LOGINThea Davis just wanted one normal day. Unfortunately, she’s a witch whose magic is allergic to the concept of “calm.” After accidentally unleashing a surge that cracks open the veil between worlds, Thea discovers she’s not just a witch — she’s a walking, talking magical disaster… and the dead won’t stop whispering about it. Literally. To make matters worse, Dylan — a broody, too-handsome shifter — gets magically fused. Now he’s glowing, growling, and deeply concerned about her well-being, which is rude because she didn’t ask for a guardian with cheekbones sharp enough to commit crimes. The High Council wants Thea locked up. Her mother wants her silenced. The dead want her to “rise.” Dylan wants her safe — even if it kills him. And Thea? She just wants everyone to stop calling her a sacrifice long enough for her to figure out how not to blow up the world. Mystery, werewolves, vampires, magic, romance, sarcasm, and political disaster — this coven has it all.
View MoreBang-bang-BANG. “Thea! Dylan?! Open this door!”Dylan’s eyes opened at the same time mine did. I snuggled in closer. “It's just Niklaus.”Dylan groaned into my shoulder. “Can we pretend we didn’t hear?”Bang-BANG. BANG-BANG. “This is an emergency!”Dylan closed his eyes and muttered, “He sounds fine to me.”I rolled out of bed, pulling on an abandoned pair of pants and one of Dylan’s shirts—long enough to count as a dress—and shuffled to the door.Before I even touched it, Niklaus bellowed, “If you do not open this door right now, I will—”He froze mid-threat. The knocking had barely stopped reverberating when I opened the door. Behind him stood the former ghost-turned-very-real immortal… looking thrilled. Niklaus practically shoved the immortal inside like he was returning a faulty product.“Take him back,” Niklaus snapped.The immortal beamed at me. “Good morning, mommy dearest.”Dylan appeared behind me, shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess, eyes soft and decidedly just-woke-up-next-to
The first thing I felt was Dylan's warmth. His body pressed against mine, solid and slow-breathing, one arm loosely caged around my waist like he’d fallen asleep guarding me even in his dreams. My right leg was thrown carelessly across his hips, hooking him closer in my sleep. My left cheek rested against his chest, and the steady thump-thump underneath my ear might’ve been the most soothing sound I'd ever hear.I didn’t move at first-didn’t breathe too deeply- because I didn’t want to break whatever spell had settled over us during the night. His fingers were curled in the hem of my shirt — not gripping, just holding, as if he’d anchored himself to me on instinct. His pinkie lay on the small of my exposed back like a secret caress.I smiled. It was small and sleepy and entirely involuntary. I shifted just enough to look up at his face.He was already awake. His eyes were open, soft, blue-gold in the morning sunlight, watching me with a tenderness so unguarded it made my chest ache. H
The air was still buzzing with residual fate-magic, death-magic, and the general emotional hangover of watching a magical-immortal 'son' become real and immediately flirt with a centuries-old vampire in a vest.Everyone was still staring at Niklaus and his not-ghost mate as if they’d just watched the world crack open in a soap opera plot twist. Which… was fair.Until Darcy cleared her throat with all the gravitas of someone about to derail the universe. “Okay,” she announced, pushing her scarf back into place with the weary dignity of a woman who had truly seen too much today, “I have a startlingly important question that absolutely cannot wait.”Dylan blinked. “…Seriously?”Darcy threw her hands up. “I need to know! I have color-coded charts. I have a planner. I have trauma! I deserve answers. Can we finally be done with the damn rituals? I'm soooo over this week.”Silence. Even the newly-real immortal paused in his shameless ogling of Niklaus, which amounted to temporarily leaning a
The Gate was still open. The ghost-man hovered in front of it, translucent and flickering like a candle caught between two winds—one pulling forward, one backward.Dylan slammed against the barrier protecting my friends for the tenth time.“Let me out!”The ghost glanced at him. "You can’t stop with what’s coming. You’ll only ruin my dramatic entrance, and, of course, mommy dearest's rightfully deserved revenge arc.”Tonya pinched the bridge of her nose. “He really is Thea’s offspring.”Darcy nodded. “I’ve never been more afraid in my life.”Niklaus still couldn’t breathe. He stood frozen, silver eyes wide as the ghost’s gaze lingered on him like gravity itself was holding him in place, but the moment shattered.Because the forest suddenly screamed a high, keening wail that rippled through the branches, leaves, and roots—like the Grove itself had sensed something wrong inside its borders. It had. More than thirty High Council witches tried to storm into the clearing behind the willow.






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