Godless Heathens Series by Jordan Grant

Leave humanity at the door. Only godless heathens survive here. — Saint —. Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god... moreLeave humanity at the door. Only godless heathens survive here. — Saint —. Chryseum Reformatory Academy aka the Asylum. This is where the rich send their screwed-up sons and daughters, delivering them to a prison in the Catskills of New York. The Asylum doesn’t cure. It camouflages, protecting old money from apples rotting on the family tree. They call me a psychopath, a lunatic, unhinged. But here, I am god. Now, say your prayers at the door, pet, because this is my senior year, my school, my world. Even God doesn’t step foot here. — Willow —. I didn’t want to off myself, not really. I wanted help. I wanted someone—anyone—to listen. But I’m just a flesh-and-bone cry for attention. Now, my father’s shipped me here, where evil and old secrets seep through the cold, stone walls. An inky-haired guy with a devilish smile offers me protection, but his price is high. Wear his collar. Be his pet. Give myself to him, body and soul. Author's Note:. Bloody Savage God is a 400+ page, dark academia gothic romance recommended for those 18+. It features mature themes including, but not limited to, an incendiary heat level, bullying, branding, collaring, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. Please read the content/trigger warnings carefully before reading, available either through the Look-Inside feature or on the author’s website (linked on her Amazon author page and TBA soon). less

We are lords over a savage land. — Gabriel —. It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl... moreWe are lords over a savage land. — Gabriel —. It’s my senior year at the Asylum. After this, it’s either college or padded walls for life. They say fake it until you make it, and I’ve gotten really good at faking it. Well, I was really good, until she came along. A blonde transfer student with a sharp tongue and a superiority complex makes me want to see her insides. They call me a sociopath, a maniac, unbalanced. But here, I am king. Repent your sins and beg forgiveness, baby girl. Prayers won’t save you from me. — Avery —. I never expected my parents to deliver me to this hellscape. They want this place to cure me, to make me into a good girl, to save me from starvation. An arrogant creep with dead eyes made me his target instead. He’s sick and twisted, and I’m tired of his games. He says he’ll stop if I go with him to the basement, to the place forbidden and kept under lock and key. Everyone knows, though, you don’t go down there and come out alive. Author's Note: Wicked Vile King is a 400+ page, dark academia gothic romance recommended for those 18+. It features mature themes including, but not limited to, an explosive heat level, bullying, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. Please read the content/trigger warnings carefully before reading, available either through the Look-Inside feature or on my website (linked on my Amazon author page and TBA soon). less

We are godless heathens. We are kings. And we will never be dethroned. — Killian — It’s spring semester, my last at the Asylum. Hydrotherapy. Electroshock. I’ve tried all the fringe methods. Still, they call me a sadist, a sicko, deranged. In here, though, I am lord. I found the new girl on her knees in the campus chapel. She must not have heard. Salvation is dead. Kneel before me, sweetheart. — Millie — I shouldn’t be here. I’m not sick. I’m not like these people... moreWe are godless heathens. We are kings. And we will never be dethroned. — Killian — It’s spring semester, my last at the Asylum. Hydrotherapy. Electroshock. I’ve tried all the fringe methods. Still, they call me a sadist, a sicko, deranged. In here, though, I am lord. I found the new girl on her knees in the campus chapel. She must not have heard. Salvation is dead. Kneel before me, sweetheart. — Millie — I shouldn’t be here. I’m not sick. I’m not like these people. I made a mistake. I want to go home. A guy found me in church today. He cocked his head and asked me what I was doing. Then, he stole a kiss so he could taste my pain. I don’t like it here. I don’t belong. I promise I’ll be a good girl, daddy, if you let me come home. Author's Dirty Savage Lord is a dark academia gothic romance recommended for those 18+ . It features mature themes including, but not limited to, an explosive heat level, bullying, and, like my other novels, struggles with mental illness. This book is the final of three standalone novels in the Godless Heathens universe, each of which takes place at Chryseum Reformatory Academy and features one of the three lords of the Academy (Saint, Gabriel, and Killian). Reading the other books in the series is not necessary to enjoy this book. Please read the content/trigger warnings carefully before reading, available either through the Look-Inside feature or on my website (linked on my Amazon author page and TBA soon). less