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It's been over two years, and I still have no clue why Rhys stopped talking to me. Suddenly, he pretended I didn't exist. He was cold, leaving the room every time I'd enter. Truths became nothing but lies I'd been told. My life was a web of secrets spun by everyone I trusted, including him. Until the night Rhys came clean. He wasn't who I was made to believe. And neither was I.

It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl.

Thirty years ago, the world as we know it was lost. Now humans live like rats, desperate for food and safety, the wall towering before us as a mocking reminder of what happened… A wall I find myself running to for refuge. I've spent my whole life uncovering the truth, telling the world the reality behind the stories that they watch. I'm the one on their screens, the adrenaline junkie, the mayor's perfect daughter. Until one day, I pick up the wrong story. With no other choice, I run and hide in the one place I will be safe from those hunting me—the wall.

They call them the Court, an elite boys club who rule Windsor Preparatory Academy like gods among men. And, of course, they're led by Hercules himself. Royal Prinze—yes, that's actually his name—walks around both the school and the town like he owns them. His affiliation to the prestigious Court only gives him more clout. These boys do anything they want. They take anything they want, and they f--k anything they want...in that order. Then there's me.

Emmie just wants to get as far away from her psychic past as possible. Who can blame her? Seeing dead children isn’t a “gift." It's heartbreaking terror. But once she loses her job in the big city, there’s only one place for her to go: back into the heart of her trauma and fears. Her childhood home. Hanging House. Determined to make the best of her new life, she soon realizes she can’t outrun the ghosts of her past. She needs to face and conquer the looming darkness, or she won’t get out alive.

Staying away from my lakeside hometown was the plan, but Mom died suddenly. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient Native American graves in our backyard. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. As we made preparations for her burial, unnervingly odd and beautiful newcomers poured into my small town. A coroner with emerald eyes and black hair, much too young for the job. An arrogant blond socialite, who lived to get under my skin. And a tattooed Native man, who wasn’t supposed to be alive.

He stole my first kiss in the dark. The shadows welcoming him like a lover's touch. Every night since, the dark brings him back to me. He's my demon, my nightmare, and my dream all rolled up into one. He tells me I'm his but during the day I cannot find him. Until my demon has no choice but to come for me, to save me, to rescue me from the tower I am locked away in. But does my black-eyed demon just wish to free me of those chains to fit his own? Or am I strong enough to break their lock and find the man underneath?

All my life I’d been nothing more than the alpha’s daughter. After twenty-two years of that existence, I finally leave my pack, intent to figure out who I am. Except a week into my newfound freedom, I discover that dragon shifters exist. Not only that, but the first one I stumble upon turns out to be my mate. One I don’t want and never asked for. It’s not like Cillian is bad on the eyes or that I’m repulsed by his grumpy demeanor. In fact, everything about him is rather…appealing. He just wasn’t part of the plan.

Everyone fears them. Except for me. The kings who rule Grove Academy don't scare me, not with their gentle touches, sweet words, and smiles reserved only for me. But maybe... Maybe I should be scared.

Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god. Now, say your prayers at the door, pet, because this is my senior year, my school, my world.

They call them the Court, an elite boys club who rule Windsor Preparatory Academy like gods among men. And, of course, they're led by Hercules himself. Royal Prinze - yes, that's actually his name - walks around both the school and the town like he owns them. His affiliation to the prestigious Court only gives him more clout. These boys do anything they want. They take anything they want, and they f--k anything they want...in that order. Then there's me.

It’s spring semester, my last at the Asylum. Hydrotherapy. Electroshock. I’ve tried all the fringe methods. Still, they call me a sadist, a sicko, deranged. In here, though, I am lord. I found the new girl on her knees in the campus chapel. She must not have heard. Salvation is dead. Kneel before me, sweetheart.

Less than 24 hours ago, I'd stood right here, wearing that dress, telling a boy I loved him. Oh, how the mighty fell. They betrayed me. Three boys I thought I knew. Leaving me with the one I thought I hated most. It was him who carried my broken, beaten body. Him who cleaned my wounds and held me tight. The prince to my princess.

The body count is rising in Maywood Heights, and Royal seems determined to add to that number. He wants to take out those who hurt Paige - and I'm determined to stand by him, Knight, Jax, and LJ, to do what needs to be done. My sister will get justice in this town. She deserves it....I just hope the ultimate price in the end isn't our souls.

My sister is gone, and no one seems to really give a sh*t about that but me. Everyone's made things about them, her memory only that, and I'm left to sort through all my own pieces. I'm alone in all this, and the dangerous boy with the green eyes ultimately leaves me too. I didn't know him like I thought I did.

I might technically be a fae princess, but my story is no fairytale. Being told that I'm not exactly human wasn't easy to accept. Neither was spending the last year training for what was to come on my 19th birthday, but I did it anyway. Feeling certain I'm ready for my new life, I soon realize nothing could have prepared me for the reality of it. Turns out I'm the first descendant in decades to be born from two royal fae lines, but being special isn't always a good thing. All that training I did? Not so helpful when I find out a dark fae is looking to settle an old score.

From the creators of the number one best seller The Box Under the Bed horror anthology and its number one best seller sequel Dark Visions comes Nightmareland: a horror anthology with 23 stories from 14 authors. A high school girl with something to prove to herself, and possibly to her parents, goes to a rundown shack deep in the woods to try a new drug that will give her the worst nightmares of her young life. A "Nightmareland" injection opens a person's biggest fears to them - and then you are on your own for however long it lasts.

Bianca is moving fast through the ranks. Maybe too fast. Her body is changing, and she fears what she might become. The power that courses through her veins is sweet and tempting.

Trusting family should be easy, but with an entire realm at risk of destruction, the task isn’t that simple. We only have days to find the solution we need to end Knox once and for all. And when the path leads us back to Earth, we have no idea what to expect.

I risked everything to keep my best friend alive and now…I’ve not only lost my fated mate, but I’ve willingly become a prisoner. Shrouded in darkness and isolated from the world, I have all the time to consider my next moves. Yet, there are only two things I can focus on… Getting back to Cillian and making sure that at some point soon, Knox ceases to exist. Whether that’s by my hand or someone’s else’s, I don’t care. It just needs to be done.