Skye wants to find the necromancer that killed her father and spill his evil blood. She's also a great person who happens to be a deadly werebear with a bad temper and an occasionally dirty mouth. Can she solve the dreadful murder mystery that has haunted her for ten years?
This is an origin short story of Skye that takes place in the year 1997 twenty years before she meets Black Annis in Demon Slayer (Revenge of the Witch #2).
Whether I’m soaring through the air as a flyer for Specter University’s cheer squad, or speeding down the steepest mountain with only grace and balance keeping me from an icy end, I’ve always needed to feel a rush. But now Death is courting me—in more ways than one.
First, there’s Rishi, a rogue death deity who has a penchant for annoying me nearly to my grave and whose intense gaze has the power to see right through me. Then there’s Hades, who I’d rather had stayed just a myth. Now that he knows I exist, he’s not going to leave me alone until I meet the same end as my mother.>
Oh yeah, did I forget to mention her? I spent my whole life thinking she had died when I was a baby, but now I’ve found out she’s much more than dead.
Fifty years ago, Hades banished my mother from the underworld and took away her ability to cross over souls—souls that have wandered lost through the world ever since. Now she wants me to clean up the mess. You may have heard of her before...
They call her the Grim Reaper.
As it turns out, Hel wants the souls she was promised, but something paranormal is keeping a lot of souls out of her reach. Nicola goes undercover into an isolated healing cult to find out what is going on, and if it is connected to the Runespells. The problem with cults, however, is the brainwashing.
Abandoned to her own devices by the gods and far from the friends that helped her before, can Nicola survive the tests long enough to complete her mission? And will she still be herself if she does?
The payment can't be settled with money or favors. He only wants one thing. Me.
Every action gets a reward. A button. Once I fill his jar with three hundred and sixty-five buttons, he'll let me go. He'll let me walk away.
But I have to earn every single one. By submitting to the darkest, cruelest, and most beautiful man I've ever known.
** TRIGGER WARNING ** There are some dark and disturbing scenes of abuse and punishment.