The Order of Ravens and Wolves Series by T.L. Hodel

Logan Hudson was a whole lot of sin wrapped up in heartache.I was the son of the devil.The spawn of the boogeyman.Darkness was my domain.I didn’t just thrive on the pain and misery of others, I craved it. Fed on their screams and tears.And I wanted hers the most.Shelby Grace. My walking, talking wet dream. So sweet that she made my teeth hurt.But I’m cursed. Everything I touch rots at the core. I should stay away from her. Leave her alone to live her innocent existence. Except I can’t... moreLogan Hudson was a whole lot of sin wrapped up in heartache.I was the son of the devil.The spawn of the boogeyman.Darkness was my domain.I didn’t just thrive on the pain and misery of others, I craved it. Fed on their screams and tears.And I wanted hers the most.Shelby Grace. My walking, talking wet dream. So sweet that she made my teeth hurt.But I’m cursed. Everything I touch rots at the core. I should stay away from her. Leave her alone to live her innocent existence. Except I can’t. Because there’s one thing darkness is meant to do…Corrupt the light.I know I shouldn’t go down this road. Logan Hudson was a bad idea with worse consequences. The pretty boy with a charming smile and a list of conquests a mile long.But how do I resist the devil when he’s always there? Tempting me with sparkling green eyes and wicked smirk.It was impossible to hate him. And trust me I was trying.Because it wasn’t the monster I was afraid of. less

Parker Whitley wasn’t the golden boy everyone thought he was.I played the part of good son, exceptional student and led the football team to victory year after year. The prodigal son and Ashen Springs golden boy. The town worshiped the ground I walked on and my parents praised me. But at night I watched her. The beautifully weird girl I saw in the school yard.Lana Crawford was my kryptonite. I wanted her so bad my body ached every time I saw her... moreParker Whitley wasn’t the golden boy everyone thought he was.I played the part of good son, exceptional student and led the football team to victory year after year. The prodigal son and Ashen Springs golden boy. The town worshiped the ground I walked on and my parents praised me. But at night I watched her. The beautifully weird girl I saw in the school yard.Lana Crawford was my kryptonite. I wanted her so bad my body ached every time I saw her. All my mother would’ve seen was the color of her skin. So, I stayed away. Decided to spare my tempting siren the wrath of Lillianna Whitley. Until that night.Now there was no going back. Fuck what everyone else said, it was time to take what was mine. Sweet little Lana thought she could fight me. Keep me away. There was one thing she didn’t know…Every Whitley had a demented side.Parker Whitley was the boy I dreamed about. I watched girls fawn over the football star and wished he’d look at me like he did them. I was stupid. One beautiful night destroyed my naïve teenage vision of him. The only thing Parker Whitley cared about, was Parker Whitley.But I couldn’t escape him.He left me with something. A piece of him I couldn’t bring myself to give up. Because despite how he acted, I couldn’t shake that night from my mind. He showed me something that he didn’t show anyone else. His true self. The version of him I dreamed about.I just didn’t know that he boy of my dreams, would also be the man of my nightmares. less

Silas Creswell was the nightmare I wanted to escape, but kept falling back into.The mind is a beautiful thing.Bullshit.The mind was a toxic waste land of nightmares and misery. My cousin Finn suffered from the plague of memories every time he closed his eyes. His ghosts haunted his every thought, while mine moved in next door.Star Chadwick wasn't the little girl I met on the beach ten years ago. She was broken, beautiful, and pissing me off... moreSilas Creswell was the nightmare I wanted to escape, but kept falling back into.The mind is a beautiful thing.Bullshit.The mind was a toxic waste land of nightmares and misery. My cousin Finn suffered from the plague of memories every time he closed his eyes. His ghosts haunted his every thought, while mine moved in next door.Star Chadwick wasn't the little girl I met on the beach ten years ago. She was broken, beautiful, and pissing me off. My entire life I heard her words when my dad drove me to be better. Do better. Become the best. And now she was here. Taunting me from the window next door.There was one good thing about the voice haunting my thoughts becoming real...I couldn't hurt a ghost.A fresh start, that's what my parents called the move, and that's what I tried to do.I left my past back in England and reinvented myself. Became the person I destroyed. Someone kind and thoughtful. The friendly girl who thought of others.Then I met him.Silas Creswell, my new arsehole neighbor. He hated me more than I hated myself. I fought to keep the old Star away. Fought back my urges to destroy his perfect little life. Except it wasn't just him. The entire town of Ashen Springs was as corrupt and wrong as the people in it.All I wanted to do was save one girl. If Harper couldn't stand up for herself, then I'd do it for her. Because if I'd learned anything from what happened.It was that karma's a bitch.This book contains intense situations. If you are a reader sensitive to such material, please heed the author's warning in the front of the book. less

Mason Kessler was the monster I made him.Forget it and move on. That’s what everyone keeps telling me as if that was a simple thing. But how did I forget someone who use to be my whole world? How did I move on from the unbearable pain of her betrayal? Because I was trying. I searched for a way to make those doe eyes disappear in the end of a bottle. Then I tried to erase her smile with the poke of needle.Nothing worked. Those haunting images were always there, taunting me in the back of my mind... moreMason Kessler was the monster I made him.Forget it and move on. That’s what everyone keeps telling me as if that was a simple thing. But how did I forget someone who use to be my whole world? How did I move on from the unbearable pain of her betrayal? Because I was trying. I searched for a way to make those doe eyes disappear in the end of a bottle. Then I tried to erase her smile with the poke of needle.Nothing worked. Those haunting images were always there, taunting me in the back of my mind. Then I thought why should I move on when I could make her feel the same pain I did? So I became the monster Harper Callaghan accused me of being.I would hurt her.I would crush her.And I would destroy her.Because she killed the one thing I was willing to sacrifice everything for.The girl I loved.You don’t deserve this. That’s what Lana said, but she didn’t know the whole story. Mason Kessler was right. I was a liar. I spun tales so good that the green eyed little boy I was trying to protect believed them. He became the cruel uncaring person I said he was. The monster I created. And I deserved every bit of his wrath.But that’s the thing about love.It dug down deep in your soul, etching into every fiber of your being until you were willing to sacrifice everything just to see them smile. But Mason didn’t smile anymore. At least not at me. The only thing left of that green eyed little boy was a dark void of wrath and misery.I could take the pain and humiliation. The cruel jokes and taunting words were so much better than the truth. As much as Lana and Star wanted to protect me, they couldn’t.Because I knew who the crow in the ravens nest was. less

Preston Whitley was the man the Devil ran from. D’yavol Smerti, that’s what the Bratva called me. I had other names. To the Italians I was the Ghost. The Cartel, The Shadow. For others I was simply the solution to a problem. But for her, I was so much more. Marnie Dupire made a mistake when she confronted me in Chase’s tattoo parlor, but she fucked up when she piqued my interest. It should’ve all come to an end two years ago with a bullet and foil flower... morePreston Whitley was the man the Devil ran from. D’yavol Smerti, that’s what the Bratva called me. I had other names. To the Italians I was the Ghost. The Cartel, The Shadow. For others I was simply the solution to a problem. But for her, I was so much more. Marnie Dupire made a mistake when she confronted me in Chase’s tattoo parlor, but she fucked up when she piqued my interest. It should’ve all come to an end two years ago with a bullet and foil flower. Instead I ended up following her, wondering what else she was hiding. Oh and my Little Bird was hiding a lot. She claimed that I was a dangerous, cold and uncaring monster, and maybe she was right? But I knew who the quiet little church girl really was. I’d not only seen the beast lurking inside her, I wanted to play with it. The only thing more terrifying then a sociopath’s devotion… Was when it turned into love. Don’t draw attention to yourself, that was the motto I lived by. Until Preston Whitley set his sights on me. He had no idea who he was messing with. The greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. But I saw him. I saw them all. So if Preston wanted to play this game with me, fine. There was a saying in chess, a knight on the rim is grim. I’d move my queen and wait for The Order of Ravens and Wolves knight to attack. Before he knew what was happening, I’d have led him into checkmate. One step closer to my ultimate goal. The King of Kings himself. Louis Kessler. And they all came tumbling down. less