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I came to the small town of Mistwood for the quiet rain on slate roofs, a small surgery, and patients who don’t try to bleed out in my car park.
Then I find a man in the woods with a wound that should kill him—and eyes that say it won’t.
He says he’s a rebel. He has sharp edges wrapped in lazy charm. He turns up everywhere I go and calls i
I came to the small town of Mistwood for the quiet rain on slate roofs, a small surgery, and patients who don’t try to bleed out in my car park.
Then I find a man in the woods with a wound that should kill him—and eyes that say it won’t.
He says he’s a rebel. He has sharp edges wrapped in lazy charm. He turns up everywhere I go and calls it being neighbourly. I call it suspicious, as if I’m the problem and not the fact that he heals too fast and disappears every time I ask a normal question.
The night I touch him again, something inside me answers back. Warm. Certain. Hungry. Submissive.
He calls it a mate bond, but he won’t bow to pack rules, won’t play heir. I say I don’t do fate.
But as the town’s secrets start to unravel, I’m forced to consider one impossible, tempting idea. Maybe I didn’t come here to start over. Maybe I came here to wake up.
This new paranormal romance from Blake Quinn. Each book in the Mistwood Omegas series is interconnected, but about a different couple and will end in a HEA.
Monsters are my job. Rules are my religion.
As a Slayer, I’m trained to hunt what slips through the dark. I was taught to never, ever trust a god. But when an ancient power wakes and brings a wave of destruction with it, the only allies I have left are the three beings I was raised to destroy.
Dreven: the god of shadows, keeps secrets lik
Monsters are my job. Rules are my religion.
As a Slayer, I’m trained to hunt what slips through the dark. I was taught to never, ever trust a god. But when an ancient power wakes and brings a wave of destruction with it, the only allies I have left are the three beings I was raised to destroy.
Dreven: the god of shadows, keeps secrets like weapons.
Voren: the wraith king, sees every death before it happens—including mine.
Dastian: the chaos god, smiles like sin and makes breaking rules feel easy.
They say the divine are gone. They’re wrong. If I can’t figure out why they’ve returned, both our worlds will burn.
I should kill them.
Instead, I’m bound to them—by magic, by danger, by a pull I don’t understand.
Saving humanity was simple.
Surviving the gods who want me for their own? That’s the hard part.
Dying once was supposed to be enough.
After everything with the shadow gods, I thought I understood the enemy. I was wrong. Something ancient is stirring beneath the ruins—something that even the gods fear.
The bond we share grows stronger—and more dangerous—with every heartbeat. My powers are changing, my order wants me dead, and the line
Dying once was supposed to be enough.
After everything with the shadow gods, I thought I understood the enemy. I was wrong. Something ancient is stirring beneath the ruins—something that even the gods fear.
The bond we share grows stronger—and more dangerous—with every heartbeat. My powers are changing, my order wants me dead, and the line between duty and desire is long gone.
The crown is waking, and it wants me.
But taking it may cost me the only thing I have left—my humanity.