Mad Annie Series by Kahaula

I don’t have very long before the darkness takes over again so let me introduce me ke Aloha, I’m Anaokapo! Though, no one calls me by my real name anymore. The news used my nickname and now all I’m known as is Mad Annie, the mass murderering abomination. It kind of stuck. I wish it weren’t true, but they’re not wrong.But I... Maybe I can be my old self again! I got my first breath away from the whispers and insanity raging through me in beautiful Zagreb, Croatia... moreI don’t have very long before the darkness takes over again so let me introduce me ke Aloha, I’m Anaokapo! Though, no one calls me by my real name anymore. The news used my nickname and now all I’m known as is Mad Annie, the mass murderering abomination. It kind of stuck. I wish it weren’t true, but they’re not wrong.But I... Maybe I can be my old self again! I got my first breath away from the whispers and insanity raging through me in beautiful Zagreb, Croatia. I don’t know how I got here, but a nice older couple took me in after my nightly murder spree. Or was it after some raunchy sex? Either way, their little restaurant is my safe haven.See, I’ve lost everything.The worst was losing my sanity. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve woken up covered in blood and gore. Not knowing where I am, what I did, or how I got there. The only bright spot? I think I’ve finally found a way to carve out moments of clarity.Hukihuki, dark miasmic energy, is attracted to me like I’m a walking black hole. I’m so saturated in it that I’ve become something... other. I don’t know what I am and it scares me to think about it. I’m not strong like my friend Maka or smart like Kels, but I am doing my best.Positive attitude, right?(This is a high steam, slow build why choose/Polyamory Romance involving a woman constantly teetering on the edge of insanity. See Foreword for any/all TWs & CWs.) less

6 years.I stopped fighting the darkness inside me and embraced it. Loss has kept me separate from the world, but it has also given me purpose: killing.I’m not who I was. That woman died along with the three people that saved my soul and changed my existence for the better. They taught me to trust myself—to become my darkness. The hukihuki, dark miasmic energy, whispers its secrets to me. It leads me to the worst of the worst. They can hide from everyone else, but they can’t hide from me... more6 years.I stopped fighting the darkness inside me and embraced it. Loss has kept me separate from the world, but it has also given me purpose: killing.I’m not who I was. That woman died along with the three people that saved my soul and changed my existence for the better. They taught me to trust myself—to become my darkness. The hukihuki, dark miasmic energy, whispers its secrets to me. It leads me to the worst of the worst. They can hide from everyone else, but they can’t hide from me.I’m one with the night, but I’ve picked up a couple of shadows on my trail.Henri Luca Serra has built a career on my exploits and those who think they’re as dangerous as me. One of the few joys left to me is messing with Interpol’s famous Chief Consulting Director of the Apex Supernaturals Division. Probably why Luca loathes my existence. Rek, whoever he is, has become my personal stalker. Everywhere I go he eventually shows up. One kiss and he was hooked. Too bad for him I’m not interested.I live to punish. To take out the untouchable or unseen evils that taint the world. What else could I live for when the only man I’ve ever loved is dead and I can’t join him?(This is a high steam, slow build why choose/poly/reverse harem involving a woman constantly teetering on the edge of insanity.)**Reader Heads Up: graphic sex, blood/gore, and mental health issues for the female lead. She deals with her situation and PTSD in her own way** less