Brand New Release
“Your magicae has fully awakened, Elzora.”
With my magicae unleashed, I should be in the perfect position to harness the powers of a soul witch.
My primordium is stronger than ever, and at Necos’s castle, I’m finally safe—free to explore the true depths of my
abilities without fear of exposure.
But not everything is as it seems within these walls.
The tension between my men is growing by the day.
There are no more secrets, no more lies between us,
yet the hatred between them only intensifies.
How can I enjoy our bond when their fighting tears my
soul apart? And for a soul witch... disharmony is deadly.
As the rebels begin to learn who I truly am, they’re eager
to pull me and my soul connections into their plans. Meanwhile, King Etonik is tightening his grip,
seeking to exploit my powers for his own gain.
I refuse to be anyone’s pawn.
But when the stakes are survival,
how do you fight for your freedom when you're
not even sure who you can trust?
Want More Why Choose?
Filthy, ruined, and left for dead.
What a perfect birthday gift...
Four powerful, mythical men want to claim me as theirs:
a sweet but possessive light pegasus, a reclusive and scarred bear shifter, a deadly, twisted dark pegasus, and an unhinged imp shifter with a soul as fractured as mine.
They’re everywhere I turn—wanting me, loving me,
protecting me—no matter how hard I push them away.
But they don’t understand that I can never be theirs.
That I can’t accept our bond, that I can’t accept them.
The night my father orchestrated my so-called “initiation,” something inside me broke. A part of me that can never be mended, no matter how much they try.
I can’t acknowledge our mate bond because I can’t bear to
be touched. My choice was taken from me, leaving me broken and shattered, a shell of who I once was. And in my struggle
to reclaim my life, the only way I know to protect myself is
to retreat. But when a stalker starts leaving a trail of blood
in my name, I’m forced out of hiding and into their arms.
My mates want me whole.
They can’t accept the pieces I offer—not forever.
It feels easier just to let the darkness consume me.