Raine Whitlock
5
When the cursed bell tolls, death follows. Her name is next.
Lira Vesper never believed the town’s legends, until the night a crow dropped a metal strip with her name carved into it. Every toll of the bell brings frost-script warnings, eerie deaths, and a shadowed boy who always arrives first.
Callen Roe is bound to the bell. Dangerous, magnetic, impossible to trust.
Ezra Quinn is her oldest friend. Steady, safe… but jealousy is tearing him apart.
As the debt ledger awakens and classmates vanish, Lira and a small circle of survivors are pulled into a deadly game against the cult that forged the curse. The bell demands payment. The ledger keeps writing. And every secret leads back to Lira.
Caught between two boys and hunted by an ancient debt, Lira must make an impossible choice:
Break the ledger, or pay with her life.
5
What if your locker whispered your name?
I came to Ravenshade Academy hoping to disappear. But frost spirals follow me, mirrors whisper secrets, and the Rift has already claimed me.
Now two very different boys refuse to let me go:
Luke—my childhood best friend, warm as sunlight, the only safe thing in this cursed place.
Ashriel—the forbidden guardian bound to me by prophecy, dangerous as midnight.
One promises safety. The other tempts me with shadows.
And the Rift? It whispers my name, demanding I choose.
But what if choosing between them opens the Rift?
5
When Myrren Vale is summoned to the royal palace, she expects suspicion. She expects secrets.
She does not expect him.
In the kingdom of Eirden—where magic hums beneath silk and every smile hides a blade—Myrren serves as a scentcrafter, trained in herbs, toxins, and the silent truths that cling to blood.
The court wants her quiet.
The crown wants her gone.
But Prince Thane… sees her.
Golden, gracious, and far too kind for the thorns surrounding his throne, he draws her into the palace’s glittering heart—offering warmth, safety, and something dangerously close to belonging.
Yet not all eyes in the palace are kind. The king’s ward, Lord Corven, watches her with unreadable silence—as if her very breath carries a truth he cannot ignore.
When nobles begin to die and the scents on their corpses whisper of poisons Myrren once crafted, she realizes the greatest danger is not the court’s corruption, nor the ancient power stirring awake beneath its stones.
It is what love makes you blind to.