THE VOICES IN HER HEAD WARN HER TO STAY AWAY, BUT WHO KNEW DEATH COULD BE SO ALLURING? Ceres is the Oracle of the Gods. Since she was born, voices in her head have warned her of the future. Hers, other people’s, the world’s, whatever. So it doesn’t come as a surprise when he finds her on her thirteenth birthday, steals her away, and locks her in a golden cage so she can sing the future for him. He demands to be called Master and expects her strict obedience, claiming her visions will rescue the dying world. But fate has other plans when the apathetic God of Death discovers her. He claims everything she has been told is a lie, and ushers her away to a new form of captivity. Ceres knows she needs to escape and return to the Master, but she can’t shake the intense attraction she feels for Death. Together, they discover the destiny of the world is tied to her murky past, and only they can stop the ruin of the mortal realm. But the Oracle foresees that if their relationship goes too far it will spell his doom. Can she resist the God of Death for his own good? “Are you cold?” he asked. “No—um. I’m not allowed to be touched. I’m not used to being touched.” “Curious.” “Why?” I realized I was whispering. The air here was so still. So quiet. It felt wrong to disturb it. “Because I’m not used to wanting to touch anyone.” (Trigger warning: Attempted SA, Mention of SA)

A penchant for violence has earned Sergeant Lati Brooks a distinguished spot among the Queen’s Guard at the pinnacle of the Fae military. Only the elite reached the lofty top tier, and she was content to live out her life doing what she did best. Murder, with a smile on her face. Recently, the human world had fallen over a precipice into despair, a nameless contagious disease turning them into undead monsters. She spent most of her time with her unit, disposing of the reeking creatures whenever they leaked over the border into the supernatural realm. Kill. Sleep. Repeat. Her life was laid out neatly in front of her. Kick ass, get promoted, and live happily ever after. Alone. Because people let you down and swords don’t. Her routine was her comfort until a disgustingly attractive dark elf prince stepped out from the tree line and sent her life into a spiral with two little “It’s you.” If the idiotic prophecy he was peddling proved correct, only Lati could help him save the mortal realm. All she had to do was die. Violence, gore.

Eida Mae Edwards is a nobody; a demigoddess handmaiden to an unimportant princess who is still much more important than her. Simultaneously impulsive and indecisive, she only excels at making bad decisions and keeping her life in a constant state of chaos. Eida believes that's all she'll ever be until a diplomat in a black suit arrives in Atlantis. The son of Death is fascinated by the darkness in her soul and how it dances with the shadows in his. But, war drums beat on the horizon, and destruction eclipses the world. Eida finds herself at the center of prophecies that were uttered before she was born. Apparently, everyone is waiting for a hero... but they got her instead. As her world, and everything she loves, falls to pieces around her, Eida faces the ultimate Blossom or wither. ( Attempted sexual assault ((NEVER between the female and male protagonists)). Reference to sexual assault. Gore; violence, war violence.)