Vicious Legacies

A brutal corporate-backed coven. A fierce hacker with everything to lose. And the untouchable legacy heir she completely loathes.

Tropes:

✦ Dark Academia & Corporate Occult

✦ Fiercely Competent FMC & Morally Gray MMC

✦ Enemies-to-Lovers & Heavy Power Dynamics

✦ Intense Slow-Burn Tension to High Heat (18+)

✦ Guaranteed HEA / Standalone or Series

"Your tech is dead, Colloway," Alistair blackwood leans carelessly against the copper-lined Faraday wall, his dark eyes tracking the fine, uncontrollable tremor in my hands. In his pale, steady palm, he balances a copper-shielded data case that hums against the background radiation. "I have everything you need to save your rank. But it's going to cost you a date at the country club."

A jolting surge of defensive fury flares in my chest. I want to spit venom in his face. But the monolithic grinding of the vault gears begins. The countdown is over.

"Fine, " I snarl, locking eyes with him. "I'll accept your help and date."

Alistair's expression remains an arctic mask as he slides the asset into my grip. His long fingers brush against my caked knuckles for a fraction of a second. The contract locks in place.

Graduate. "Take back the seat your father built. Never fight for survival again."

Jordan Colloway didn’t come to Alderbridge University for the prestige or the gothic spires. She came for the payout—a high-stakes inheritance that can only be triggered by graduating with an advanced occult research degree.

According to her Uncle Winston, her father didn't just die in an accident; he was the foundational brain behind the very algorithms that built the global empire, Sterling & Vanguard Partners. Now, that dormant, one-third partnership is waiting for her, provided she can survive four years in a university designed to consume its own.

But Alderbridge is a trap, beneath the manicured quads lies a brutal, corporate-backed occult machine where magic is harvested, amplified, and siphoned to fuel the legacies of the elite.

Alistair Blackwood is the second son of the Blackwood dynasty, and everything Jordan loathes. He is entitled, untouchable, and represents the very power structure that keeps her trapped in the lowest tier of the university.

In a school where survival requires total submission, they are forced into a deadly dance of sabotage and desire. She doesn't want their high-society crown, but if graduating from this pretentious hellhole means stripping the Old-Guard coven families bare? She’ll tear through every single one of them to get it.