hit the both of you hard enough that neither of you could call it anything else.