Tora never asked to be a Lunos and he certainly didn't ask for three mates. *** As the weakest member of his house, Tora has always been a lone wolf. He's never been the smartest, the bravest, or funniest and is bullied until the last day of summer before the new school year starts when he's thrown off a cliff into the ocean surrounding the island of Kailea. Unable to find the urge to swim, he lets himself drift until he's suddenly thrusted to shore and brought back to life surrounded by the most dangerous boys on the island, the Crimson Triplets. Making a run for it, Tora hopes they never notice him and blends into the crowd at school. But blending in is difficult when at least one of the deadly highly trained assassins is in his class. A triplet threat of Tiger shifters bred and raised to take over the island's warrior pack known as The House of Crimson. The triplets stick together, rarely seen with anyone except each other and it's even been rumored the silent yet extremely intimidating Alpha Galen has never spoken a single word. Beta Casper's aggressive nature has him constantly getting into fights with the wrong crowds. Beta Micah is the defender of the trio, unafraid of speaking his mind when it comes to his brother's defense. But what happens when the island's powerful brothers are mated to an omega and one of them becomes pregnant?

"I'm venom, baby. One bite from me and you're dead." RANKING: NUMBER 1 IN #HYBRID [6/27/2020]

Brennan Kipling is hanging by a thread. After a wave of trouble gets him sent to Constance Academy, nicknamed Conversion Academy by its students, all it will take is one more incident to ruin his future. But Brennan realizes he can't kick his problematic habits as easily as he'd like to when he gets roped into Beckett Townsend's crew. The rebellious group of friends like to sabotage and torment the abusive staff of the Academy. With the headmaster's son hot on their heels to put an end to their rebellion, Brennan might be in for more trouble than he can handle.

Kaz Warrick is a thief. Aaron Kizziar is unstable. The two make a dangerous combination, but that doesn't stop Aaron from dragging Kaz deeper and deeper into his heart-pounding world. Kaz knows Aaron is prepping him for bigger and bigger theft jobs, but he just can't bring himself to pull away from the manic boy. Under layers of cruelty, Kaz is sure he can see a genuine heart in Aaron's chest, and he's unable to walk away when he has a real shot at reaching that vital part of Aaron. (Cover made by Grand_)

When Killian's parents find out that he's gay, they decide to send him to Constance Academy in hopes of fixing him. Nicknamed Conversion Academy, the brutal school is known to the students for it's harsh methods implemented to change their behaviors. Kaz Warrick is a problem student who gets a kick out of pissing off the faculty of the Academy, drawing Killian into his outrageous schemes. Killian quickly comes to realize that he's in over his head as he and his classmates fight a battle against the staff that's trying to break their spirits and change who they are. Cover by: @_ebonyjayne

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.