It was a normal Halloween party until the cult crashed it.

I expected beer kegs and douche-bros trying to grind on me. I didn't expect blood, chanting, and a twisted ritual.

It turns out our college is home to the Cult of Nightmare—criminals and creeps who worship the living embodiment of traumatic dreams. The goddess herself transformed fifty college students into our Halloween costumes. And bound us to her command.

Now, our little town of Ford's End is overrun with witches, ghosts, sexy nuns—and me, the bride of death.

See, Nightmare has a bone to pick with the other gods, and she's using us to do her dirty work.

There's just one problem: Death, who shows up with his two lieutenants, Misery and Torment, to claim what's theirs.

Their bride. Me.

A killer just made Blake Hall, home of Rebel “Graves” Falcon, their hunting grounds

And they're picking off residents one by one

The killer is either ballsy or just plain dumb, because with Rebel determined to find them they're a hundred percent dead. No one messes with Rebel's family of unhinged criminals and lives to tell the tale.

Reunite with Rebel and her mates in this epilogue novella, where there's a killer loose in the grounds of Blake Hall and everything is not as it seems..

I'm an assassin, not a saviour, but if saving the world requires a little murder, I'm your girl

Okay, so killing the titan of time isn't exactly a little murder, but I'm a mercenary and assassin. Even if it pushes me to breaking point, I won't stop until I see the monster responsible for torturing my mates take his last breath.

Kings final stand, titans last breath

A hellborn angel will deliver death

The prophecy tattooed on my back says I can end him, and a dangerous cocktail of magic is gathering inside me, but Cronus won't go down without a fight and he knows how to crush me, heart, body, and soul.

Nightmare wants me broken, and shell use the men I love to break me.

Death. Misery. Torment. The three gods I was cursed to marry when a cult took over my med schools Halloween party. Ive experienced each one of those traits in the past week: the death of my best friend, the misery of being unable to save him, and the torment of knowing the murders are far from over.

Nightmare thinks shes won. Shes driven a Cat-sized wedge between Death, Miz, and Tor, but I refuse to let that power-crazed psychopath win. But Fords End is more dangerous than ever, and with no way off the island, my surviving friends and I have no choice but to obey Nightmare and plan her downfall in secret.

But Nightmare has planned this game for hundreds of years and she has more than one trick up her sleeve, with more cruel surprises for me. Byron isnt the only person helping her torment us.

If Im going to survive, Ill need all three of my deadly husbands. The only issue? Two of them hate me, and the other isnt sure his feelings are real.