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The journey isn't over. Jared and Ella's story continues in the next pulse-pounding installment of the HellBeast Kings story. As darkness looms and the past refuses to stay buried, secrets will be unearthed, alliances shattered, and destinies rewritten.

My life is a prison of protocols and paparazzi—an occupational hazard of being a princess of England. When I publicly refuse the “perfectly suitable”–and painfully boring match my parents are pushing on me, I’m banished to our family’s remote Irish estate until I come to my senses… Unfortunately for my pearl-clutching mother, I’m exposed to a whole different type of senses when I accidentally stumble upon Reveal, Ireland’s most exclusive “club”–and straight into the hands of its darkly devastating owner.

Brought to you by Penguin. We all feel it: something is seriously wrong. Our attention—that essential ability to give our minds and senses to the world—is being trapped, gutted, and sold out from under us by an industry of immense technological and financial power. The heedless exploitation...

Radically open-minded, formidably strong, and unusually clear-eyed about herself and others, Evelyn Bednarz has always been a misfit. She’s easily bored, unsuited to life at school, asks odd questions about faith and time, and sees through conventions others take for granted. Seeking to be true to herself, she hitchhikes across the American West taking odd jobs. In distant Tibet, another life unfolds as remote from Evelyn’s as can be: the life of a boy named Tsering, raised as a Buddhist monk in the mountains of Tibet, who eventually becomes a high lama.

The dragon mage reigns supreme! Finally, all of Lance's visions are coming to fruition. The Draconis Clan has been restored, his enemies have been vanquished, and unity has been restored to the northern province under the banner of the red dragon. But… there's a problem. Lance isn't the only dragon in Oracle.

I tried to remember. I wanted to remember. Moving on from an unknown past was all that was left for me to do. So, I went home. I went back to my safe, boring life. Just a girl and her dog. Well, that was until an angry HellBeast King turned up and found me. A furious, sexy, hotblooded male from my past who now wants to convince me... He is my future. He is my everything. The problem is, he still terrifies me. What I soon realize is he isn't the only scary thing out there in my woods. He also isn't the only one who wants me.

Winter break wasn't supposed to turn into a whirlwind romance for Charlotte Hodges. She finds her dream pack landing in her lap, just a year before she's due to graduate. But life is never that easy, especially when the men she falls in love with are all getting drafted to different hockey teams. Long distance is hard. It's even harder when the people you trusted the most aren't there for you in your worst moment. Charlotte thought she could move on. They would never put her over hockey and Charlotte knows her worth. Unfortunately, she can't seem to forget about the men she fell in love with.

It was a beautiful day. A young raccoon had been playing in the meadow and was having fun. As this perfect day was coming to a close, he was called by his grandma that it was time to come in for dinner. As he went to his grandparents’ house, he saw his grandpa looking out into the distance very thoughtfully. He wondered what Grandpa was doing and what was he looking at. When the young raccoon got up to the porch, he asked his grandpa what he was doing. His grandpa replied that he was contemplating. The young racoon had never heard that word before or known what it meant.

Here's a tip: don't mess with the demon girl who kills people for a living. The four self-proclaimed kings of Orchid Vale apparently never got that memo, and now my self-care retreat is about to become a bloodbath. This quaint village was supposed to be a break from my hectic life of death, gore, and high stakes "jobs"—that's code for supernatural murder—but I don't get a chance to enjoy even a fairground ride without the kings of Orchid Vale getting in my way.

I tried to run. I tried to hide. But look where it got me: captured and held firmly in the grasp of my HellBeast King. One still intent on completing the claim he feels he has on me. Which I knew meant only one thing: making me his—in every single way. By claiming my heart, then my blood, and now the very last thing left of me to give… He wants my body. But after having my heart trampled on, and after I had been willing to hand it over freely... Will I now finally accept what he calls my fate?

Uncle Bann brought me in and showed me that I could have it all: a family, a home, and a pack to call my own. At first, I didn’t think I could rise to the challenge, but I’d beaten the Alpha of the Moonlight Wolves and was well on my way to conquering the rest of these local packs—until the night of my victory when my greatest enemy took it all away: the Lotus Wolves.

After escaping both my father’s plans to marry me off and the Russian mafia, I woke up this morning thinking I was a free woman...until I saw the man sipping coffee in my hotel room. He’s a billionaire as powerful as any mob boss, yet even as he spanks me into soaking wet, shameful surrender I can’t help begging him to ravage my virgin body right then and there. I can run, but I know soon I’ll be kneeling at his feet, bare, blushing, and ready to be claimed.

I understood I was an outcast, an introverted gamer nerd with a system of avoiding anything that breathed. But that was because I had a pretty horrid past, one involving wolves ripping through my parents at the dinner table when I was four. Much like what is happening right now… As I said, I have minimal experience socializing with people. But when a bunch of guys from school randomly decide to chase me down park lines and turn into a pack of wolves, I start to think that maybe my social skills aren’t the problem.

I'm not interested in love. It's the chase that intrigues me. I saw her in the park, my pretty little prey. I intend to make her mine, and the closer I get, the more she will lose. Her friends. Her family. Her freedom. Each move will bring her further under my control until she has nothing left... but me. Am I playing a cruel game? Of course. But I warned you: It's not love that I want.

She broke the rules of our game—she ran. Now she will pay. When will my pretty pawn learn that I am the master of this game? Only I will be the victor. She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks she can escape my wrath. She's wrong. This time when I catch her, there will be no escape. I no longer want her as just my beautiful captive. She will now become my wife, even if I have to drag her down the aisle. I want her under my complete control. I want her every breath, her every movement, her every thought to be only of me. This is no longer a game. She changed the rules, but I will still win.

Lance, last living dragon mage of the northern province has become truly formidable. His followers have grown, his village has expanded, and his lovely group of arcanist companions have become deadly in their own right. Now, with his [s-rank] abilities fully realized, there are few in the realm who can match his might. But there are those who will try.

There are no more generals left to fight over, or shards of divinity for the Bitch Goddess to devour. My wives and I have fought across the width and breadth of Amalgam in our battle against the avatar of greed. We’ve defeated zombies, angels, monsters, and horrors beyond count, every victory bringing us to this, the final battle.

It started as a HellBeast’s mistake that ended in me making my own. Now I am paying for it; now I am running from it. I am soon to discover how foolish that was, because you can't run from the HellBeast King, not when he still wants you. Not when that King isn’t ready to let you go. So now I am being hunted, and soon he will find me...I know this.

I've started a new game, this one more sinister than the last. Every time she tries to fight what we have, I just pull her deeper into my deception. The slightest disobedience to my rules brings swift punishment. I've pushed her to the edge. She wants to kill me. The only problem is...she loves me.

The man whispering those words in my ear isn't just a powerful mob boss, he's the brute who stripped me bare, whipped me with his belt, and claimed my virgin body roughly and shamefully in front of his men as I screamed and begged and came for him until I collapsed in his arms. I should hate it when he calls me that, but all I do is blush as I wait for him to make me his all over again.