She's not the witch. She just lives next door to him.Thorne doesn't do blessings. She doesn't do hexes. She doesn't even do polite small talk. She's a shadow nymph with a half dragon lizard named Pestilence and a reputation for being the wrong kind of girl to ask for a love spell.But that doesn't stop people from knocking.The worst offender? The actual witch of the forest—Sol, her annoyingly radiant neighbor who glitters when he's happy and insists on dragg...

Everyone has a thing. Some people bake. Some people binge true crime podcasts.Seventeen-year-old Salem Whitlock? She really, really wants to murder people. And not in the haha what if I just stabbed Chad way.No—Salem has an itch.A magical, bone-deep craving that festers under her skin like wildfire until it's unbearable. It's a family trait, passed down like a cursed casserole recipe. Her mother made her swear not to kill anyone until her ei...

Demons do taxes. Vampires renew their licenses. The fae pay fines like everyone else.Hydes are the panic button.I chart them for a living—Under the Skin, five hundred episodes on how Personas choose, lie, and kill. It's Hyde Season: tethers snapping, headlines frothing. Now the bodies are turning up exactly like my episodes. A "Siren" laid out like Ep. 118. A "Rook" arranged like Ep. 42. My taxonomy, made murder.HCU drags me in to "clarify." I bargain: five ...

I'm chaos wrapped in skin.By day, I'm a tattoo artist with ink under my nails and a guilty seat in the back pew at Sunday mass.By night, I'm the monster other monsters fear—hunting demons who can't keep their claws to themselves.I never leave a trace.Until one slip, one mark, puts a hunter on my trail.He's everything I should avoid—holy steel, lethal precision, and a body I want to sin against until I forget my own nam...

She swore she wouldn't kill Heather.To be fair, she says a lot of things.Senior year should be easier now that Salem Whitlock isn't lying about a murder, or dragging around a sarcastic ghost-boyfriend. Wyatt's alive again (long story), Lachlan's still very much a wolf (and in her bed), and for the first time, Salem almost feels…normal.Except nothing is normal.Heather—her arch-nemesis, ex-future-victim, and walking rhinestone rash—is back wit...