Spellcaster Wild Card — Nikki Jefford

Win the game. Change the world. Winning the show means living forever. It is the golden ticket to fame, fortune, and a place among the vampire elite. Being remade isn't on my wish list. I like being me, and with nearly a million online followers, it's working. My parents and big sister are the do-gooders in our family who want to make the world a fair and just place for all humans and paranormal creatures. I just want to finish high school and keep doing what I do best—sharing hair and beauty tips while discussing Spellcaster and how the show's vampire judge Malachi Rayne is the hottest male on the planet. Then, life as I know it ends. There are evil forces who will stop at nothing to maintain world dominance—indefinitely. It's hard to care when I've become dead inside and out. After my family is violently attacked, the host of Spellcaster insists I audition for Season 13. For the first time in the show's history, they want to represent every species of paranormals. That's me now. Not human. Not vampire. Not the class of creature anyone EVER cheers for. This season's prize is power beyond anyone's imagination. It is the kind of reward that contestants and their sponsors would kill to possess. Let the other contestants and judges underestimate me. They can gossip all they want about the hotshot wizard and the alpha werewolf behaving as though I'm another prize to be won. And if Coach Malachi can't handle a bold influencer with abilities, then he can suck it. I preferred watching him from the other side of the screen. He's about to discover that Haylee Hutchins is a force to be reckoned with. The whole world will. Someone thought they could silence my family for good. Instead, they created a monster. I'm still here, and I am much harder to kill.