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Welcome to Fortune Academy Underworld, a place where supernaturals can feel at home. And now I know exactly what the hell I am. I’m a tribrid. Part succubus, part demonspawn, and part angel. I earned my wings when I made the ultimate sacrifice for my mates by dying for them. Now, I’m reborn as the princess of Hell. Too bad that doesn’t exempt me from my classes.

My one piece of advice: Never kiss a stranger. See, I kind of kissed this sexy man at the bar on a dare once, and it turns out he’s a Royal Fae destined to be my mate. Now I’ve been dragged to the Elemental Fae Academy to control the powers I unlocked that night. So kissing? Yeah, that won’t happen again. Nope.

The Royal Water Fae I’m in love with just hired me to be his intern. Oh. My. Fae. I only applied for the job because of a dare, and now I’m packing my bags for the North Pole. No big deal. I can totally be professional. I haven’t seen him since the Academy anyway. Maybe he’s gotten fat from all the Winter Fae sweets Except, no. Kalt hasn’t gotten fat at all. He’s still perfectly chiseled and even more gorgeous than I remember. And worse? He has two equally hot friends. A royal elf named Lark. And a sexy-as-sin selkie named Norden.

So, I have a third mate. No big deal. Except Auric punched my royal—descended from gods—betrothed right in the face. Novak has murder in his eyes, more so than usual. And my body is screaming at me to take all three males and teach them who’s in charge here. Because I believe the truth now. I’m a Noir royal descended from the gods themselves and destined to fix the history my fake-father forged: the one where black-winged angels were the result of sin and scandal instead of the truth.

After years of adoration and love—and lots of intimacy—my guys have a special holiday request. A little fae baby. Like a fool, I agree, but there’s no way I can choose who gets to be the father. So, my guys have come up with a solution. A series of trials will determine who’ll do the deed; namely, one in the bedroom that has me questioning if my lady parts are really up for this. Right now? Yeah, I can’t feel my legs.

Royal Coronations. Finals. A Solstice Ball. And a mother hellbent on ruining the fae world. Just another ordinary day for me, Claire Summers, the halfling fae with access to all five elements. Everyone is counting on me, even my esteemed mentor, Elana. Because I’m the only one with enough power to take my mother down. But what if it’s all a lie? What if the bad guy I’ve been chasing all along is the one standing right by my side? I’m in for the fight of my life with five fae protectors and an ally I never saw coming.

I found my five virtues...but they didn’t want to be found. Talk about reluctant. My five virtues all need to be taught a lesson, even Kaito, my mentor who thinks he knows everything - FYI, he doesn’t. Hendrik, a dark mage who thinks he’s still pulling the strings. Logan, a wolf shifter who hasn’t caught on that I’m really his alpha. Dante, a brutal hunter who doesn’t realize he’s the one being hunted. Orion, a playboy demigod who hates that all he wants now is me - and no one else. He’ll be the hardest of all to break.

I’m a Fortune Fae — I see the future. But I didn’t see this coming. My Alpha will stop at nothing to possess me until he drags me all the way to Fortune Fae Academy to join the other wide-eyed Omegas-in-training. He believes I’m strong enough to survive — and I hope he’s right. He also believes I’ll kneel at his feet. He couldn’t be more wrong about that. I don’t need three broody Betas and an asshat Alpha telling me what to do. I’m going to keep running until he realizes he’s chasing the wrong girl.

Welcome to Fortune Academy, a school where supernaturals can feel at home — except, I have no idea what the hell I am. The last thing I remember is arriving at the massive gates with a Bounty Hunter staring me down. I have a feeling he was supposed to take me to the monster holding arena to fight and die. Instead, I'm Fortune Academy's newest student.

I'm a Fate witch, which qualifies me to become queen of the Royal Covens, assuming I can survive the final trial. Sarina's dying breath took all of the men in my bond and cast them beyond time and space, trapping them in alternate worlds that only my power can cross. Their fate is in my hands, and I'll have to tap into my power now more than ever to get them back into my arms where they belong.

My Alpha captured me…and now I can’t remember why I ran from him in the first place. Literally. My memory has been fractured and tossed into the Web. My mission is to reclaim who I used to be. My Alpha? He has other plans. It’s a race to gather the lost fragments of my soul tossed into the fabric of space and time. He broke me. Now he wants to put me back together how he sees fit. All the while forcing me to take horrendous obedience classes at Fortune Fae Academy like I’m some sort of pet to be trained.

“Are you feeling sorry for yourself again?” a male voice teased, filtering into the room as the Dark Mage walked right past my wards. “Go away, Hendrik,” I growled. Hendrik stepped out of the shadows as he peeled off his coat. “I could use another session,” he said, grinning as he gave the offer to spar a double-meaning. “Last time was a mistake,” I snapped as I went back to the vampire stake I was working on. I sliced my dagger over the tip, sending a tendril of wood falling to the ground. “We’re just being influenced by the demon.”

My worst nightmare has come true. I'm not the Champion of Calamity. I'm the Conduit. The bad guy.

The worst has happened. Kaito says this can be fixed. But I don't know if I have any fight left in me anymore. For their sake, I better get my shit together. We've come this far, and my Virtues and I have been through life and death together. Nothing has changed. Nothing except Lucifer coming down on me with his fallen angel army. My Virtues who are still on earth are forced to bend to his control. And now the next Echo of Calamity is on its way, overlapping with a mission that I've yet to fulfill.

I’m a reincarnated fate witch and rightful queen of the Royal Covens. None of that is why I’m going to get out of this, though. I’m a mortal-born witch in this lifetime, which means I’m scrappy as hell. I’ll use my strengths against their pride and get the Royal Covens to turn on each other. While they’re cat-fighting it out, I’ll use the opportunity to work together with my guys and make an epic escape.

I've taken everything from the wolves. Their magic. Their pride. Their alphas. But now I wish I could give it all back. Fulfilling my role as the Moon Guardian has brought a new force to this world, one that might even be worse than the wolves.

I've found my third, and he's definitely the sin of anger. Jet has some damn rage problems, but I guess that's to be expected from a dragon shifter. Am I ready to play with fire? You bet your ass I am. Derek, one of my sins, is making good work on stirring the pot. He's trying to rip open a hole to hell and he's gotten Luke on a leash to do just that. Don't worry, I have a plan. I just hope it doesn't get everybody killed.

My fourth is a freaking vampire? Xavier is cocky, overzealous, and way too hot for his own good. He’s just what I need to stop my nightmares from coming to fruition, except he's telling me that I'm not supposed to stop the future from happening. I'm supposed to fulfill a dark prophecy. One where I'm the Queen of Hell, turned into a vampire, and I save hell itself from being destroyed.

A strange symbol. Supernatural events. Portals to parallel worlds. Strange things are afoot in coastal New England. A group of extraordinary writers gathered in Salem, Massachusetts, at the legendary Hawthorne Hotel to collaborate on an eerie anthology for the Witches of Salem writers’ retreat hosted by J. Thorn and Zach Bohannon. These talented writers wrote a collection of short stories in a cocreated world that will satisfy even the most hardcore dark fantasy and speculative fiction listeners. Curse of the Spiral is a new paranormal dark fantasy anthology.