Elizabeth King
Maybe missing while hiking was code for they got eaten by monsters...
The Nymue Hannok Novels
From the Moonborn World
Nestled in the sleepy little town of Hollows, far away from the drama of other covens and the struggle for magical supremacy, Nymue Hannok has carved a little slice of heaven aside for herself. No worry about her secrets being found out, and no remnant of the things she left behind three years ago. However, Hollows has its own secrets too, waiting to swallow up any unfortunate soul that looks too closely.
Hidden amongst the darkness the fae call home, and the town locked in a power struggle between werewolf and vampire, Nymue must navigate a world more treacherous than she ever bargained for.
“Maybe missing while hiking was code for they got eaten by monsters?”
Missing person’s photos were common in Hollows, it wasn’t just the untamed nature that surrounded the little town and how easy it was to get lost in it; but the dark things that bumped in the night within those trees too. When the faces of the missing turn from nameless human strangers, to those of her friends, people of the supernatural inclination, Nymue Hannok must face a darkness within the town that just might rival her own.
Nymue lost it all three years ago, and fled through the fire and death that had surrounded her since birth to Hollows, hoping for a new life. Hoping for a chance to keep her secrets buried, and forge a path of her own making without having to look over her shoulder.
The darkness within Hollows won’t let her keep that peace though. When the bodies start piling up, it becomes clear some dark magic is afoot; but as one of only two practicing witches in Hollows, and the clear outsider, eyes turn towards her and she must clear the evil to prove she’s innocent.
Jasper, the Hollows Pack one and only submissive werewolf is assigned to ‘protect’ Nymue after a brush with the monster she claims is killing their kind. But there’s something else about her, he can smell she’s hiding something big. And he has every intention of finding out all the secretes his little witch thinks she’s hidden.
The dark voices whispered, calling from the shadows. “Use me,” they said with wicked promises.
Nymue Hannok has always run. Three years ago she fled the worst night of her life and found herself in the sleepy little town of Hollows, Maine. But Hollows has its secrets too, and the workings of the dark witch Esmeray — whom Nymue lost so much to just one month ago — may have some unforeseen consequences. Dipping her toes into the shadows has severed Nymue’s connection to magic, and the new ley lines she and Esmeray created have locked what is most precious to her, her shop, to Hollows. Unable to move her hut, Nymue finds herself stranded in the town where too many things know just what she is.
When a dead fae turns up in the woods, everything gets more complicated. The wolves and vampires are at each other's throats and she’s got to figure out what’s killing creatures dangerous enough to make the Lord’s quake in their boots, before the Gannon decides to offer up wolf pelts to the local sídhe to save themselves the backlash of the fae.
Wynter Neilson’s never been sure of anything in his life, he didn’t even think he’d make it to twenty-five. Well, technically, he didn’t. It’s not often people get second chances, even as one of the supernatural. But as Nymue’s chevalier he’s certain of one thing. He’ll keep her alive. Even if she insists on running headlong into danger without her magic, without him, and flailing her pretty little arms at the monsters that want to gobble her up, just to get their attention better. Because he cares for her.
He’s no fool, he sees how she looks for two-toned eyes in the room, feels her mourning a love never requited, never explored through their new soul bond. But that person is gone, and he’ll pick up the pieces they left shattered on the floor because she is worth every moment, every smile, he can wriggle out of her.
“Nym stop.” The voice was only a whisper, gruff and pained. But it sent a shiver through my whole frame. Jasp—
