When the Syndicate's core members are struck down by a terrifying poison, the clock starts ticking for a family of elite Weavers. As Alistair begins to turn for the worst and followed by yet more members of his Family, the weight of their survival falls on Saffron, the only healer capable of standing between her brothers and a cold, violet death. Forced out of the safety of Ironspire, Gideon and Ollivander must embark on a desperate trek toward the one place that holds the cure: the formidable, volcano surrounded tower of Obsidian Guard. Along a road plagued by unseasonable heat and phantom memories, they find themselves caught in a web of shifting loyalties and ancient bonds. While Gideon fights to protect a woman he believes is a fugitive, he remains blind to the shadow of the Tyrant Queen looming over them all. Meanwhile, Jasmine, the Syndicate's dangerous diplomat, must decide if she is willing to unleash the full, devastating power of her pheromone-weave to save her kin. From a fateful meeting at a fork in the road to a final, bloody birth in the heart of a revolution, Obsidian Guard is a tale of a family that refuses to break. In a world of gems, blood, and betrayal, they will learn that the only thing more powerful than a Queen's crown is a father's promise. The cure has a price. And Saffron is the only one who can pay it in blood.

In the smog-choked city of Ironspire, justice has no heart... but Mercy never needed one. Forged in the shadows by a found family of criminals, assassins, and survivors, Mercy has lived nearly thirty years as a perfect weapon: precise, unfeeling, and utterly efficient. Her memories before age thirteen are erased, her emotions silenced, and her purpose singular ie identify the problem, eliminate it, and vanish back into the haze. In a city where magic lingers like industrial residue and violence is currency, Mercy's cold, unerring judgment becomes legend. A ghost in the smog. A blade in the dark. A whispered terror. But Ironspire is shifting, and the ice in Mercy's veins is beginning to thaw. When a stolen purse and a cursed contract coin pull her into a deadly game, Mercy finds the void inside her starting to stir. Something forgotten. Something dangerous. Behind the power, secrets, and industrial smoke of her family's empire, someone wants her to remember the girl she was before she became a monster. Mercy must confront the ruins of her lost past or become exactly what she was created to be: A perfect weapon with no soul left to save. Dark, atmospheric, and emotionally charged, The Blasted Contract Coin is a gritty fantasy thriller exploring trauma, found family, and the terrifying power of awakening feelings in someone who was never meant to feel. Perfect for fans of grimdark fantasy, morally gray women, arcane-industrial worlds, and slow-burn emotional awakenings.

A day short of 15 years have passed since my brother and I were born. Twins and miracles to our mother Chana. We lived with our Uncle Adam and our Aunt Cyrca as well as our cousin Edward but we were part of a very big family. A powerful Family that my brother and I were excited to take part in and not just live with. Our aunt and uncle were often gone on missions for days on end and we had been jealous ever since we could remember. Our Mother promised us that on our 15th birthday. If we proved worthy, she would take on higher ranked missions and take us with her. For now we simply babysat suppliers at the pier which was really really boring. Today however, our excitement cannot be tampered as tomorrow is judgement day. A big day for us where the family will gather and we will prove our strength. We will fight warriors of the Family and we will be judged worthy to be of service to the family or be delayed another 2 years. The judges will be the Family head, Mrs. Davidson and her heir apparent,our Aunt, Cyrca. Everyone in the Family who wishes to attend may also be there. We've attended a few celebrations over the years and have gotten to enjoy the festivities. It'll be a day of days for us however. We hope to rise to the occasion and fill Chana with pride at having raised the best fighters. A little voice in my head fears we will disappoint however. Just a little voice.

Once upon a time, there were many shapeshifters in the world. They were all hunted down to near extinction until a Felis Queen was visited in a dream and given a vision on how to save her people. There existed an island shrouded by mystic fog where she could bring her people. There a shifters diety would rise once more and change the course of history.

Once upon a time, long ago when there was still magic in the world, 3 dragons reigned over the earth. Species were constantly evolving and soon the humans were born. It didn’t take long for them to become formidable foes. However, as they grew so did the rift in the carefully tended balance. Corruption and defiance took a stronger and stronger hold on the land and in humans leading away from the greater good and towards extinction of all things. The first dragon to fight back was named Zephyros. Zephyros had a heart filled with compassion for animals, especially feline companions. His scales shimmered like emeralds, and his wings were as vast as the skies he loved to explore and what made him truly unique was his ability to control the wind as the Warden of Nature. He fought back and gained some ground but the world will need more than dragons to set everything right once more. With the help of his counter parts; Aevorix, Waren of Fate, and Kaelthar, Warden of Cycles they will need to find a fated human but none have been worthy, none have been free of greed and sin. The world needs the emissary soon or nothing will be left. The most promising fated human in a decade has been conceived and now the dragons must rush to save it so it may become the leader of people and bring health and healing to the other humans.

The world knows about the werewolves and the vampires, those loud obnoxious stories of them getting caught in the open doing something ridiculous again and again. You probably couldn't tell but I roll my eyes when I hear about them. We, the werecats, of all types, are different. We stay hidden, we stay away, and we don't get involved with humans unless necessary. Sure we've had a few Kittens leave the nest and make it big in their world but those are the tame bloods. I’m a pure wild blood and when I finally mature and leave home My cat and I will take on the world. Follow Cyrca, a strong, confident werecat mountain lion, who navigates all the possibilities the world offers her as leaves her mothers nest and strikes it out on her own. She has to be careful though as danger plots behind the scene This story has steamy content and will touch on adult themes. 18+ *Picture not mine