The Witchblood Legacy

When vampire heiress Poppy Villalobos entered my store looking for help, my life became intertwined with the Villalobos mafia in a way I could have never expected. With a killer on the loose and a mysterious man haunting my every move, the Villalobos men insert themselves into my life as my protectors. Now, a demon, angel, werewolf, fae prince, and vampire mafia boss are glued to my side, and it sounds more like a terrible joke than the reality of my life. These sexy-as-sin men may be the face of a mafia family, but the way they look at me leaves me wondering if they truly can be redeemed.

I thought I could outrun my past, but some truths are impossible to escape. For years, I've hidden from the shadows that haunt me, but fate has a way of catching up. Now, my world has unraveled, and the secrets I've uncovered are forcing me to confront the person I was always meant to be. A witch. A Keeper. A woman with five fated mates I never expected to find.

I always believed in fate. But I never expected fate to come in the form of four archangels, watching me from the shadows, guarding me from threats I didn't even know existed. Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Michael. Warriors. Protectors. Divine beings who had no business being in my world. And yet, they whispered of bloodlines long buried, of ancient power hidden within me, power that made me a target. A force that, if awakened, could change everything. They were meant to watch me, nothing more. But the longer we fought against what pulled us together, the harder it became to resist.

For as long as I can remember, I've felt its whispers beneath my skin, pulling me toward something I can't name. But I never expected the sea to answer back until the day I found the ruins. Until the day they came for me.

They say I'm the key to everything, the Aether Gate, the end of the world, the beginning of something new. But I don't remember any of it. Not the power I once held. Not the men fate bound me to across lifetimes. Not why the Luminous are hunting me like I already belong to them. All I have are fractured memories, a broken past, and four dangerous warriors who claim to be mine. Death, War, Famine, and Pestilence—the Horsemen who burn for me, bleed for me, and would tear the world apart to protect me.