Sins of the Fallen Series by Monica Corwin

Raven Vesper eats sins for a living. It's a nasty gift—one that comes from angel blood gone sour in her veins over seven generations. She can crack open divine contracts like rotten fruit, swallow the sin whole, and shit it out before it kills her. In a world where humans scrape by with candle magic and folk charms, where real power costs your soul or your sanity, what Raven can do makes her a threat. The angels want her dead for it... moreRaven Vesper eats sins for a living. It's a nasty gift—one that comes from angel blood gone sour in her veins over seven generations. She can crack open divine contracts like rotten fruit, swallow the sin whole, and shit it out before it kills her. In a world where humans scrape by with candle magic and folk charms, where real power costs your soul or your sanity, what Raven can do makes her a threat. The angels want her dead for it. So when seven letters arrive at dawn, each sealed with blood-red wax and bearing the mark of the Seven Houses, she knows exactly what they a noose, tightening. Her grandmother's debt—five years of service to the angels of sin—has come due. The old woman's corpse is barely cold, and they're already at the door, collecting. Croesus, the Angel of Greed, doesn't make requests. He makes acquisitions. He rules the House of Gold like a king presiding over his own mausoleum—everything he touches turns precious and dead. When Raven walks into his domain to pay what's owed, he expects another broken thing to add to his collection. Another soul to drain dry. What he gets is a woman who looks at him like he's a disease she's deciding whether to cure or cauterize. She doesn't flinch when he speaks. Doesn't kneel when he commands. And when she absorbs the sins of his victims—takes their greed into her own body and lets it claw through her like barbed wire—he sees something flicker behind her eyes that he hasn't seen in a thousand hunger that matches his own. She should run. She doesn't. Seven years stretch ahead of her now. Seven Houses. Seven angels, each more venomous than the last. But as Raven works in Croesus's shadow—breaking contracts, stealing souls from rival collectors, learning exactly how deep the rot in Heaven goes—she uncovers the truth her grandmother died Someone is hunting the angel-blooded. Killing them. Harvesting them. And the seven angels of sin—beautiful as poisoned honey, brutal as winter—are either her only chance at survival, or the ones sharpening the knife meant for her throat. She'll find out which soon enough. If she lives that long. The first book in a dark reverse harem series where the real monsters wear halos, magic is paid for in blood, and sometimes the only way to break a curse is to bind yourself to seven devils who were once one god. less

Raven Vesper killed an archangel. Now she's bound to seven angels who hate each other. Croesus, the Angel of Greed, did the unthinkable: he released her early from her contract. The fastest way to freedom is through all seven Houses, he said. The fastest way back to him. He doesn't know she can feel the others now. All of them. Six more angels tangled in a binding that was supposed to save her life—and might end up destroying everything. Seraph, the Angel of Pride, doesn't do subtle... moreRaven Vesper killed an archangel. Now she's bound to seven angels who hate each other. Croesus, the Angel of Greed, did the unthinkable: he released her early from her contract. The fastest way to freedom is through all seven Houses, he said. The fastest way back to him. He doesn't know she can feel the others now. All of them. Six more angels tangled in a binding that was supposed to save her life—and might end up destroying everything. Seraph, the Angel of Pride, doesn't do subtle. Six wings of white-gold, a palace of marble and mirrors, and an ego that makes God look humble. He's Heaven's fallen warrior, perfection incarnate, and he wants Raven for one thing: to make him look good. Break contracts that threaten his reputation. Clean up his messes. Be his champion in a war between Houses that's getting bloodier by the day. And definitely, absolutely, stop thinking about Croesus. But Raven's drowning in the binding. She can feel Croesus's jealousy burning gold across the distance. Feel Seraph's arrogance masking desperate loneliness. Feel five other angels she barely knows watching through the connection, waiting their turn. She came here to survive. Not to be the rope in a celestial pissing contest. Because someone's still hunting angel-blooded humans. Someone powerful enough to make bodies disappear and cover it up across multiple Houses. And her grandmother didn't just stumble onto this conspiracy. She was executed for it. Two angels circling each other. One sin eater caught between them. And a bond that's only getting stronger. The House of Ruin is waiting. And Seraph plays for keeps. less

She's bound to three angels. One of them is lying. Raven Vesper survived the House of Ruin. Barely. Now she's sheltering in someone else's domain with two angels who can't stand each other, a wound that won't close, and the knowledge that Heaven didn't follow through on its ultimatum—which means it's planning something worse. Idris is the angel of envy, and they don't have a face. Not one that's really theirs... moreShe's bound to three angels. One of them is lying. Raven Vesper survived the House of Ruin. Barely. Now she's sheltering in someone else's domain with two angels who can't stand each other, a wound that won't close, and the knowledge that Heaven didn't follow through on its ultimatum—which means it's planning something worse. Idris is the angel of envy, and they don't have a face. Not one that's really theirs. Three thousand years of stolen features, borrowed voices, everyone else's lives worn like costumes. They slip into Raven's mind like silk and see everything she's hiding—the wanting, the grief, the names she won't say out loud. Then they call it beautiful. She doesn't know how to defend against that. But the House of Regret has a long memory. Its mirrors don't show you what's there. They show you what could have been. And while Raven fights to hold herself together, someone inside their walls is feeding everything she knows straight to Heaven. The bloodlines her grandmother died to protect aren't just disappearing. They're being erased. And Raven is starting to understand why her name was always going to end up on that list. Three angels, one traitor, and a House built from everything she wishes she could forget. The House of Regret is waiting. And Idris sees every lie she tells herself. less

Raven Vesper has three angels bound to her soul and four more waiting their turn. The bonds aren't fading. They're getting stronger. She can feel Croesus's jealous hunger across the distance. Seraph's wounded pride. Idris's lonely curiosity. Seven threads pulling tighter every day, connecting fallen angels who've spent millennia hating each other. Kael, the Angel of Wrath, doesn't do subtle. Six-foot-five of scarred muscle and barely controlled rage... moreRaven Vesper has three angels bound to her soul and four more waiting their turn. The bonds aren't fading. They're getting stronger. She can feel Croesus's jealous hunger across the distance. Seraph's wounded pride. Idris's lonely curiosity. Seven threads pulling tighter every day, connecting fallen angels who've spent millennia hating each other. Kael, the Angel of Wrath, doesn't do subtle. Six-foot-five of scarred muscle and barely controlled rage. Every inch of him covered in burn marks from his own uncontrolled fire. He radiates heat that makes the air shimmer, and when he's angry—which is always—things ignite. He was Heaven's general once. Now he's the executioner of the damned. And he wants to teach Raven how to fight back. Training becomes sparring. Sparring becomes something else. She's drowning in bonds she didn't ask for, feelings she can't control. The others feel it through the bond. Every touch. Every desperate gasp. Every moment she stops fighting what she wants. But the truth about the Morningstar is starting to surface. And it's worse than murder. Worse than missing souls. Four angels. One sin eater. And a secret that will rewrite everything they thought they knew about the Fall. The House of Fury is waiting. And Kael doesn't believe in mercy. less