Blood and Roses

Trauma, amnesia, and a shocking family massacre. Anastasia Gastillo wakes to a world she no longer recognizes, haunted by a past she can't recall. As she navigates a high school where everyone seems to hate her, and a town shrouded in secrets, a chilling truth emerges: the same forces that destroyed her family might still be after her. Will uncovering her own dark past lead to answers, or unleash a monster she never knew existed?

Blood and Roses

Trauma, amnesia, and a shocking family massacre. Anastasia Gastillo wakes to a world she no longer recognizes, haunted by a past she can't recall. As she navigates a high school where everyone seems to hate her, and a town shrouded in secrets, a chilling truth emerges: the same forces that destroyed her family might still be after her. Will uncovering her own dark past lead to answers, or unleash a monster she never knew existed?

Rain lashed against the hood of the Mercedes AMG, a steady drumbeat that should have been soothing but only amplified the unsettling quiet in Anastasia Gastillo’s mind. Nothing brought peace anymore.

Her aunt, oblivious, hummed along to the radio, a wide smile splitting her face. How could she be so happy? Two weeks ago, her sister, Anastasia's mother, had been murdered. That was why Anastasia was here, fresh out of intensive care, wounds still tender from the 'witch doctors' who'd healed her. Everyone called her 'lucky,' but Anastasia didn't agree. Luck had nothing to do with this.

She was Anastasia Gastillo, an Omega of the Grimsborrow pack, or town—really both. Her family had always been moneyed, a name that meant she’d never known want. Until now.

Two weeks ago, she'd woken to a nightmare, and the world hadn't made sense since. The memory, a jagged shard in her mind, replayed: the blinding light, the agony of breath, the paralyzed limbs. Then, the horrific sight of her elder sister’s severed head, hair soaked in crimson, eyes wide and empty. A wave of dizziness, and then, darkness. Now, only the relentless rain and the passing trees offered any distraction from the chilling questions that had no answers.