I’d been called special before, but usually the tone indicated that my kind of special was a physical hazard to others. Yael and Leden weren’t talking about that kind of special, though. Their words made my heart a little light and my knees a little weak.

“You have more power against us than any other being in the worlds. It’s almost scary the things we would do for you, Willa.”

The time for blood has returned. Logan’s biological father has been building an army to rise against the Crown, to challenge Cyrus and Sevan for control over the vampires, and their voices will be heard: every one of them is a rightful Royal.
He is not the only one who is tired of hiding in the shadows. Other family members lost their lives trying to bring all vampires into the spotlight, to show the world what they are capable of. With this many descendants, with this much bad blood, this will be a war fought with enemies new and old. This is the same war the King and Queen fought over a thousand years ago. It will be a battle to the death to keep the vampires’ secret.
But time has always been Sevan’s greatest enemy, and now it is running out in every way. The Crown, the safety of the humans and the world, Logan’s time with Cyrus…
It all comes to an end in the finale of the Blood Descendants Universe.

Author Bio:
Keary Taylor is the USA TODAY bestselling author of over twenty novels. She grew up along the foothills of the Rocky Mountains where she started creating imaginary worlds and daring characters who always fell in love. She now splits her time between a tiny island in the Pacific Northwest and Utah, with her husband and their two children. She continues to have an overactive imagination that frequently keeps her up at night.

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Women are not stupid. That’s why they outlasted us. While men destroyed each other with hydrogen bombs and wars, Mother Nature took care of the rest, sterilizing what was left of the already dwindling male population.

In our embrace, there is no fear or uncertainty. There is only peace and overwhelming pride, and we bask in this second, this simple moment of our beautiful lives.

Shit, he cares more than anyone, and when people need him to be their everything, he is always there. But it only makes me want to be there for him. Every time. Every day. Twice as hard. Ten times as much.

Hell, I see them as different sides of my boyfriend: Connor is mental. He taught Maximoff intelligence, emotional restraint and confidence. Lo is emotional, the sarcastic, loving and empathetic pieces of him. And then Ryke is physical, all determination and stubbornness and unshakeable strength.

They’re likely trying to detect a lie or spot the manipulative web the evil vagina is weaving.

“Says the guy who is centuries old. You could be my great grandparents’ great grandparent.” I grin as I add, “Burn.” More groans. Damn it, I thought that one was awesome. “It’s a good thing we don’t need your help insulting people,” Ezekiel says, patting my shoulder a little patronizingly.

 I’ve since perfected my own personal fantasy. Living. Watching. Learning. I know all four of them as if they’re my real life family. Well, not family. My people. There. But they have no clue I even exist.

I’m neither here nor there. Alive nor dead.