The Viridian Priestess

I'm Medra Pendragon—last of the dragon riders, or so they tell me. Funny thing is, there are no dragons left. Not a single one. But somehow, that hasn't stopped the vampires from deciding I'm worth capturing. Now, I'm stuck at Bloodwing Academy, where the highbloods run everything, and blightborn like me? We're just blood in their veins, pawns in their games.

When a mysterious man known only as The Stranger promises to return Kaid to her, Sellah is tasked with finding each one of her love's scattered bones, his severed body hidden in the darkest corners of the realm. The quest is an impossible task, yet she must make the dangerous journey alone using only her faith and fight. But the tasks at hand are brutal. They're battles not easily won.

For years, I have been living in secret, in a safe haven called Eridian for wolves and others alike inside The Deadlands. Hiding from the Highers' laws and the eyes of the Elites, the Highers' weapon, I make sure we survive the best we can while we live our simple lives. When we collected a female in need to bring her back to Eridian, it was supposed to go as planned, like any other time. And it did until a letter changed it all. As Alpha of Eridian, I have to keep our home a secret and my pack safe at any cost. Even if the cost is me.

Long ago, Requiem was plagued by war and abandoned by the gods but Death saved the suffering people, giving each soul a hundred years of immortality. With that grace, he also sent two Maidens. One of Life, for healing and comfort, and one of Death, the only person in the world with the ability to kill. Generations later, the Life Maiden is missing and Princess Deyanira is nothing more than a trained weapon. A hunter. A murderer wrenched into Death's dark court to have the name of her next victim seared onto her palm.

When Pestilence comes for Sara Burn’s town, one thing is certain: everyone she knows and loves is marked for death. Unless, of course, the angelic-looking horseman is stopped, which is exactly what Sara has in mind when she shoots the unholy beast off his steed. Too bad no one told her Pestilence can’t be killed. Now the horseman, very much alive and very pissed off, has taken her prisoner, and he’s eager to make her suffer. Only, the longer she’s with him, the more uncertain she is about his true feelings towards her, and hers towards him.