Books like 'The Last of the Spirit Drakes'

After spending the vast majority of my life lonely, I came to this town to find answers about my mother, and instead, stumbled upon a secret society full of monsters I never knew existed outside of dark tales...

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.I’ve been hearing that word a lot lately and my opinion on the whole thing hasn’t mattered one bit. No, the stars have their plans and I’ve been consulted about it a whopping zero times.Finally. I finally had all of my mates together. Yeah, that lasted an impressive two seconds and now one of them is gone...

Cold, fine drops of rain fall softly on my cheeks as I emerge from the darkness of the ship's interior to the gray, overcast sky of the main deck. Pulling my dark pea coat tighter to my body, the wind lifts red tendrils of my hair. I walk slowly to the railing overlooking the water. I catch my first sight of the Irish coastline; its craggy landscape makes me shiver in dread...

Freed from her neurological condition and the suffocating attention of her parents, Kira is a whole new woman, literally. And now she’s on tour with her favourite band, travelling across foreign countries and recording what she sees with the gorgeous Marlow by her side...

I'm like a snowball rolling downhill. That's the first thing that pops into my mind when I try to explain my life. I don't know exactly 'what' I am, but I do know who I am. At least...I did. Sometimes life sends things your way that upend everything you thought you knew, and then slings you in another direction without any sort of harness or warning...

Imp accidently set my incredibly witty and ridiculously sarcastic blurb on fire.New blurb coming soon!Please note (spoilers ahead)-This book ends on a cliffhanger. To make up for that, there are some super spicy scenes with Ryls and her mates that you won't want to miss! There are also several fight scenes where people are unalived...

Heaven and Hell are after us and I’m yearning for some hot gooey cheese, the smell of marinara, and the heat of my pizza ovens.It’s not safe for my employees if I show up at work, but laying low isn’t my style. When an archangel grabs my demon prince, I’m itching for a fight.As my magical powers evolve, I’m more than willing to go on the offensive, but that isn't what fate intends...

There's nothing more terrifying than a pissed off woman - except the Devil. I'm both.The angels warned me that I should fear their wrath. Theirs? Please! They have no idea who they're dealing with. Not that I really do either, but I'm quickly figuring out that I'm a whole lot more than just an artist...

Twenty years has passed since Raine Baxter became the leader of the a weird mish-mash of supernaturals. Twenty years in which she raised a family, protected her new citizens, and was completely cherished by the men who gave her their love. Raine should be happy. And she was, deliriously so. Except one small thing.She didn't want to be a leader...

I hang my head in sorrow for just a moment when I know I am truly alone. I feel like I’m going to my execution, just as he had said. Then I move forward again. I hop a fence of fieldstone and cross a field dotted with Queen Anne’s lace. Goose bumps rise on my arms as I pass the cluster of windmills that I have seen in a dream...

I'd made the choice to survive Broken House. I'd chosen to live instead of taking the very obvious way out. At this point in my life, I shouldn't have been surprised that somehow living was more difficult than my previous ventures to find a way to die. I mean at least I had my men. Three kings. Three sexy, dominant shifters...

Hi, I’m Alexis Delaney. I’m your average 17-year-old girl. Except I can see the dead. And talk to the dead and help them move on. So..okay, I’m not your average 17-year-old girl. Right now, the Veil is shut off, and the Way is closed. Which means the dead can’t move on, so, they are camping out on my lawn...

I once thought one of my ruthless boys could be the killer I’m hunting. They’re all dark, deadly and more than capable of brutality.But now I’m held by the King I’ve been stalking in the shadows and when I unmask him, he’ll realise he made a huge mistake in taking my brother from this world.My Kings are coming for me, I know that in my soul...

Me and my kings have come as close to breaking as I ever could have feared.Just as we were finding a way to get past our difficulties, the stars have torn us apart...

With my gift coursing through my veins, the tables have turned on the Draven Campus. I’m no longer the Giftless reject, no longer the girl who’s fair game to the other students for daring to run away from my Bonds. But there are bigger problems heading my way. With destiny pushing me closer and closer to each of my Bonds, I’m fighting tooth and nail against nature to keep my distance...

What do you do when the guy you’ve loved since you were fourteen is sent to the most dangerous prison in Solaria for saving your life?Okay, so maybe he doesn’t love me back. And maybe getting sent down would seem insane to some, but I’m Rosalie Oscura, champion underground cage-fighter and alpha werewolf from the infamous Oscura Clan...

I’m no angel… or am I?Nameless. Forgotten. Lost on Earth for centuries with a disembodied voice as my only friend. Protecting the vulnerable without any help from above. No one to explain the rules. Nada. Zip. Zilch.So when High Angelus Gavriel finds me killing a very bad man, can he really blame me? Before I can explain, he drags me back to the place he swears is my home: Sanctuary...

After surviving childhood at the snooty, stuck-up boarding school for budding omegas, I have everyone convinced I’m a dud.My awakening? Never gonna happen. Heat, mates, and a fairytale pack life? Maybe next reincarnation.All I want is to be left alone.I’m invisible, headed to a blissful solo future until the Wyvern Pack destroys my dream of independence...

Nothing will ever be the same again. Our Bonded Group has been torn apart, and the monsters are now the prey. But we’re not going to just wait around for our enemy to strike; the blood on his hands is unforgivable, and the god living inside of me wants her revenge paid in blood. And a thousand souls...

Fight like a man...or a girl disguised as one.I'm a princess disguised as a boy at a supernatural academy. But this isn't any normal school, we're training to be assassins.All I have to do is survive.I didn't count on the 7 foot tall warriors who call themselves Kings. Covered in strange tattoos, gorgeous, and powerful they're like no men I've ever met.They think I'm a pretty boy...

Raine and her guys are back!It's time to settle down, get into the swing of her eternal life. No more life or death-death situations. No more almost kidnappings. No more drama.She's going to reopen the Immortal Cupcake and become a boring member of Dark River for real.Except she can't bake. And there's an ancient vampire leaving her heads and other undesirable body parts on her front step...

Sing, gypsies, sing of your lies... That old song plays in my head, as the world turns around me faster than it has ever turned. Monsters and mayhem. That's become my life. Fear and apprehension. That's become the normal for those around me. Dread and distraction. That's what has interrupted my own personal romance story with my mon-star quad. Vengeance and retribution...

Sawyer Matthews is a retired and presumed-dead assassin. Ripped from her life of shadows and secrets, she’s decided to gamble it all and accept a new chapter in her life—one that may lead to a brighter future. With her first case over and budding relationships with some of her teammates, Sawyer finds herself feeling more secure...

So, I've checked off some life goals and added a few new ones to my list. Goal #5: Get out of hell's belly without letting my ungrateful charges die. Goal #6: Get a new name that's more badass. Goal #7: Stop wasting my breath on lectures and start annoying the quad hell squad every time they annoy me. Fight fire with fire. Ha! Another hell pun. Goal 8: Find out who the hell killed me...

A morte e ritorno.My family’s motto circles in my mind as I look this problem dead on and try to figure it out.I’ve faced worse than this. Survived worse odds than this. I won’t let this failure break me.We have 72 hours to turn this around.72 hours to make a new plan out of the dregs of the old.72 hours until all hope is lost.This task is impossible, but I still like my chances...

My name is Alexis, Lexie to most everyone. And I’m a Necromancer. It’s not as much fun as it sounds but that’s not the problem this time. I haven’t seen anyone but Miles in the last month since New Orleans. Talking on the phone? Yeah. Well, except for Zeke. A few text messages was all I’ve gotten. Until now. We’re going on the guys’ yearly climbing and camping trip...

They say to keep your friends close but your enemies closer; What if they’re one and the same? The stable foundation I thought I’d built in the Sanctuary has been ripped away, and I find myself on the front lines of the war against the Resistance. I might have my Bonds on my side, but there are darker schemes in motion...

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar—at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind.I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits...

They call me The Fox. I’m a thief. I’ve got superhuman strength and the ability to heal life-threatening injuries. Who am I? But more importantly, what am I? When a team of secret agents catches up to me, I finally have the allies and resources I need to chase down some answers. But the deeper we dig into my past, the more danger we find ourselves in. Traps and traitors are behind every corner...

Names have power. Even awful ones.I called myself Feather. But really? I was Useless. So I chose to save Sanctuary, though that meant I lost everything: my majestic sheets, my old name, my fudging body… and my sweet, sexy soulmate, Mikhail.When the super-hot and literally horny Rumple sends me back home, not everyone busts out the confetti...