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The Crocodile, the Devourer of Men, has devoured something he shouldn’t: a Myth Maker Witch. Now, with the witch’s dark power swirling inside of him, he’s losing control of his monster and quickly making his way through my ship and my crew. It’s only me and Wendy Darling who can pull him back. But even we know time is running out.

I spent most of my life feeling dead inside—until I met Peter Pan and the Lost Boys. It wasn't until Pan and Neverland that I finally felt alive. But things are not all full of magic and sunlight on the island. There's something darker and more sinister haunting the forest. And worse, the fae queen and Captain Hook are ready to fight for control of Neverland and they will stop at nothing to get what they want. War is brewing—can the Never King get his shadow back and assume his rightful throne? Or will all of Neverland be in jeopardy along with my dark, twisted heart?

I thought Peter Pan was a myth and Neverland a fairy tale. A story spun by my mother who had lost her mind a long time ago. But there was no denying the overwhelming shadow cast by Peter Pan when he was standing in my house.

The Dark One has finally accepted me...just in time for everything to change. Because Vane’s brother, the Crocodile, has just arrived on Neverland soil, and he’s not alone. He’s brought with him members of the royal Darkland family, and they want Vane’s Death Shadow back at any cost. Of course, Peter Pan, Vane, Kas, and Bash, they’re all familiar with war. But war isn’t easy when love is on the line.

It used to be that the president was the most powerful person in the country. That all changed when Wrath came to our world. He’s more powerful than anything we’ve ever faced. Now there are websites dedicated to worshipping him. Countless internet memes about how ridiculously gorgeous he is. And yeah, I can admit he’s fine as hell. But he’s a villain to end all villains. There’s no way I’m falling prey to that.

The stories were all wrong—Hook was never the villain. For two centuries, all of the Darling women have disappeared on their 18th birthday. Sometimes they’re gone for only a day, some a week or a month. But they always return broken. Now, on the afternoon of my 18th birthday, my mother is running around the house making sure all the windows are barred and the doors locked. But it’s pointless. Because when night falls, he comes for me. And this time, the Never King and the Lost Boys aren’t willing to let me go.

I have few friends and fewer allies. What I do have on the island of Everland is a lot of people who want me gone. So when the Crocodile and Captain Hook reappear in my life, I am in no mood. And worse, they’re unknowingly endangering themselves by asking for me by a name I long considered dead. Now, not only do I have to save myself, I have to save the two men who I swore I would murder with my bare hands if I ever set eyes on them again considering they abandoned me.

Da duecento anni ogni donna Darling sparisce il giorno del suo diciottesimo compleanno. Alcune stanno via un giorno, altre una settimana o un mese. Ma tornano sempre distrutte. Oggi compio diciotto anni e la mamma si sta affannando a sbarrare porte e finestre. Non servirà a niente. Perché non appena scenderà la notte, lui verrà per me. E, questa volta, Peter Pan e i Ragazzi Sperduti non mi lasceranno più andare.

One of the scariest vampires in Midnight Harbor loves me. I'm not sure if that's a good or bad thing, but I'm not going to look too closely at it. Not when secrets are coming out about my past and a rival vampire is hellbent on not only possessing me, but my sister too. If I want to survive the secrets and plotting, I'm going to need Bran Duval by my side. Having him in my bed is just a bonus.

I’ve been locked in the Demon King’s castle for weeks. But when he shows up in my cell, a little drunk and still angry, he ends my punishment in the most wicked of ways. But in the daylight, we still have our problems to face. Chaos wants one thing: the Demon King’s power, a power that I possess. Everyone wants to use me to destroy the Demon King, but Wrath and I have always had a push-pull relationship, and now I’m worried that if we can’t find common ground, our enemies will be the least of our worries. We might just destroy ourselves.

It used to be that the president was the most powerful person in the country. That all changed when Wrath crossed over to our world. Nothing could stop him. Nothing can kill him. Eventually we all bowed at his altar. Now there are websites dedicated to worshipping him. Countless internet memes about how ridiculously gorgeous he is. And yeah, I can admit he’s fine as hell. But he’s a villain to end all villains. There’s no way I’m falling prey to that. That is until I accidentally cross paths with the Demon King. Except when Wrath turns his dark power on me...it doesn’t work.

I finally know the truth of my identity: I am not human. And it’s time I stop pretending that I am. If only I could control these rare, unique powers long enough to defeat my enemies. Because the fae gate is now open and the entire fae realm thinks I’m the villain.

It's near impossible to ignore my vampire neighbor, Bran Duval, when he has a habit of shucking off his clothes while the blinds are up. He's playing games with me, but I don't mind a challenge. Only problem is, I'm supposed to pledge myself to a rival vampire family and now all I can think about is Bran Duval, black sheep of the Duval vampire family, and the wicked things he's promising to do to me in the dark.

Apparently I possess part of the Demon King’s lost power and now he wants it back. He’s willing to do anything for it...including seducing me. The entire world wants a piece of Wrath and I’m the one who gets him every night in my bed. I shouldn’t want him as badly as I do, but being around him is...consuming. And I think he feels it, too. As much as the Demon King wants to pretend it’s only about power, I’ve seen the way he looks at me. When we’re in the same room together, every glance is sharp enough to cut, every touch hot enough to burn.

Emery would think Rhys Roman was insane if it wasn’t for this annoying ability she’s had her entire life: she can read minds. And oddly enough, she can’t read his. Suddenly, Emery is ushered into a dark, deadly underworld of the city she loves where Rhys is reigning king. Or at least he is until the curse plaguing him and his vampires turns them all into feral bloodsuckers.

I finally know who I am, and it terrifies me. Worse, I think it also terrifies my hot vampire boyfriend, Bran Duval. Can we get past the latest revelations about my origins and newfound power? Will Bran ever look at me the same way again? We have to figure things out if we’re to defeat the enemy that’s coming. Because they're closer than we think.

Dorothy Gale doesn’t know where she came from. She has only the vaguest memory of her life before landing in the dull, gray world of the vast Kansas prairie.

Secrets are starting to come out about my past, and the only thing that feels real anymore is my annoyingly hot vampire neighbor, Bran Duval. He made me a promise to help me uncover my past, but I didn't know those promises included the heat of his touch. Bran and I don't always see eye to eye, but when we're alone together in the dark, everything feels right, even if some of the things he does to me might be so very bad. As my Pledge draws nearer, and more secrets come out, I can't help but wonder: Who am I? Or better yet, what am I?

Die meiste Zeit meines Lebens fühlte ich mich innerlich tot – bis ich Peter Pan und die Verlorenen Jungs traf. Erst mit Pan und Nimmerland fühlte ich mich endlich lebendig. Aber nicht alles auf der Insel ist voller Magie und Sonnenschein. Im Wald lauert etwas Dunkles und Unheimliches. Die Feenkönigin und Captain Hook rüsten sich zum Kampf um Nimmerland, und sie werden vor nichts zurückschrecken, um zu bekommen, was sie wollen. Der Krieg steht kurz bevor – kann der Nimmerkönig seinen Schatten zurückerobern und seinen rechtmäßigen Thron besteigen? Und wenn ja, wie passe ich noch in sein Leben?

Zwei Jahrhunderte lang verschwanden alle Darling-Mädchen an ihrem 18. Geburtstag. Manche für einen Tag, andere für eine Woche oder einen Monat. Aber sie kamen immer gebrochen zurück. Heute, am Nachmittag meines 18. Geburtstags, vergewissert sich meine Mutter, dass alle Fenster im Haus verriegelt und alle Türen abgeschlossen sind. Vergeblich. Sobald es dunkel wird, kommt er zu mir. Und diesmal lassen mich der Nimmerkönig und die Verlorenen Jungs nicht gehen.