Have you ever felt bloodlust so strong, that it makes you want to kill?
I do. Everyday.
But I deny it, because to acknowledge the whispers is to give them power—to make them real—and then we’d really be in trouble. You see, my sisters are the only other Supernaturals I’ve seen in over five years. That’s a long time to be the only thing standing between Alexandra and burning a house down. To stand between Lily and her depression. To ignore the killing gene and my demons who cause it.
Lucky for me, everything is about to change.
My name is Selena Foster, and I was just shipped off to a Supernatural boarding school along with my sisters. I should be thrilled we are not alone. I should be grateful to leave the human world—but I am not.
Someone has been hunting me, and without the human world to hide us…they’re bound to catch up.
Hell have mercy on their souls when they do, because I won’t.
Trial by Heist is a full-length novella set in between Heir of Shadows and Scion of Midnight. This book is told from Johanna’s perspective.
The Mother will guide you. The dragon will call. I used to believe that. I used to believe a lot of things.
My name is Johanna Kozak, and I have spent over a decade living in the shadows of our very dark world. I thought that if I ran fast enough, far enough, that I could outrun my past. Until my best friend was murdered by the same person who killed my parents, and I was the one framed for it.
Now the Supernatural Council hold me prisoner, and if there’s one thing I know—it’s that being a half-breed in a Supernatural world is a death sentence unto itself. The Council Member who locked me up plans to execute me, but little does she know… she’s not the only one with friends in high places—and mine are planning a prison break.
Secrets. Everyone has them, and mine bind me so tightly they suffocate, but despite all I’ve done to stay hidden—someone knows.
They are hunting me. Haunting me. If they’re not careful though, that someone is about to end up dead, because some secrets are better left buried. Six-feet under.
My name is Selena Foster, and I am the first telekinetic in a millennium. I thought that made me invincible. Untouchable. Turns out all it really makes me is a target…and a weapon.
It’s not just my invisible stalker that wants me. The Supernatural Council is going to war, and what better spear than the girl that can slay demons?
So they blackmail me, and just like that I am property of the Council.
Here’s the thing though, they may own me—but can they control me?
Here's the thing about secrets: the only way to keep them between two people is if one of them is dead. If you're not willing to pull the trigger yourself, you best be prepared to have it pulled on you. I learned that lesson the hard way.
My ignorance got her killed. Everything I once was died with her.
From the ashes, something new was born. Something wicked. My soul was carved out by grief, molded by power, and brought forth from limbo for one reason. Revenge.
I'd been down this road before, with Anastasia always one step ahead. I was blind then. I am no longer.
The best revenge wasn't instant. It was planned. You studied your enemy, learned every secret they kept, every fear they held, understood them so intimately that you began to pity them. It was then that you struck. I wanted her to suffer.
And I would settle for nothing less.
If there is one truth that I hold to in my life, it is that when it rains, it pours.
Perhaps that is why I built myself not for the everyday storms most experience. But for the hurricanes I have had to learn to withstand.
I know what it is like to feel your heart crack in half like a tree that snaps under too much pressure.
I know the bone-deep, all-consuming, numbness that sets in when the wind and the cold and the water become too much.
I know the desperation that claws under the surface as you try to wait through the night, and hope that come the dawn, the storm has passed. But perhaps, most importantly, I know how to survive. Or really, I am too spiteful to die.
Either way, my world is falling apart around me. Death and destruction are knocking on my door. And a storm is coming. One unlike anything we have ever encountered before.
This time it is not Anastasia I will face on the battlefield, but the one who calls to me. The one I cannot face. This is one storm I don’t know if I will survive . . . or if the price of living is too high.
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Have you ever felt bloodlust so strong, that it makes you want to kill?
I do. Everyday.
But I deny it, because to acknowledge the whispers is to give them power—to make them real—and then we’d really be in trouble. You see, my sisters are the only other Supernaturals I’ve seen in over five years. That’s a long time to be the only thing standing between Alexandra and burning a house down. To stand between Lily and her depression. To ignore the killing gene and my demons who cause it.
Lucky for me, everything is about to change.
My name is Selena Foster, and I was just shipped off to a Supernatural boarding school along with my sisters. I should be thrilled we are not alone. I should be grateful to leave the human world—but I am not.
Someone has been hunting me, and without the human world to hide us…they’re bound to catch up.
Hell have mercy on their souls when they do, because I won’t.
Trial by Heist is a full-length novella set in between Heir of Shadows and Scion of Midnight. This book is told from Johanna’s perspective.
The Mother will guide you. The dragon will call.
I used to believe that. I used to believe a lot of things.
My name is Johanna Kozak, and I have spent over a decade living in the shadows of our very dark world. I thought that if I ran fast enough, far enough, that I could outrun my past. Until my best friend was murdered by the same person who killed my parents, and I was the one framed for it.
Now the Supernatural Council hold me prisoner, and if there’s one thing I know—it’s that being a half-breed in a Supernatural world is a death sentence unto itself. The Council Member who locked me up plans to execute me, but little does she know… she’s not the only one with friends in high places—and mine are planning a prison break.
Secrets. Everyone has them, and mine bind me so tightly they suffocate, but despite all I’ve done to stay hidden—someone knows.
They are hunting me. Haunting me. If they’re not careful though, that someone is about to end up dead, because some secrets are better left buried. Six-feet under.
My name is Selena Foster, and I am the first telekinetic in a millennium. I thought that made me invincible. Untouchable. Turns out all it really makes me is a target…and a weapon.
It’s not just my invisible stalker that wants me. The Supernatural Council is going to war, and what better spear than the girl that can slay demons?
So they blackmail me, and just like that I am property of the Council.
Here’s the thing though, they may own me—but can they control me?
Here's the thing about secrets: the only way to keep them between two people is if one of them is dead. If you're not willing to pull the trigger yourself, you best be prepared to have it pulled on you. I learned that lesson the hard way.
My ignorance got her killed. Everything I once was died with her.
From the ashes, something new was born. Something wicked.
My soul was carved out by grief, molded by power, and brought forth from limbo for one reason. Revenge.
I'd been down this road before, with Anastasia always one step ahead.
I was blind then. I am no longer.
The best revenge wasn't instant. It was planned. You studied your enemy, learned every secret they kept, every fear they held, understood them so intimately that you began to pity them. It was then that you struck. I wanted her to suffer.
And I would settle for nothing less.
Perhaps that is why I built myself not for the everyday storms most experience.
But for the hurricanes I have had to learn to withstand.
I know what it is like to feel your heart crack in half like a tree that snaps under too much pressure.
I know the bone-deep, all-consuming, numbness that sets in when the wind and the cold and the water become too much.
I know the desperation that claws under the surface as you try to wait through the night, and hope that come the dawn, the storm has passed.
But perhaps, most importantly, I know how to survive.
Or really, I am too spiteful to die.
Either way, my world is falling apart around me. Death and destruction are knocking on my door. And a storm is coming. One unlike anything we have ever encountered before.
This time it is not Anastasia I will face on the battlefield, but the one who calls to me. The one I cannot face.
This is one storm I don’t know if I will survive . . . or if the price of living is too high.