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Born into a sorcerer bloodline, cursed, and cut off from my power, I was accustomed to being an outcast. For generations, my bloodline carried the weight of a crime committed by our ancestor. But my mother's death changed everything. She left a clue that could prove our innocence: an ancient text hidden deep beneath Nightsbridge Academy. The Academy is a fortress of power, housing the most dangerous incantors and sorcerers, conscripted to keep Horrors and Echoes at bay. And as the last surviving Onyx, I'm owed admission.

The Vampire king's fascination with me has drawn me into a game I'm not sure I can win. I thought I had Ezekiel under control. That his hunger was tempered, and we had an understanding, but he proved me wrong in the most horrific way. This is a game to him, and I'm his latest toy.

There’s a darkness inside me, and it wants to be known. Sometimes there’s a cost to survival, and I’m about to discover mine.

I thought surviving the Hawthorne alpha's wrath would put an end to my trials. I was wrong. I've been marked, branded by mystical forces, and with no clue what's about to happen, I'm going in blind. All I know is that it will be a test of survival. All I want is to find a way out. But as the hours tick by and the Calling gets close, I'm forced to accept that maybe fate can't always be thwarted.

I’ve made it my mission to be useful to my pack. As pack enforcer, I’m fast and strong, but when the time comes to bond with my mate, it isn’t enough. Rejection means lone wolf status and isolation from the pack. But when a package arrives with an unexpected inheritance, the pack that wants to shun me suddenly has a new use for me. Turns out, I’m the proud owner of a house in mysterious territory, rumored to be home to a pack of beautifully twisted shifters. Hawthorne Cove is impregnable to Lycans, but not to a half-human like me.

The showdown at Deadside changed everything. It’ll take us going in separate directions to stop the catastrophes that hover on the horizon. But there’s no anticipating the extra threat lying in wait. It’s been there all along. Invisible. Waiting. And it’s about to pounce.

Sunshine, rainbows and unicorns? Yeah something's gotta give. Kick her while she’s down seems to be the motto when it comes to my life. But this time I’m clawing back. Hard. After the uncertainty and the heartache, I deserve a reprieve, and I’m damn well going to get it. My own personal happy ever after. But what they don’t tell you in the fairy tales is that happily ever after comes with a price. In my case, it’ll likely be one that kicks me in the teeth. Sometimes I bloody hate it when I’m right!

Lilith’s invitation to the Underealm has thrown us for a loop. Impossible to hide from danger if danger has ordered an audience. It’ll be the wedding of the century, an alliance bringing peace to the Underealm, but if Lilith recognises who I am, it could be the end of me. Thank goodness for Cora and her plan - smoke and mirrors and deception.

Actions have consequences, and my actions are about to kick me in the teeth. I’m still reeling from the unthinkable. Lucas is gone. It’s all my fault and if the dominus can’t find evidence that my actions were under duress then the consequences will be lethal. Sanctuary lies with Grayson and his pack, but I’m a rare commodity - a female loup in a world where females are rare - and the other packs aren’t going to back off without a fight. Even if I escape the executioner’s noose, the loup world isn’t about to let me go so easily.

A Reaper who doesn’t reap is like a custard donut without the custard. Pointless. Between getting my ass kicked by Azazel in the training room, avoiding Conah, and verbally sparing with Mal, I’m beginning to get a feel for what it means to be a Dominus Reaper. The guys might not think I’m ready to get out and do my job, but I have a team of reapers relying on me, and I’m not about to let them down. Leadership? No problem. Teamwork? Bring it. It’s time to jump into the fray.

Your dead are our business. Got a loved one who’s passed? Want to ask your dead aunt where she hid that elusive will? Head over to Necro city and look no further than Soul Savers Inc. One day the world was normal, and the next, it was filled with ghosts. And then the reapers came. Blood-sucking hot dudes with wings and wicked scythes. They took control, and now we have a system. Now we have Necro city, the hub of all things untethered.

For Carmella Hunter, a witch blood with practically no magick, being surrounded by powerful friends has taken its toll. For once it would be nice to be the one doing the saving. Stuck in a dead-end job in Piccadilly's favorite bakery, Carmella spends her days making cinnamon rolls and her evenings feeding the homeless, all the while dreaming of making a difference. One huge pastry order for the Covens annual meet and an attack of flu germs leaves Carmella delirious with a fever - too delirious to avoid a fateful bargain with a djinn named Paimon.

Carmella's obligation to the djinn is over, so why does the world feel a little bleaker? There's barely time to ponder before a horrific massacre leaves her in charge of her first case with the IEPEU. Under the watchful eye of the organization's top investigator, and with the help of her friends, Carmella must uncover the identity of the creatures behind the attack and expose the person pulling their strings. If that wasn't enough, her asura power chooses this case to surge to the surface. Now Carmella must quickly learn to master a force bigger than she could ever have anticipated.

The cosmic gods are about to strike, humanity is on the verge of losing its free will, and Carmella Hunter and her friends are the last line of defense. The task of being anchor between the witches and the skein is draining Carmella by the hour, but she isn't one to sit by and let her friends do the work. With the clock ticking toward the eclipse, Carmella is determined to wrestle a plan B into place.

Families are going missing in the city, and investigative operative Carmella Hunter has been tasked to find them. With the public eye on her every move, Carmella must work against a ticking clock to locate the missing humans. When the evidence begins to point to an entirely alien and sinister plot, the government agency Carmella works for is forced to change strategy. Now, Carmella and her friends must go undercover in the hopes of becoming the next victims. But will the kidnapper take the bait? And if he does, will Carmella and her friends make it out alive?

They say fire rained from the sky for seven days signaling the arrival of the monsters. They say humanity fought hard to beat them. They say the celestials saved us. They say a lot of things. Me? I deal in the present. In scouting for useful things and keeping my team alive outside the protective walls of our base. I might not have a fancy monster-killing blade like the Sweepers do, but I've avoided getting my face eaten off so far, so I call that a win. But when my base is taken by monsters, my scout skills are the only thing standing between imminent demise and survival.

An ancient war, a tenuous truce, a delicate balance. Sounds ominous right? It is. The tri-pack collective has existed for centuries—three dire wolf packs bound to the most powerful coven in the world through a single witch born under the thirteenth sign of the zodiac. Through this covenant they keep an ancient threat unlike any other at bay. At the next blood moon, I'll be that witch-bound to the three leaders of the dire wolf packs. Responsible for keeping the peace. That is if I make it to the blood moon alive, because someone is trying to kill me.

Sometimes the mantles we shun are the only ones that can keep us safe. A hidden threat has risen and it’s up to me to stop it. But time isn’t on my side. While war hovers on the horizon in the Underealm, I’m pulled into a pack issue I didn’t see coming. Blood will be shed. Lives will be lost. I just hope my loved ones aren’t amongst the casualties.

I should have died the same night that a monster murdered my grandmother, but I was saved, stolen from my world, and thrown into a realm ravaged by an endless war between ancient gods called Asura. I'm told that I'm a demigod, that there are others like me, brought to this world to replenish their dwindling numbers. They want us to prove we're worthy of ascension and fight alongside them. I don't give a damn about their war. All I want is vengeance on the monster that killed my only family. A monster from their world. And if the only way to kill it is to become a god, then I'm all in.

The Order of Helsing have protected the innocent from the Vampire King's ravenous hunger and cruel games for centuries. He can't be killed. Because this ancient being has no master. Once every century he rises from his vampiric sleep to feed, and the Order assigns an operative to watch over him. This century, I'm that watcher. I can't say I'm thrilled. I have a disgust for suckers, so babysitting vampire royalty is not on my to do list. But when the Order says jump, you don't ask why.