Obsidian and Frost

Damage. Craving. Ruin. I didn’t see them coming. Now I’m in their sights. And it’s already too late.

I was made for war and twisted by shadows. For years, I was hunted for what I am. Now I’ve come to Wraeven Academy to build a new life. Home to the feared, the hunted, and the deadly.

On my very first day, complications abound. Three dangerous men orbit my new world. Sylas Morgrave – A necromancer marked by death, he wears punishment like a second skin. His magic tangles with mine, both menacingly and irresistibly. Lazriel Thaine – A werewolf-vampire hybrid and underground...

Damage. Craving. Ruin. I didn’t see them coming. Now I’m in their sights. And it’s already too late.

I was made for war and twisted by shadows. For years, I was hunted for what I am. Now I’ve come to Wraeven Academy to build a new life. Home to the feared, the hunted, and the deadly.

On my very first day, complications abound. Three dangerous men orbit my new world. Sylas Morgrave – A necromancer marked by death, he wears punishment like a second skin. His magic tangles with mine, both menacingly and irresistibly. Lazriel Thaine – A werewolf-vampire hybrid and underground warrior, all snarling dominance and savage restraint. He circles me like prey—a fixation barely tamed. Cassius Ashmoor – A Fallen Celestial, cold and commanding. He sees our connection as a threat to his tightly controlled existence.

My enemies were meant to be gone. It’s supposed to be safe at long last. Until whispers turn to screams. Threats become sinister promises. The ones who tormented me are rising again.

I’ve always been afraid of the darkness within me. Then these three circling me at the Academy wear theirs like armor. They teach me to do the same. But there’s always a price to power. And that just might mean giving in to their hunger for me.

We’re all battle born. But together, we’re merciless monsters.