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A shuddering, thrilling urban fantasy series

The Reign of the Occult

The Occult Series Book 1

by Lauren Louise Hazel

Genre: YA Urban Fantasy

The Reign of the Occult is a shuddering, thrilling, urban fantasy for Young Adults. Filled with hair raising chases through shadowy streets, frightening fights and mind-blowing magic, it's sure to keep many a different genre loving reader happy.

The battle between the Underworld, full of darkness, and the Overworld, full of light, has been evenly balanced for millennia. Caught between them is the mortal world, where humans have become so afraid of a magic they cannot understand or control that they allow the Occult to rule them. After the Occult joins forces with the Underworld, the balance shifts and the Overworld is decimated.

But still, in the mortal world, the magic won’t die. It appears when a supernatural being and a human have a child, like Prue.

This is the first volume in an epic new fantasy series that spans the three richly detailed worlds as Prue, her non-magical half-brother Everett, and all Magic Users, fight to survive. They are being hunted by the Occult, who turn the Magic Users they capture into tools to eliminate their own kind and, eventually, to destroy all traces of magic.

 

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Chapter 1 – Run

“Prue!” Everett gasped, unable to disguise the desperation in his voice. His legs were aching, his lungs burning, and his heart was pounding erratically in his chest – a reminder that, despite everything, he was still alive.

Maybe not for much longer.

He wheezed, attempting to inhale more air, but from the weakness in his legs, he knew he wouldn’t last much longer.

“Prue! Which way?” he cried, casting a panicked glance at his sister. He imagined he could hear them, the cocking of their guns, drawing near. Every flicker of movement in the streetlight, every sound, felt magnified, as though even the shadows were poised and ready to pounce.

“Both ways are blocked,” Prue replied at last, her feet pounding the pavement beside Everett, faltering only as they approached the junction. She frowned, eyelashes fluttering, and clenched her fists, her nails leaving angry red indentations in the palms of her hands. She was very pale.

“What are you talking about?” Everett gasped, slowing to a canter.

“Nothing is certain.”

Everett, while used to his sister’s cryptic remarks, was not in the mood for games. “That’s not helping!” he cried, skidding to a halt as they reached the turning. He cast a glance over his shoulder. “Are we going left, or right?”

Prue froze and her eyes did too, as they often were when she saw things nobody else could. “I told you,” she said, in a detached tone. “Both ways are blocked.”

Everett cocked the gun he’d held loosely in his palm, trying to ignore the way it slipped slightly in his grasp, dampened by his sweat-slick skin. “Does that mean we’re dead either way?” he asked, with a carelessness he didn’t quite feel. He checked his ammunition, if only to busy his shaking hands, knowing it would probably make little difference in the end. Maths had never been his strong point, but he knew one gun against hundreds were never favourable odds.

“They’re coming,” Prue informed her brother, although she did not meet his eyes. She was staring into the blackness at the other end of the street; Everett followed her gaze, but as always, saw nothing.

“Where—?” he began, before freezing. He couldn’t see, only hear, the rapid pounding of footsteps along a cobbled street. Low at first, the sound was growing louder, clear in the otherwise silent night. The hairs on the back of his neck were standing up in warning. “Ok, you’re right,” he conceded, in a generous tone, “They’re coming! No foresight needed for that. Which way do we go?”

Prue shook her head, dark hair clinging to her bowed face, her eyes crunched in concentration. She was covered in sweat.

“Wait— wait—” Everett muttered, in a panicked breath, realising his sister was going to be of no help. He could see them now, shadows moving in the darkness, emerging at the end of the street. The Officers of the Occult. He shot three times in quick succession – one, two, three – and something must have found its mark, from the strangled cry of pain that followed. They were still alive, then. Good.

Everett had only a moment to feel relief before the others swarmed. They were closing in on them. Although in range, they had yet to fire a single shot; as he expected, their aim was to capture, not to kill.

“Something is changing,” Prue said from beside Everett. She clutched her head, fisting her fingers into her hair, as though physically trying to remove something from her mind. “Another factor is clouding things. His choices are unclear. He’s conflicted already.”

“Prue!” Everett cried, trying to pick something of use from her incoherent ramblings. He pushed her sideways, behind the wall of a garden and out of sight – at least for the moment. They were running out of time – the Officers would be upon them in less than a minute, and then there would be no escape. “Pick a way! Which way has more chance of survival?”

Prue gazed up at the sky, but she was seeing nothing. “Left,” she replied at last, “Maybe he will spare us.”

Without taking a second to contemplate what his sister might mean, Everett grabbed her slippery hand and pulled, turning a sharp left, the Officers of the Occult temporarily vanishing from view. 

The Queen of the Underworld

The Occult Series Book 2

The Queen of the Underworld is the second novel in the award-winning The Occult Series by Lauren Louise Hazel.

Following the fall of The Occult and its Head, Prue receives visions of The Queen of the Underworld—a powerful Demon who was once overthrown by her allies and exiled from her homeland—rising in its place.

Prue sees that the Queen is connected to Prue’s best friend, Lily. This leads Prue and her half-brother, Everett, on their mission across worlds to destroy the Queen and save their friend. But nothing is what it seems.

The Queen is ready and waiting for them—and she will stop at nothing to secure her future and wipe out anyone who opposes her.

 

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Lauren Louise Hazel is a Cyber Security Manager by day and writes YA fantasy by night. She has one annoying brother and younger sister. As she was growing up, the only item her dad would buy her without demanding her pocket money was books. He’s hoping the writing is successful so he can get a Ferrari!

Some of Lauren’s favourite books and influences include the classics – like Lord of the Rings and The Hunger Games – and anything by Haruki Murakami and GRR Martin.

 

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Where loyalty shatters, legends are forged.

The King’s Fall

The Broken Crown Saga Book One

by Orlan Drake

Genre: Epic Fantasy

A Gripping Tale of Royal Betrayal and Hidden Romance

When darkness falls on the kingdom of Ardanthia, readers will find themselves caught up in a story where nothing is what it seems. Princess Eloise faces impossible choices as murder and betrayal tear her world apart. Her secret love for the Prince of Caladorn adds another layer of danger to an already deadly situation. This isn't just another royal romance - it's a heart-pounding adventure where love and loyalty clash in the most dangerous ways possible. You'll feel every moment of tension as Eloise walks the razor's edge between duty and desire.

 

Mystery and Investigation That Keeps You Guessing

Sir Cedric Blackthorn brings detective skills that would make any crime solver jealous. His brilliant mind works to solve puzzles that could save or destroy an entire kingdom. As Ambassador Zafir arrives with hidden motives and Baron Gorgo schemes from the shadows, every character becomes a suspect. The investigation twists and turns through palace halls filled with secrets. You'll find yourself trying to solve the mystery alongside Cedric, picking up clues and second-guessing every revelation. The chase scenes will have you on the edge of your seat as our heroes race against time through a kingdom ready to explode into war.

 

Fantasy Adventure That Brings Legends to Life

The Broken Crown Saga starts with this incredible first book that mixes political drama with fantasy elements that feel fresh and exciting. Secret groups work behind the scenes, pulling strings that control the fate of nations. The world-building draws you in completely, making you believe in a place where magic and politics dance together in dangerous ways. This story proves that sometimes solving one crime can prevent an entire war - and that the most important battles happen in the shadows.

 

For readers of David Eddings and Terry Brooks, this sweeping tale of betrayal, magic, and destiny will leave you breathless.

 

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The kingdom of Ardanthia is on edge. A king under pressure. A princess who has been quietly holding the court together while her father's grip loosens. A foreign prince she cannot publicly acknowledge. And circling them both, the hulking ambition of Baron Gorgo, Warden of the North, who wants the throne and has never bothered to hide it. The entire court has been summoned to the Great Hall before dawn, and no one has been told why. What happens next will change everything.

 

At the centre, beneath the highest arch, stood the twin thrones: one, elevated and gold-chased, draped in banners of Ardanthian blue; the other, darker, lower, built for a shadow-king or a regent. Every eye flickered to them, hungry for some sign or herald.

It was the heavy tread of Baron Gorgo that split the hush. He entered first, shoulders squared, the black of his uniform a violence against the room's pallor. His boots left muddy imprints on the pale runner, each step a small, deliberate desecration. At his right strode King Leofric, features set in a mask of such stony resolve it seemed a death-mask forged while the body still lived. The King's eyes did not so much look as penetrate; his gaze scythed the room and left a path of abject silence.

The two mounted the dais together. Gorgo remained a half pace behind, the subordination as hollow as an echo, while Leofric paused a moment, breath gathering, eyes closing for just an instant. Then he opened them, and the hall belonged to him.

"My loyal subjects," he began, his words a blade so honed that they barely vibrated the air. "You have been summoned this day not for pageant, nor for the petty resolutions of our rivals, but for the preservation of the realm itself."

A shiver ran through the crowd, a ripple of silk and suspicion, as he continued. "The borders of Ardanthia are pressed from within and without. The wolves of Nerathis circle. Caladorn postures, and the ancient oaths tremble. The time for deliberation is past." He let the words dangle, inviting the terror to fill in their own implication.

Baron Gorgo kept his posture at attention, yet his eyes grazed the crowd, seeking challenge or dissent. None came, but all could feel the burn of his hunger for it.

A movement at the rear, a stir of green velvet and a gasp stifled in the throat. Princess Eloise entered, her face waxen, eyes ringed with the insomnia of too many council nights and too little hope. She wore no circlet, only the severe braiding of her auburn hair and a gown the colour of malachite, shot through with black that mirrored the storm outside. The mass of nobles parted for her, not with the deference owed a sovereign, but the caution reserved for a candle already guttering in its own wax.

From the opposite end, Prince Evander appeared, flanked by Lady Seraphina and a knot of Caladornian aides in deep blue. Evander's face, once a study in sly charm, had gone rigid, each feature bracketed by the effort not to betray anything. His gaze met Eloise's only briefly, but in that moment a strand of tension was drawn between them, visible to every watcher.

The King continued, raising his right hand as if to still even the dust. "In the interest of unity, of the survival of our world, I have chosen to announce a union that will secure Ardanthia against every viper and saboteur."

The crowd, packed so tight the air itself was rationed, waited for the next breath. Leofric took it, then pronounced:

"My daughter, Princess Eloise, heir of this realm, shall be betrothed this day to Baron Gorgo, Warden of the North and Shield of the Throne."

For an instant, the hall was a vacuum. Then sound returned, in the form of a single, rising sob — a gasp that escaped Eloise before she could master it, her hands flying to her face. The ring of the outburst snapped the entire crowd into motion: some nobles applauded, hands meeting in deadened rhythm; others glanced at each other, eyes wide with the horror of the thing; a few hissed, barely audible, prayers or curses against the rising tide.

Eloise, colourless now, tried to step forward, but her legs betrayed her. Her voice, when it came, was ragged. "Father, you cannot…" But the King's hand sliced down, and the words withered in her mouth.

"You will honour this," Leofric declared, "for the safety of our house and the peace of our lands."

Gorgo bowed, the motion more a decapitation than a gesture of respect, and flashed a smile at the massed nobles that said everything of his triumph.

Prince Evander's reaction was not silence, but a single, unfiltered snort of disbelief. His cheeks, usually so adept at containing emotion, flushed dark. He moved to speak, but Seraphina's hand shot out, gripping his forearm so hard that his knuckles went white.

"Your Highness, the peril has grown insurmountable," she whispered urgently, her voice a mere breath against his ear. "You must depart at once."

Evander hesitated, just long enough for the watching crowd to sense a history behind the pause, then turned, wrenching free of her grip, and strode from the hall, head high but jaw clenched. The Caladornian retinue followed, blue sashes glinting in the murk, their faces a gallery of disappointment, contempt, and smothered panic.

On the dais, Baron Gorgo's satisfaction was absolute. He took a step closer to Eloise, his gaze claiming her with the possessiveness of a predator for its wounded prey. "My future Queen," he murmured, just loud enough for her to hear.

She did not meet his eyes.

Behind them, the Mage Auralias stood at the periphery, his eyes dark with calculation. He took in the currents of the room as a mariner reads the surface of the sea: every swell, every undertow, every sign of storm or shipwreck. He watched as the announcement sundered the social order, old alliances shattering, new ones annealing in the heat of the moment.

Twilight’s Dominion

The Broken Crown Saga Book Two

The peace was always a lie. They just didn't know whose.

Queen Eloise of Ardanthia has done everything right. She negotiated the alliance with Caladorn, married the prince, held her court together through blight and borderland attacks and the whispered threat of an ancient secret order. Now, with villages vanishing overnight — crops blackened, livestock dead, people simply gone — she does what any good ruler would do. She sends her best.

Sir Cedric Blackthorn, the precise and principled knight-investigator. Captain Elira, a soldier who has survived too much to flinch at anything. Tomas, a scholar more at home with footnotes than fistfights. Ryn, a street thief from the Saltspire docks whose instincts are worth more than anyone's education. And Auralias — the Court Mage, brilliant and unsettling in equal measure — who brings knowledge of old magic that none of the others possess, and who may be the only thing standing between Ardanthia and the League of the Moon.

Together, they are hunting the League before the League can finish what it started.

What they find will change everything they think they know — about the attacks, the conspiracy, and the true scale of what is being assembled in the dark. There are artifacts, older than any living kingdom, whose power was thought lost to history. There are secrets buried so deep that uncovering them will cost more than anyone is prepared to pay. And there is a question, growing louder with every mile: who, exactly, is the enemy?

Twilight's Dominion is a story about loyalty tested to breaking, courts where every smile hides a calculation, and the particular horror of realising that the enemy has been in the room all along. It is about a queen learning that the peace she built was built for her — and a company of mismatched, battle-worn companions who keep fighting even after the ground gives way beneath them.

Set across mountain fortresses carved from living rock, fog-wrapped port cities, a besieged royal palace, and the treacherous corridors of two kingdoms in collision, this is epic fantasy for readers who like their politics sharp, their magic consequential, and their betrayals earned.

Perfect for readers who love:

*The political intrigue of A Song of Ice and Fire

*The ensemble loyalty of The Lies of Locke Lamora

*The world-building depth of Robin Hobb

*Characters who are competent, scarred, and worth caring about

"There's no certainty in what's ahead. But I'd rather die among friends than watch the world go to monsters."

The Broken Crown Saga:
Book One: The King's Fall
Book Two: Twilight's Dominion
Book Three: Echoes of Kings - coming soon

 

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Sir Cedric Blackthorn has been sent by Queen Eloise to investigate a string of attacks on eastern villages — crops blackened overnight, animals dead, people vanished without trace. He has assembled a team: Captain Elira, the scholar Tomas, the street-sharp Ryn, and the Court Mage Auralias. They are holed up at a battered inn in the village of Riverbrook, pooling what they have learned. Ryn has found a symbol at the attack sites that she recognises from her past. The Court Mage would prefer she hadn't.

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A serving girl arrived with a tray — three mugs of thin beer, a hunk of bread already sliced, a battered tin bowl of what might once have been rabbit stew. She set them down with the briskness of a woman determined not to get involved.

Cedric waited until she retreated, then signalled the others to lean in. "What did you find?"

Elira was first. "Nobody trusts the Queen, or the Watch, but they're more afraid of the thing in the sky."

Tomas nodded, tapping his notebook. "A few remember blue light, but most didn't look up. What they all describe is the shadow."

Cedric cut a piece of bread, chewing while he thought. "Is someone calling it, or guiding it?"

Ryn cleared her throat, the movement dramatic. "I've been thinking about the sigil. The one we found at the granary." She looked around, daring anyone to interrupt. "In Marinth, there were stories about a League, never heard it called anything but that. Supposedly, they could move information, gold, even bodies, without ever being caught. I thought it was just a trade guild myth."

Tomas looked up, interest lighting his face. "Could the League be the League of the Moon?"

Auralias made a dismissive noise. "You're giving too much weight to old wives' tales, Ryn. The League is a legend designed to explain incompetence in the city guard. There's no evidence it was ever real."

"Then why's the sigil match?" Ryn shot back. "And why are you so keen on ignoring it?"

Auralias's expression remained bland, but Cedric noticed a pulse beating at the mage's temple. "Symbols recur, Investigator. That's what makes them useful. Even a street child should know that."

Cedric intervened, keeping his tone calm. "Auralias, what do you really know about the League of the Moon?"

The Mage's lips pressed together. "More than you, and less than I'd like. If it ever existed, it would have been in the days before the Crown outlawed private orders. All records are destroyed, and the only witnesses are centuries dead."

Tomas leaned forward. "Except the sigil is real. And the glyphs at Oakvale match. Ryn sketched them, I checked." He fished in his coat, produced a stained scrap of paper, and set it on the table. "See? The same looping curve, the half-moon mark. Whoever is doing this wants us to know."

"Or wants to make sure only certain people understand," Ryn added.

Elira interjected, "It doesn't matter if they're real or not. If someone's using their symbols to orchestrate attacks, we treat it like a live threat. We set watches and keep everyone out of sight. Tomas, you map the attacks; Cedric, you cross-check with any suspected League activity. I'll lock down the inn, keep the townsfolk from panicking."

Cedric raised an eyebrow at his subordinate, though he appreciated her directness. He looked around the table. "Agreed?"

"Never thought I'd see the day I'd be guarding a village from a bedtime story," Ryn said, flashing a grin.

Auralias turned away, eyes on the fire. "Just remember: stories are dangerous when people start believing them."

The meal finished in silence, each companion lost in their own thoughts. The villagers cast sidelong glances, their conversations stilled whenever the group moved or spoke too loudly. Ryn broke the tension by stealing a second bowl of stew, then made a game of picking out which villagers might have been spies or informants in another life.

Elira stationed herself by the door, hand always resting on the hilt of her sword, eyes never quite still. Tomas worked by lantern, scribbling diagrams and lists and odd runes that might, in another context, have been poetry. Cedric alternated between reviewing his notes and watching Auralias, who stared into the flames with a focus so intense Cedric wondered if he saw something there that no one else could.

Cedric pulled Ryn aside as the others made ready for bed. "You're sure about the sigil?"

"You don't forget a symbol that comes with that many warnings," she said, fierce and certain.

He smiled, in spite of everything. "We'll follow it through, then. Watch yourself around Auralias."

"Always do."

They rejoined the others. Tomas and Elira had staked out bunks at the back wall, with good sight lines on both windows and the main door. Cedric took a spot on the floor while Ryn slid onto the bench nearest the exit, hands folded behind her head.

The last thing Cedric saw before drifting into a restless half-sleep was Auralias, standing at the window, face a mask of moonlight and calculation. The mage's hands were clasped at his back, but every so often, they moved in slow, deliberate patterns, tracing out invisible glyphs that lingered, for just a moment, in the shadows along the wall.

*

Captain Elira waited until the inn's common room had emptied of all but the snoring and the truly sleepless. She stoked the hearth to life, then pulled on her oilskin and stepped outside for a final circuit of the perimeter. The mist had thickened, rolling up from the river in ragged layers that clung to the ground and distorted every light and sound. Above, no moon showed; even the stars were erased.

She made her round efficiently, checking each window, every door latch and bolt. The cold was deeper now, sinking past flesh and into the bone. At the back of the inn, in the wedge of shadow between outbuildings, she paused and listened. The silence was not empty, but heavy, filled with expectation, like the moment before a duel.

It was then she saw the watcher.

A figure at the side of the orchard, a good thirty yards off, where the line of trees met the remains of a split-rail fence. A hooded cloak, pale in the mist, motionless except for the faintest stirring as the fog eddied around it. Elira's hand went to her sword; she let her eyes adjust, waited for the trick to reveal itself, but the silhouette remained.

I am a new author writing under the pen name Orlan Drake, my real name is Chris Hills Farrow.  I've worked as a freelance writer for magazines in the past but have always wanted to write fiction, and after having more free time during the lockdowns, I have made some progress. I enjoy fantasy because it opens my mind to other worlds or ways of life that do not exist in real life, or have ever existed.

 

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What inspired you to write this book? 

The original idea for The King’s Fall came from a murder/mystery game that I wrote for the website Murder In The House. The game involved the murder of the King where there were a only a certain number of people were present from between six and eight people, depending on how many guests.

The main characters of Auralias, Eloise, Evander, Seraphina, Gorgo, Edric, and Voss were already in the game, with one character that didn’t make it into the book.

I expanded on the premise to bring in the ambassadors and all three kingdoms along with the idea of the old empire.

What can we expect from you in the future? 

I am working on the third and final book in this series. After that I’m plotting an outline for a standalone science-fiction novel based around a generational ship that leaves Earth after the planet becomes less habitable.

The first part of the book will focus on the society structure on board the vessel as it nears it’s destination several generations into the journey, with the second part exploring how their society would change as they move to the planet and deal with the colonisation effort, but also the new hierarchy that would inevitably evolve once out of the confines of a spaceship and it’s captain and crew.

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I loved seeing how the characters progressed. Writers often say that the characters take over, which has become a bit of a cliché, but I’ve discovered that it is largely true. Even knowing where the story is intended to go, you have to take the characters personalities and history into account in terms of their reaction to any given events. There were times when I altered my original outline when I realised that certain characters would not behave in a particular way.

The characters also open up other possibilities that at times have led to parts of the book going in a slightly different direction than the one planned. It has resulted in one or two characters becoming more important than their original billing.

Do your characters seem to hijack the story or do you feel like you have the reigns of the story? 

Some of the characters did gain more importance than originally planned, but they didn’t hijack the story completely. Instead they added more richness to the dynamics and also made parts of the planned story more interesting.

What did you edit out of this book?

There was a whole chapter that I remember cutting  that had a lot of court intrigue in it.  I noticed during the re-reading, and when the Editor read it, that it was only reinforcing information that was already in earlier, or sometimes later, chapters. As this particular chapter was now just filler I decided to cut it.

There were other smaller edits made, as is usually the case with books, but this was the biggest one that sticks out in my mind.

Do the characters all come to you at the same time or do some of them come to you as you write?

The characters of Eloise, Leofric, Gorgo were there from the very beginning with the others coming along later as I plotted out the goings on at Silverspire Castle.

Ryn was one of the last characters to arrive, both in the story itself, but also in my thoughts on the book before writing. She has also become one of my favourite characters.

Pen or type writer or computer?

I use a computer because it makes editing a lot easier. I can also keep each draft of my manuscripts, outlines and other materials, and refer back to them, or search for information in them, easily.

What is your writing process? For instance do you do an outline first? Do you do the chapters first? 

I start with a general outline of the idea I have. I gradually expand that into an outline and eventually into chapters, which is where I try to sort out the pacing of the book. The outline also helps me to follow the various plot threads to avoid plot holes or inconsistencies. My editor does this as well while reading the finished manuscript, but I try hard to get it as right as possible first time.

No matter how much planning you do, I doubt that many people, if any, have ever written something of these lengths without further edits or issues being noticed by an editor. Sometimes you can be too close to a project to notice plot holes. It’s very easy to edit something out and forget to keep one vital piece of information that is needed later in the story.

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Title: Demon Throne

Author: Debbie Cassidy

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Reverse Harem

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Nothing brightens up a Monday like finding out you’re the spawn of Satan

The big bad is dead and now Satan’s spawn must fight for the Morningstar throne. I’m tossed into the ring, whether I want to be there or not.

I’m mostly human, a hunter by trade, and totally outmatched by my half siblings. The chance I’ll survive these tests and claim the throne is slim.

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It’s only a matter of time until I’m next.

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