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Meine Magie ist dein Tod – doch ist der Tod unser Ende? Willow Madizza wurde als Waffe erzogen – gegen den Hexenzirkel, vor dem ihre Mutter einst floh, um sie zu schützen. Doch um ihre Familie zu rächen, muss Willow sich direkt in das Herz des Zirkels begeben. Nur so kann sie Licht ins Dunkel um das blutige Massaker an der Hexenakademie Hollow’s Grove bringen, bei dem ihre Tante vor 50 Jahren ihr Leben verlor.

Meine Magie ist dein Tod – doch ist der Tod unser Ende? Willow Madizza wurde als Waffe erzogen – gegen den Hexenzirkel, vor dem ihre Mutter einst floh, um sie zu schützen. Doch um ihre Familie zu rächen, muss Willow sich direkt in das Herz des Zirkels begeben. Nur so kann sie Licht ins Dunkel um das blutige Massaker an der Hexenakademie Hollow’s Grove bringen, bei dem ihre Tante vor 50 Jahren ihr Leben verlor. Nun öffnet die Universität wieder ihre Tore, und Willow sieht sich nicht nur einer untoten Urahnin, sondern auch dem unausstehlich attraktiven Schulleiter Alaric Thorne gegenüber, der sie nur zu gerne scheitern sähe.

Mein Verrat ist dein Schicksal – wagst du es, mir zu vertrauen? Willow Madizzas Rachepläne sind gescheitert. Der Hexenzirkel von Hollow’s Grove ist angeschlagen, seine Mitglieder dezimiert, und Willow selbst hat, ohne es zu wollen, Lucifer Morningstar und seine Dämonenfürsten aus der Hölle befreit. Sie wurde ausgenutzt, manipuliert und betrogen – von dem Mann, den sie zu lieben glaubte. War sie für ihn lediglich ein Mittel zum Zweck? Willow weiß nicht, wem sie noch vertrauen kann, doch sie ist zum Handeln gezwungen.

He was the deception waiting in the night; the truth I never saw coming. After a lifetime of manipulation, I finally learned the truth. I was his puppet—even if I never saw my strings. Even knowing how deep his betrayal runs, I can’t shake the undeniable connection between Gray and I—the way a single glance from him sets my soul on fire. We are not the same. We’re enemies, poised to battle for the future of the very thing I’d wanted to destroy. With the Covenant gone, the revenge I thought I wanted is no longer my priority.

The many tribes have given him many different names. Wakan Tanko. Maheo. To the people that first hunted the corner of Appalachia known to later generations as Wright’s Holler, he was Weshemoneto, the Great Spirit. To Anna Madeline Wright, he would simply be Wes. Born in the holler that bore her name, “Annie” Wright came from people that had learned to live on the land, people who believed in the magic saturating the woods around them. People who knew how to survive. Circumstance of birth gave her power. Her skills gave her respect. Her magic gave them hope.

Arie Vanderbilt has always lived on the edges of the popular crowd, which suits her just fine. As she comes of age, Arie’s mother wants her to make more connections with the Selari elite. Arranging an invitation for a week-long trip to a lakeside estate, her mother forces Arie to attend.

Hope brightens a bleak Edinburgh December. A man gets a second chance with his high school crush. A decade-long game of cat and mouse comes to a passionate conclusion. And Santa Claus drives a red muscle car. Heat up your holidays with this collection of four festive tales from some of the top talent in the male/male genre.

Raised to be my father’s weapon against the Coven that took away his sister and his birthright, I would do anything to protect my younger brother from suffering the same fate. My duty forces me to the secret town of Crystal Hollow and the prestigious Hollow’s Grove University—where the best and brightest of my kind learn to practice their magic free from human judgment.

For weeks, he stood by my side, twisting his words into pretty half-truths. He enraptured me with his smooth temptation, leaving no corner of my being untouched. He consumed my mind and my body, then finally claimed my heart for himself. But Caelum’s true identity is terrifying enough to bring me to my knees. Then, I discovered the truth of who he is. Caldris is whispered in the Nothrek wind. The legend we only speak of with hushed words, in shuttered rooms, for fear of drawing his wrath once again.

For nearly four-hundred years, the Veil has protected us from the Fae of Alfheimr. In their absence, our lives have shifted from decadence and sin to survival and virtue under the guidance of the New Gods. I’ve spent my entire life tending to the gardens next to the boundary between our worlds, drawn to the shimmering magic like a moth to the flame. All of that changes the day the Veil shatters, unleashing the fae upon our world once again.

For weeks, we retraced our steps back to Mistfell and the lingering shadow of the Veil at the boundary between realms. Traveling through the kingdom, I denied the evidence in front of me, unable to fathom that I wasn’t the lost princess of Faerie. Instead, it is Fallon who must fear the consequences of her heritage. Which leaves me with a single, unanswered question. Then, I awoke, caged high above the throne of the Queen of Air & Darkness.