For The Faeiry Absolutes
In the deep shadows of the supernatural world lies a prison whose captives are organized by supernatural race, capabilities, and destructive power. The lower the level, the more lethal — and desirable — the individual.
As a Nephilim at the Psychic Prison for Supernaturals, I'm banished to the depths of its lowest level, a hellhole from which few ever return. Captivity is no ballgame, but considering I'm the guinea pig for a psychotic doctor's research, I'd much rather remain in my cell for all eternity — just as I was sentenced to do at the age of ten.
I managed to hide for years, but fate finally caught up with me. And that's not all. If the latest lab results are to be believed, I'm more lethal than I seem at first glance, which means I'll never be free again.
Well, that's in the hands of three dangerous men, one of whom is the Faerest of them all. Alongside a banished fae king, a demigod, and an Omega Wolf, I'm destined to experience whole levels of pain in my new captivity.
Prison shouldn't stir a romantic cocktail of pleasure, pain, and hope, but here I stand, bared and ready. If I'm destined to be confined, maybe it's time I played by someone else's rules.
Time to play this game of captivity with my three faeiry absolutes.
Royal Confinement For Malicient Supernaturals
To be a shattered princess is to wear a crown of splintered hope.
To become a shattered princess is to uncover the heritage you dreamed of discovering.
To rise as a shattered princess is to choose a side: Light or Dark.
But what do you do when you were created from both?
Castalia. That's the only thing anchoring me in a dark world of manipulation and heartache. Without a family to return to or one that will adopt me, I'm racing for my life in hopes of saving the one thing that has always kept me determined to live:
My fae pixie guide, Lokisura.
When death calls, I make a choice that leads me into the depths of the Underworld. Raised by Hades, cared for by Cerberus, and aided by Lucifer, I jump at the chance to discover who I am and find the path that leads to my royal birthright.
Now I reside in a fresh, new world where money, royalty, and power determine which level of prison I’m trapped in each night. A world where my prism crown weighs as much as the shackles that cling to my wrists.
With Lokisura at my side, I'm on a mission to unlock my destiny. But will I have enough time to claim what's rightfully mine, or will it all crumble into shattered glass?
Supernatural Captivity Series
After pissing off the head of the supernatural lab, failing at befriending my fellow inmates, and pitching a temper tantrum in the underground cafeteria, it was only a matter of time before I had to do something about this whole captivity thing.
For me, Cassandra Thorn, being born as a human, raised by an elite group of supernaturals, and struggling to reach my twentieth birthday was far more fun than this.
Then again, anything would be.
In this case, "this" refers to being taken against my will—kidnapped—and trapped in an underground lab for supernatural shifters. Pretty ridiculous, considering I was a mere mortal.
Or so I was told.
Turns out there are a lot of things I was told, not all of them true. Now a family secret has been revealed and destiny is just waiting for me to fulfill it…but I was stuck in Prison Boringville with a bunch of not-so-friendly detainees.
Being a supernatural inmate isn’t my style, so with the very new powers bestowed upon me, I was getting my booty out of this hellhole. Unless Adonis the sexy incubus, Dominick the deadly fae master, Otis the death-seeking vampire, and Tristan the sly shapeshifter bust me out first.
The Supernatural Vampire Fae Chronicles
Hail Mary, Full of Grace, let your powers grant me safe haven.
Blessed is the blood that courses through my veins, from the womb of my Fae Mother and the seed of my Vampire Father.
Holy Mary, protect me, for I have two sides from which to choose. One of holy matrimony, which represents all that is perfection and grace, and one of darkness and bloodshed, wherein the pulsing desire for power outweighs the need for tranquility and equilibrium.
Let me make the right choice, for I am bound to both, but can only become one.
Please, do not forsake me.
I pray that this choice to attend Bloody Rosary Academy will unlock the secrets within the very beads of thy rosary.
I offer my body, rare blood, and magic powers to discover my true birthright and find the perpetrator behind my parents’ demise and my subsequent orphanage.
Shelter me at the hour of their death and let me the final victor.
Now, and for the next four years.