The Nocturnal and Fae Prison Academy Boxset
The complete series
Margo Ryerkerk
& Holly Hook
Contents
Wicked Nobles
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Cruel Elites
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Vicious Royals
1. Onyx
2. Thorsten
3. Onyx
4. Onyx
5. Onyx
6. Onyx
7. Onyx
8. Onyx
9. Onyx
10. Thorsten
11. Onyx
12. Onyx
13. Onyx
14. Onyx
15. Onyx
16. Onyx
17. Onyx
18. Onyx
19. Onyx
20. Onyx
21. Onyx
22. Onyx
23. Onyx
Savage Monarchs
1. Thorsten
2. Onyx
3. Onyx
4. Onyx
5. Onyx
6. Thorsten
7. Onyx
8. Onyx
9. Onyx
10. Onyx
11. Onyx
12. Onyx
13. Onyx
14. Onyx
15. Onyx
16. Onyx
17. Onyx
18. Onyx
19. Onyx
20. Onyx
21. Onyx
22. Onyx
23. Onyx
24. Onyx
Disgraced Fae
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Reluctant Fae
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Rebellious Fae
1. Virgie
2. Onyx
3. Onyx
4. Virgie
5. Virgie
6. Virgie
7. Virgie
8. Virgie
9. Virgie
10. Virgie
11. Virgie
12. Virgie
13. Virgie
14. Virgie
15. Onyx
16. Virgie
17. Virgie
18. Virgie
19. Virgie
20. Onyx
21. Virgie
22. Virgie
23. Onyx
Wrathful Fae
1. Virgie
2. Virgie
3. Onyx
4. Virgie
5. Virgie
6. Virgie
7. Onyx
8. Virgie
9. Virgie
10. Virgie
11. Onyx
12. Virgie
13. Onyx
14. Virgie
15. Onyx
16. Virgie
17. Onyx
18. Virgie
19. Virgie
20. Virgie
21. Virgie
22. Virgie
23. Onyx
24. Onyx
25. Onyx
26. Virgie
27. Virgie
28. Onyx
29. Virgie
Dark Legacy by Margo Ryerkerk
Dark Legacy Excerpt
Cursed Academy by Holly Hook
Cursed Academy Excerpt
About Margo Ryerkerk
Books by Margo Ryerkerk
About Holly Hook
Books by Holly Hook
Wicked Nobles
Nocturnal Academy Book 1
1
My heart pounded with excitement as I grabbed the crispy manga from the bookshelf and hurried toward my hiding spot—the foreign literature shelf, which was rarely frequented by customers or the bookstore sales people. They didn’t appreciate cheeky non-paying visitors like me. As I crossed the store, I stared straight ahead, avoiding all eye contact. No one stopped me, and I exhaled with relief as I reached the end of the shelf. I sank into the soft carpet, my back against the wall, my legs pulled up. I flipped the first page open, ready to discover how Sakura was going to get out of the mess she had gotten herself into last time. Sakura stared up at me in her dog form, and for a moment, I wondered what it would be like to be a shifter, to have a community who cared about you and kept you safe.
“He’s totally a fae,” a whiny girl said on the other side of the shelf, and I stiffened until I realized the girl had said, “he.” She wasn’t talking about me. Still, how did she know that fae existed? Most teenagers were clueless about the existence of supernaturals unless their parents were high ranking government officials or company moguls.
“If you’re so sure, we should turn him in.” The second girl giggled, and I balled my fists. How could they talk about handing someone over to the vamps as if it were a game?
The click of sharp nails against a phone followed, and then the first girl exclaimed, “Ten grand! He’s worth ten effing grand with that amount of magic.” The other girl clapped, but the first shushed her. “Not so loud, or he’ll run away.”
My gut contracted. Certainly, they weren’t planning to actually go through with this. I leaned over to peek around the shelf. The two girls came into view. They were my age, probably high school seniors, but that’s where the similarities ended. Unlike I, they were fully human and loaded. Their elegant leather bags, stackable bracelets, and highlighted, blow-dried to perfection hair screamed wealth. Yup, their parents definitely worked in the government or were some high-ranking businessmen.
“We could use the money for a little summer getaway.” The girl on the left lifted one eyebrow.
The one on the right grinned. “Daddy cut me off after I totaled his
car, but he said nothing about me having to stay here over the summer if I got the funds. Ugh, I need to get away from these stupid mountains. Cabo San Lucas, here we come.” She sing-songed the last sentence.
The first girl waved her suggestion away. “Mexico is roasting this time of year. How about L.A.?”
Bile rose in my throat. They wanted to condemn a fae to a life of slavery for a stupid vacation?
“Should we call the SD?” The first girl typed away on her phone, probably searching for the Supernatural Department number, which most people thought was the Security Department. My blood turned to ice. They were actually going through with this. Unbelievable! How could people be so ignorant and cruel?
“First, we need to make sure he’s really fae.” The two girls stalked away on their heels, and I rose, following them before my brain could catch up. What the hell was I doing? Sure, what they were about to do was wrong, but I needed to stay under the radar. I might not have magic, but my slightly pointed ears still gave away my half fae heritage. My hand flew to my hair and the beanie cap I used to hold it down against the wind, checking that my purple strands were still covering my ears.
The girls stopped in front of a toy shelf, peeking over stacks of board games. Since when had bookstores become places where people stocked up on games for their children? I craned my neck to see what they were watching. Or who, I should say. A blond boy, no older than eight, sat on the ground, examining a Lego set that was supposed to make a forest. A small hole in the back of his shirt revealed pale skin.
I swallowed hard, knowing that just like me, the boy couldn’t afford what he was admiring. If you wanted more than the basics, you needed to be part of the system and accept your role as the vamps’ slave. I searched around the kids’ section for the girls’ victim, but he was nowhere in sight. A wave of sickness rose into my gut and as I watched, one of the girls poked the other in the ribs.
My breath hitched as the child, unaware he had an audience, put the set down and swirled his hands through the air. No, he wasn’t! I groaned inwardly as twines sprouted from his fingertips, recreating what he had seen on the lego box. Tiny leaves unfurled as he held his hands up to the image, making sure that everything matched.
He was their victim. A child.
The girls exchanged open-mouthed glances and stepped aside, vanishing behind volumes of reference books. They would dial the SD. Within ten minutes, the kid would be snatched up by vamps. They would never let him have a normal childhood, especially since power such as his was rare in the human world. They’d probably put him straight to work. My nails dug into my palms as my pulse roared in my ears. I couldn’t stand by and condone child slavery.
So I did the stupidest thing I could have done. I got involved.
I put the manga down on top of some history books, walked around the other side of the game shelf, and leaned down beside the boy.
He snapped his gaze up at me and the twines curled back into his fingers with a soft whisper.
“Follow me,” I whispered.
His huge brown eyes met mine. “What? Why?” He wasn’t scared enough, nowhere close.
“The vamps are about to pick you up. Don’t use your magic in public, ever.”
His brown eyes grew even wider, and his lip trembled. Damn, I was going all wrong about this. I had to get him out of here before he started crying. I pushed my hair back, showing him my ear. “I’m fae too. Please, trust me. I’m trying to help you. But we need to hurry, or we’ll both get caught.”
He nodded, and I threw my way too large hoodie over him, hiding his hair, then pushed him in front of me, hoping my body would hide him as we exited the store.
“Yes, we’ve spotted a UF,” one of the girls was saying into her phone, using the acronym for Unregistered Fae. “Yes, he’s alone. He has magic, and he’s barely out of diapers. We’re at Book Worm on Washington Street.”
It took everything within me to continue walking and not break out into a run. We were almost by the door when one of the girls said, “Where did he go?”
“Probably got bored with the Lego set and decided to read a kid book.” The girls’ heels clacked away from us as they went deeper into the store while I shoved the door open, smelling the sweet summer air. The sidewalk bristled with people, rolling carts of belongings, bags of bottle return cans, and even the occasional dog.
Police sirens and blue-red light raced down the street towards us. My stomach turned. The SD had lots of vehicles, including police cars, and I had no doubt that the officers advancing were coming for the boy next to me. My heart leapt into my throat as I pulled the boy down a side street, and then another one, taking a few turns until we were far enough away from the bookstore that it would take the vamps' police force more than fifteen minutes to find us. I didn’t stop until we reached a pair of homeless tents nestled in the alley. Neither were occupied at the moment as their owners were likely out, collecting cans or holding up signs at a street corner.
“Where do you live?” I regretted my question immediately. Full blooded fae couldn’t lie, and this boy likely hadn’t learned the sneakier ways around the truth.
“A few blocks from here,” the boy replied vaguely, handing me back my hoodie. “Thanks.”
I smiled. “Good. Never tell anyone your address and keep your magic to yourself.” I touched his blond hair, pulling it as much as I could over his ears. “You need to grow this out.”
He sighed. “That’s what my mother said as well.”
“Where is she?”
His lips turned downward. “Working as always.”
I exhaled. Day work meant she was a maid or servant. Good. That was much less dangerous than some professions.
“Will you tell her what happened?” His lower lip wobbled again, and I quickly shook my head.
“I won’t, but you have to promise not to go back to the bookstore. It isn’t safe.” He didn’t look convinced, so I kneeled to be on his eye level. “The vamps will look for you there, now that they know it’s your hangout. Find a different place or even better, stay at home.”
His mouth turned downward, and I hated telling this young boy to spend his life in hiding. But what other choice did we have? It was either hide or be a vamp slave.
“Can you find your way home from here?” I asked.
“Yes, I’ll be fine.” His face went serious, and he was no longer a boy, but a young fae aware that this world was a cruel, dangerous place. He pivoted and began walking away.
“Be careful.” I watched him leave, knowing that offering to walk him home would only put us both in danger. If we wanted to escape the vamps' notice, we needed to blend in, act human, and never ever hang out with other fae. The best thing I could do for this boy was to never see him again.
The boy reached the end of the street when he turned around. “What’s your name?”
I hesitated for a beat, ready to force out an untruth, and then fury gripped me. The vamps had already taken too much from me. I wouldn’t give them my identity as well. “Onyx.”
“Thank you, Onyx.” With that, he turned the corner, and once again, I was alone.
2
It was during my long walk home to the projects when a sense of dread crept into my gut like a coiled snake and made the space under my chest its home.
I’d never told my name to a complete stranger before, human or fae. Just like the boy’s mother, mine always warned me it was best to keep my hair long, keep to myself, and never, ever tell someone my name or God forbid, where I lived. At least I had a human mother I could hide behind who worked long hours at a local burger joint and not in some vampire mogul’s house. My fae father, whoever he was, had left my mom pregnant eighteen years ago. I had him to thank not only for the target on my back, but for leaving us struggling to pay rent and put food on the table.
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