検索キーワード： ナレーター "Jennifer Sterling" すべてのカテゴリー

Anaya is a Firn, a spirit guide to living souls and guardian of the Divine Plan. After lifetimes of practice - not her own lifetimes, but those of the souls she stood beside - Anaya has finally caught the attention of the Powers-That-Be and is one of the most respected spirit guides in the afterlife realm of Lemayle. Anaya receives terrible news while trying to wrap things up with her most recent soul.

Despite having what I consider to be a stellar disposition, I've acquired a laundry list of enemies. Narrowing it down won't be easy. But one thing is for sure: Whoever it is knows what I am and won't stop until I'm dead or behind bars. Out of options, I must delve into the supernatural underground I've tried so hard to avoid in search of help. Feeling more lost than ever before, I must own my truth to save myself. I'm not human. My kind no longer exist. I am...the last Valkyrie.

Their hallowed halls are ruled by the Alphas, Betas, Omegas, and Deltas, but this year, there is change in the wind, and if there’s one thing the officials don’t like when it comes to their precious Ironside Show, it’s change. Isobel Carter—the only Sigma to be accepted—is the first sign. But there are others. A sudden influx of rare Alphas will turn academy life, and Isobel’s life, upside down. She might be the lowest rung on the ladder, but in order to survive, she will need to make her mark. She will need to climb.

She started at the bottom, and now she’s near the top with everything she never wanted, but the Ironside Show doesn’t care, because she’s just become one of the most interesting students at the academy, and everyone seems to have big plans for her. The only thing the Ironside fans can’t decide on is which Alpha she looks best with, because of course it all goes back to them.

All my life I’ve known I wasn’t the same as everyone else. That I wasn’t normal, whatever misconstrued version of the word you wish to use. While the other children were running about, playing on the jungle gym and minding their own, I watched as my third-grade teacher stood silent near the swing set. Had I not witnessed her gruesome death in my dreams the night before, I may not have been able to handle the trauma to my young mind.