I never set out to build a universe. Not really. I just wrote one story — and then another. And then a side character wouldn’t shut up. A location from one book showed up in another, changed and haunted. Magic bled between timelines. People loved each other across lifetimes, grudges, and graveyards. And somehow, all of it began to orbit a place I didn’t even understand at first: the Nemeton.
The Nemeton Universe wasn’t born from a master plan. It was grown — layer by layer, scar by scar, scream by scream.
This universe isn’t clean or easy. It doesn’t follow simple rules. It’s packed with contradictions: found families made of fractured people, romances tangled in trauma, small towns where the dead don’t stay quiet. It’s a place where witches exist beside werewolves, banshees scream souls across the Veil, and magic doesn’t come with sparkle — it comes with cost.
At its core, it’s a shared world — a sprawling, interconnected setting where every story, whether it’s a trilogy or a short standalone, takes place in the same mythically fractured reality. You’ll meet recurring places like the town of Caulden, where a supernatural massacre still casts long shadows, and feel the ripple effects of magic in cities like Boston or Moon Lake City.
Some stories happen in the same year. Others cross generations. Characters might never meet — but their choices still echo through each other’s worlds.
In the Nemeton Universe, magic isn’t a system to be mastered—it’s a wound the world can’t stop reopening.
The Nemeton itself—a sacred, sentient grove—doesn’t just store power. It remembers. It keeps secrets. It watches. And sometimes, it punishes.
The universe might be soaked in supernatural rules, but those rules are mostly written in blood and grief.
Because I needed it.
Because I had too many stories in my head, and some of them refused to be silenced.
Because trauma doesn’t always get tied up neatly, and grief doesn’t obey plot structure.
Because wolves need packs, and witches need circles—and I needed somewhere to put the ones who didn’t fit either.
You’ll meet kids who carry too much. Parents who failed. Lovers who leave. Monsters who want to be good. People who scream instead of cry.
And if you’re lucky, you might find a story that feels a little too close to home—and a world you want to wander longer than you expected.
Welcome to the Nemeton Universe. Just be careful where you step. The Veil is thin here.
Found family, fractured magic, and the thin line between survival and surrender.
They were just kids when they met—one too quiet, one too loud, and one who made them feel whole. Now one of them is gone, and the other two are still standing. Barely.
The Veil is thinner than ever. The dead don’t rest, and neither does Caulden—the town where everything began and nothing ever truly ends. Diana and Dakota return, older, broken, and bonded in ways they can’t name. He never wanted to be an Alpha. She thought she didn’t need physical love. They were both wrong.
Their past won’t let go. Their future won’t wait. And this time, there’s no one left to save them from themselves.
They thought they were just survivors. The truth was never that simple.
The seven Halloran siblings grew up on the edges of the world—grieving, ordinary, human. Or so they believed. Orphaned young, they clung to each other, surviving a childhood no one else would’ve walked away from. But blood remembers what the mind forgets, and eventually, magic came calling—for each of them in its own way.
One awakens as a banshee. Another falls in love with a creature of myth. One by one, they cross the Veil, not always willingly. The Halloran name doesn’t come from power or legacy. It comes from pain—and the impossible bonds that grow in its shadow.
This saga isn’t about destiny. It’s about defiance. About finding love in strange places, and becoming something more than human when being human nearly broke you.
Some cities never sleep. This one never stops grieving.
New York is a city of ghosts — some literal, some emotional, all impossible to outrun. At Locke Solutions, a private investigative agency where every case touches something broken: a missing person, a lingering soul, a truth that won’t stay buried.
Each book in The Mourning City Series follows a different investigator—each deeply, unnervingly connected to death. A banshee who screams souls across. A resurrected man who shouldn't exist. A death witch who can still hear the last things people said before they died.
These are standalone stories, but they share more than a setting. They echo with the same pain, guilt, and desperate hope. In this city, magic doesn’t come with wands—it comes with grief, and sometimes, it brings you back just to break you all over again.
Real-world issues like grief, trauma, identity, and abuse are deeply woven into the character arcs — even when magic is present. These stories are about people first, powers second.
Modern settings with supernatural communities — wolves, witches, banshees, and more. Magic bleeds into the everyday world.
Disappearances, murders, hidden pasts, and ritual killings — solving the mystery often requires crossing the line between life and death, or tracking secrets buried under generations of silence.
Love here is rarely simple. It’s messy, charged, and deeply tied to identity, power, and fate — often layered with longing, denial, soul-deep bonds, and taboo attraction.
Wolf packs, bloodlines, full moons, hierarchy, and instinct. Stories focus on the complexities of pack life, alpha succession, emotional loyalty, and sometimes literal animalistic urges.
Witches in this universe wield elemental and emotional power, often at high cost. Magic isn’t whimsical — it’s deeply tied to blood, sound, sacrifice, and secrets.
Across stories, broken characters find new families — packs, households, tight-knit circles that defy blood ties. This universe thrives on chosen bonds stronger than fate.
Characters battle not just enemies, but themselves — guilt, grief, trauma, compulsions, intrusive thoughts, and manipulation are constant threats from within and without.
Supernatural communities don't just are — they fight for territory, legislation, and survival. Political tension simmers beneath the surface of every magical negotiation.
No one’s clean. Past sins, buried truths, and inherited curses ripple through generations—some characters are born with the weight of choices they didn’t make.
Weddings are supposed to be magical. Mine? More like a disaster waiting to happen. One minute I’m planning the event of the year, the next I’m standing in for the missing bride, marrying a werewolf Alpha—who just happens to be my boyfriend’s older brother—under a blood-red moon.
When Ronan’s fiancée vanished, the pack needed a quick replacement to avoid scandal. Lucky me, right? The human girlfriend of his little brother. The plan? Fake the vows, keep the peace, and go back to my old life. Easy.
Except nothing about this is easy. Now I’ve got strange new powers stirring inside me, visions I can’t shake, and an Alpha who’s acting like this marriage is more than just for show.
And trust me… it’s about to get way more complicated.
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