Prologue: Darcy
We used to be everywhere. Agents of the Light, that’s what we called ourselves.
What a joke.
We were just as bad as the demons. When you think elves and witches and vampires and necromancers and werewolves and banshees, you don’t think oh they’re the good guys. You think please don’t eat/kill me.
I’m one of them. I am the only one of them left. The demons teamed up with a bunch of humans and we got the Hunters’ League, a group totally dedicated to hunted supernatural races.
My father was the last necromancer. I was born, then 3 months later, him and my mother were killed. I was shoved in a cupboard with a rag in my mouth so I couldn’t breathe. Their butler found me 2 days later after the police inspected the crime scene.
My father’s last gift was a shield charm, so the Hunter’s League couldn’t find me.
Legally, Douglas is my guardian. We have moved around a lot, and now that I am 16, we have moved back to Boston, where I was born.
The official reason is so that the Hunters won’t find me. The real reason is to find who killed my parents.
I am the last person who can take a stand against the hunters…
Or so I thought.
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My Siren's Call
RomanceDarcy Thantos, the last supernatural being alive, finally returns to Boston, the place she was born --and the place her parents died. It's been 16 years, but she finally has a lead that send her straight to a bar, and from there a high school party...
