Shadestar
Ghostville pretends to be peaceful-sweet little monster suburbia where vampires sip ethically sourced blood and zombies mind their business. Everything stays perfectly boring... until Zander crawls out of the shadows like a walking contradiction with fangs and that "don't-look-at-me-but-actually-look-at-me" aura. Seventeen, half-vampire, half-zombie, fully dangerous. The town freaks. Monsters who haven't agreed on anything in centuries suddenly unite to whisper the same thing: hybrids are bad news. They're not wrong. Because then Nightshade shows up.
Another dangerously sweet but sassy seventeen-year-old hybrid with a pulse like a war drum, eyes that dare anyone to challenge her, and a smirk sharp enough to slice through the town's fake peace. She spots Zander, clocks the undead charm, the raw power, the lonely rage simmering under his skin-and she doesn't flinch. She steps closer. She chooses him. That's the moment Ghostville should've panicked. Together, they spark like a match dropped in gasoline. Too similar, too dangerous, too magnetic. They don't want to fit in. They don't want approval. They want the truth beneath Ghostville's perfect mask-and they want to tear it wide open. Two hybrids. Zero apologies. A town full of monsters holding its breath. Nightshade and Zander aren't just here to exist. They're here to make Ghostville's dead heart start beating again-fast, loud, and out of control.