In the sprawling metropolis of Los Angeles, where dreams and nightmares intertwine beneath the relentless California sun, there exists a world hidden from mortal eyes. It's a realm where shadows come alive, where the whispers of centuries past echo through modern streets, and where creatures of myth walk among the unsuspecting masses. This is the domain of the vampires, an ancient society thriving in the very heart of the City of Angels. As twilight descends upon the city, painting the sky in hues of lavender and gold, the nocturnal denizens of Los Angeles begin to stir.

As she’s thrust into a world of vampires, werewolves, witches, and imagination, she soon questions everything she’s ever known about New Orleans, life in the French Quarter, and most importantly—herself.

With Lady Sophie's husband still warm in his grave, and her reputation stained from being unable to produce an heir, the last thing she expects is her father to arrange a rushed wedding. The groom is none other than General Kasten, the illegitimate son of the King. The same man who is feared and hated by the entire realm. Still, she has been trained to be a dutiful wife and accepts her role without complaint. Yet how can she hope to be the spouse she is expected to be when the General is frequently absent and seems to be hiding dark secrets that cause her curiosity to burn?

In a world where Elves reign supreme, humanity teeters on the brink of collapse, ravaged by a sinister drug that sows chaos and despair. Rosanhi, a spirited human girl, is drawn into an ancient prophecy through a fated ceremony, unraveling hidden truths about her lineage and a love foretold by destiny. As she navigates a realm brimming with peril and enchantment, her fiery romance with an enigmatic elf becomes a beacon of hope against an encroaching darkness. Embers to Flames is a tale where not all princesses need a prince, but they sure are nice to have around.

Dray Sinclair will inherit the world one day. The devil in Prada has no use for masks—not at Bluestone. I should be among them, the Snakes, the future kings and queens of this world. But I am ostracised, a deadblood— And I pay the price for that everyday. I have one goal I cling to: Finish my senior year... I just need to avoid Dray Sinclair at all costs to do it. At Bluestone, Dray Sinclair sheds that mask moulded for high society, drops his disarming smiles, and when I stare into his eyes through the tears of my own, I see the depths of his darkness. I see the emptiness looking right ...