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Être défectueuse fait de moi une cible. Je n’ai pas d’ailes. Pas de magie. Je suis faible. Aux yeux de mon peuple, je ne suis rien. Pas quand la force est nécessaire pour survivre à la neige et à la glace éternelles qui recouvrent notre continent nordique et le plongent dans un hiver...

Participer à l'épreuve de la reine montante équivaut à la mort. Si je gagne, j'épouserai mon ennemi. Si je perds, j'épouserai un autre fae choisie par le roi. Dans tous les cas, ma liberté est perdue, à moins que je ne trouve un moyen de m'échapper. Bien décidée à fuir, j'entraîne mes nouvelles affinités et j'apprends ce qu'il faut pour survivre tout en faisant semblant de briguer le trône. Avec ma sœur à mes côtés, je sais que nous trouverons un moyen d'empêcher mon asservissement à la Cour d'hiver. Mais le prince héritier a d'autres idées.

J'aurais dû remporter l'Épreuve de la Reine Émergente. La couronne qui devait orner ma tête repose désormais sur celle de la sorcière de Koravie qui a tout fait pour me voler mon trône. N'ayant plus d'autre choix, je m'enfuis du continent de Solis, même si mon cœur se brise à l'idée de laisser mon amour derrière moi. Je ne pourrai pas revenir à Solisarium tant que je n'aurai pas retrouvé mes pouvoirs et la force de me battre aux côtés du prince héritier.

Being entered into the Rising Queen Trial is equivalent to death. If I win, I’ll marry my enemy. If I lose, I’ll marry another fae of the king’s choosing. Either way, my freedom is lost unless I find a way to escape. Intent on fleeing, I train my new affinities and learn what’s needed to survive while pretending to vie for the throne. With my sister at my side, I know we’ll find a way to prevent my enslavement to the Court of Winter.

Being a defective marks me in the eyes of the Solis Fae. Wingless. Magicless. Weak. To my kind, I’m nothing—not when strength is needed to survive the perpetual snow and ice that shrouds our northern continent in endless winter. But I’ve persevered, living a meaningful yet simple life with my sister...until the hated Crown Prince of the Winter Court thunders into our village. Prince Norivun’s massive black wings and potent magic cloud my senses and steal my breath. He’s beautiful yet brutal, so when he whisks me away and locks me in his castle I’m certain my death is tomorrow’s promise.

The all-knowing semelees swirled around me in the Veiled Between, crooning and writhing. “You’ve come to us, Daughter of Darkness, Princess of Shadows. Tell us what you seek.”On the Silten continent, I’m the only fae who can walk the Veiled Between. My rare power is immense and dangerous, so the authorities have entrusted me to my guardian who controls my potent magic with an enchanted device. To avoid the device’s searing punishment, I submit to a dutiful life. Until one terrifying night everything changes.

Three months. I just have to get through three months of resisting Avery's enticing lilac-and-rainwater scent. Then she'll be shipped off to Geneva and I can get to work forgetting her inquisitive eyes, infectious laugh, and tantalizing curves. It almost kills me to keep her at arm's length, but duty demands it. All of that changes, though, when a rare celestial event erupts strange, new power from Avery—a power that's determined to destroy her. Tasked with unlocking its secrets, I have no choice but to keep her close as I struggle to find her new magic's origins.

Four months ago, Lena woke up in a dark alleyway with no recollection of who she is. The only clues to her past are a mysterious tattooed symbol and a supernatural power: the ability to see evil in people. While struggling to regain her memory, she follows a strange guiding instinct to a small Colorado town. There she finds other young men and women with similar stories, similar tattoos, and a multitude of extrasensory powers. Among them a man she's intensely attracted to, yet with no memories of him, she has no idea why.

Krista Street presents Books 1-4 in the Supernatural Community series.

In a society ruled by sanctions and curfews, Dr. Meghan Forester emerges as the youngest and most promising scientist to join the fight against Makanza, the deadly virus that’s ravaged the world. Inside Compound 26, a giant government-controlled research facility, Meghan’s new job involves studying the Kazzies, the rare survivors who carry the virus and now exhibit supernatural powers. But as her work unfolds, Meghan’s horrified at the brutal and unethical practices the Kazzies are subjected to. And most surprisingly, she falls in love with one.

Four months ago, Lena woke up in a dark alleyway with no recollection of who she is. The only clues to her past are a mysterious tattooed symbol and a supernatural power: the ability to see evil in people. While struggling to regain her memory, she follows a strange guiding instinct to a small Colorado town. There she finds other young men and women with similar stories, similar tattoos, and a multitude of extrasensory powers. Among them a man she's intensely attracted to, yet with no memories of him, she has no idea why.

Norivun und ich sind endlich vereint – doch die dunklen Pläne des Königs stellen unsere Liebe auf die Probe. Endlich ist es an der Zeit für mich, auf den Solis-Kontinent zurückzukehren. Meine Magie ist vollständig erwacht und so stark wie nie, und Norivun steht als mein Gefährte an meiner Seite. Also wagen wir uns zurück in die Hauptstadt, um gegen das Unrecht anzukämpfen, das unseren Kontinent an den Rand eines Krieges gebracht hat. Aber es wird kein einfacher Kampf. Der grausame König zeigt sein wahres Gesicht und tut alles, um Norivun zu brechen.

Despite his wolf’s growls in my direction, Kaillen’s determined to prove his love. So the two of us delve into my family’s long buried past to discover the truth of who I really am. But things don’t go as planned, and our struggles uncover an impossible choice.

I fell into the clutches of those hunting me. Now, I’m enslaved in chains and at their mercy. But I’m not the woman I used to be. My weaknesses have been stripped away, unveiling a strength and defiance I never knew myself capable of. And I’ll be damned if I’m going down without a fight. Because my mate is coming for me. With him by my side, we will be unstoppable, and I am a storm cloud of rage ready to be unleashed.

He’s always there, watching and waiting. The golden-eyed wolf who refuses to leave me be. A part of me yearns for him. Another screams to run. My memories have been stolen, erasing any recollection of what we once were. Still, I can feel the magnetic pull of my soul to his, and I know without a shadow of a doubt that fate isn't through with us. Not yet. An ancient evil is on the hunt for me, bringing with it the threat of death. The only thing I know for sure? Wyatt and I have to work together if I’m going to survive.

The job I've dreamed of at the Supernatural Ambassador Institute awaits me...if I can stay alive long enough to claim it. An unknown darkness is slithering through my veins, poisoning me with its deadly venom. Still, I’m determined to fight—to claw my way on shredded nails to survive. I can see Wyatt’s desperation to help.

I'm going to kill my hunter. He's turned me into something that shouldn't be magically possible, so now I have this to deal with on top of everything else. Well...I might as well make lemonade out of these freakin' lemons. Yep, that's right Mr. Broody Hunter, I'm going to take these newborn powers you thrust upon me and stop sitting on the sidelines. I'm done taking orders from others and you, and I'm done waiting for the supernatural forces to fix my problems. I'm going to solve the mystery that's been weaving itself around me for far too long.

Let’s see, my hired hunter has decided I’m his mate, my twin sister is blaming me for her abduction, a crazy and dangerous supernatural is now after my magic, and I’m somehow supposed to keep running Practically Perfect despite the disaster that is my life. Sigh...I just can’t win, especially when the crazy supernatural comes looking for me and my hired hunter goes into full-blown territorial werewolf mode. Did I mention that I haven’t accepted his mating bond? Now, it’s getting real, especially when I learn that my hunter has kept a very dark secret from me....

Practically Perfect. That’s the name of the magic shop my witch twin and I own in Chicago’s supernatural marketplace. In reality, things are not so perfect. Tessa's the face of our shop. She draws in the customers to buy our potions, brews, spells, and enchantments. I’m the sensible sister moving boxes in the back. It works, sort of, and we have a pretty good life...until Tessa disappears. My instincts tell me my sister didn’t leave by choice. But here’s the problem—this isn’t the first time she’s flitted off, forcing me to bail her out of trouble.

For weeks, something’s been...off. I can’t explain it, but it’s as if I’m being watched. Suddenly, I’m a statistic - snatched off the street and thrown in a trunk by a terrifying man who turns into a wolf. His wolf wants me dead, yet something draws me to this broken man. We share an indescribable attraction, and my touch may be enough to heal his beast’s psychotic mind. But the Supernatural Forces doesn’t believe in second chances, and the SF always catches the rogue werewolves. And when they do, if I can’t prove Collin’s worth saving...they’ll kill him.