Amo Jones

The barrier is breaking. Enemies are rising. And the only thing more dangerous than a kingdom at war... is a mate who was never meant to leave.

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The King of Darkness is dead. It's time for a new one to rise... London Crow isn't who I thought she was. She's worse. My hate for her knows no bounds. My need for her has no end. But it's my inability to have her that might just end us all, as the fates refuse to be ignored. Now, there's a darkness sweeping the streets of Rathe, threatening to destroy the Kingdom we know and love, and it's all because of her. The mate I can't have. The bond I can't let go. There is only one way to restore balance, and it begins and ends with her. The problem? I broke the girl into a thousand tiny pieces without a second thought. Earning her forgiveness won't be easy, but that's fine. If she won't give it freely, I will take it. One mistake at a time.

"You will go to Rathe University, live among the giftless and those of light magic. You, Knight Deveraux, will learn to coexist." I've never heard more wasted words in my life. Then again, the gifted counsel never did have much to say that wasn't. The only members amongst them who speak a thing worth listening to are my parents, the King and Queen of the Stygian's, the people of Dark Magic. Unfortunately for me and my brothers, they've chosen to play nice instead of sinking their talons into anyone who dares demand a thing from their heirs. In this instance at least. Every gifted is forced to leave our realm behind after graduation to spend the next four years in a world that isn't ours, while pretending it's enough for those with something deeper clawing beneath their skin. It isn't. Not by a long shot, and while it's as boring as I thought it would be, we find ways to entertain ourselves. A little Fae Dust, the power of persuasion, and it's a party worthy of a royal ... or four. That was fun the first year, but it's my second now, and the minute I got back to campus, I knew it would be worse than before. I felt it, that pull buried beneath my skin, the whisper of a warning deep in my mind I could hear but couldn't reach. It starts with a human party and ends with a nightmare. A five foot, white haired one. With eyes like ice and a body begging to be bitten, she's a problem. A giftless one. That's right, she's human. Worthless. And if the shadow circling my soul is telling me what I think it is ... she belongs to it. My new obsession ... is my fated mate. But there is no way the fates would give me, a Lord of Rathe, a heir to the throne of dark magic, a giftless girl. I'll prove they got it wrong. That she's not mine. If I'm lucky, I'll destroy her in the process.

He was my foster brother. He swore to protect me. He failed. They all failed. I'm an open box of pass photographs, snapped in chaste daylight, but filtered in sepia. I'm the past that he tried to forget, and he was the future I needed. When he left four years ago, I screamed for him every night. But then it all stopped. My screams were suddenly muffled by cruelty, and further coaxed by pain. But he has come back. He's not the cute big brother I had a furtive crush on, or the bad boy, rich brat that I hated to love. He's the ruthless vice president of Wolf Pack MC, and he doesn't answer to Royce Kane anymore. He answers to Sicko.

"Love is savage, love is blind, love is something they may not find..." Once upon a time, there was a young girl who lived in a battered trailer, a girl from the wrong side of the tracks. One day, she fell down The Elite Kings' rabbit hole. Sucked into a dark vortex of lies, hate, and deceit, and spat out by money, glitz, and power. There were things this little girl didn't know, things she was about to find out and secrets that have been kept from her. Those secrets were guarded by the boys that were about to smash her world open and tear it all apart... He may be a Malum, but she is a Stuprum, born into this world but neglected by the choice of her mother. Her eyes may not glisten with stars, but they roar with fire, and when she finally reaches her peak, it's that same fire that will burn. Them. All. Down. My name is Tillie Stuprum, and my story is not like the rest. Everything she thought she knew is a fabricated version of the truth. I'm Nate Riverside-Malum, the one your girl whispers about to her friends and whose initials are scratched down your back. Her story is not like the rest of them, because her story is dead.

I did something I had never done before. I had a one-night stand. Then in true me fashion, I left my phone at his house during my desperate venture to escape. I tried hard to ignore the texts sent to my best friend's phone... Amethyst: Sup, these selfies are cute as shit, but your lips looked better wrapped around my... I did NOT text him back. I DID vow to never speak of him, or that night again... I'm Amethyst Lily Tatum, and up until this point, I'd managed to maintain a fairly low-key life. I'm what you would call a socially unacceptable hot mess. Instead of partying, I'm skating, flipping ollie's over guys who loved to underestimate me. Then I started college, met a wild girl who I would soon call my best-friend, had my first drunk one-night stand, left my phone at his house, and then, when I finally managed to meet my mom's new boyfriend, I found out that my one-night stand, was now my new stepbrother. *this is a standalone novel*