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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.

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.

No one said being bound to three dire wolf shifters and a possessive malevolent spirit was going to be easy. Fighting all the emotions that come with the connections is even harder. Thank goodness for my spot on the Elites team. Setting my focus on honing my powers and building my stamina by running with the wolves takes my mind off the fact that there are three original vampires out there somewhere, gagging for a taste of my blood. I can't worry about them right now.

There's an arctic chill on the horizon, and I'm headed straight into it. My friends are missing, and the Sons of Adam may be responsible. It's an obvious trap to snare me. Still, sitting back and allowing others to take the lead is the hardest decision of all. I'm a woman of action, and waiting isn't my strong suit. But knowing Jasper and Conah are on the case helps. It's the smart choice, right? But when my connection to Jasper suddenly dies, waiting around is no longer an option.

Everything I thought I knew about my world has been shattered. The only constant are the four Monsters keeping me and my people safe. My only comfort in my grief is Bastian, the last of my team. And our only certainty is that we need to find the pieces of the relic and put it back together. As Shem and I work together, I find myself dropping my guard around him. He's lethal, single-minded, and unyielding, and he's the only one that can help me put my world back to rights. But the road won't be easy, and trust comes at a cost.

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.

Still reeling from the loss of a treasured relationship, I'm thrown into a fresh vat of revelations. Turns out, I'm not just a regular demigod, but one who has royal asura blood in her veins. As the last of the royal lineage, I have a claim to the throne. I can change things. I can make a difference. I can free the drohi and all the beings that the gods have under their control… If the throne accepts me.

Death's grip is strong, but my will is stronger. Revelations, loss, and chaos loom. But like always, I'm not about to let any of that keep me down. I'm a woman of action who believes in solutions, except the losses that challenge me now may not have quick fixes. I'll have to give up more to regain what is lost. Make new promises to keep the people I love. And when it's all said and done, even that may not be enough. The storm that's been brewing is hurtling toward us, and this time I'm not sure there is a tether that can keep us grounded.

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.

Nothing brightens up a Monday like finding out you're the spawn of Satan. The big bad is dead and now Satan's spawn must fight for the Morningstar throne. I'm tossed into the ring, whether I want to be there or not. I'm mostly human, a hunter by trade, and totally outmatched by my half siblings. The chance I'll survive these tests and claim the throne is slim. Then someone starts assassinating my siblings. It's only a matter of time until I'm next.

When the path to victory passes through Hell, all you can do is put on your walking boots. Shem's actions ripped out my heart, but they also bought us time to find the final relic piece. I'm at a loss as to where to look until an encounter with a powerful being promises answers and aid. All I need to do is find my way to Gehenna, the place humans know as Hell. As paths diverge and new goals are set, I know in my heart that this is our last chance to put our world to rights. Our last chance to make Shem's sacrifice count.

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.

I honestly thought things couldn't get any worse. I was wrong. Now I'm forced to defend my enemy to protect what's dearest to me. Forced to trust the very thing I've been fighting against. I can't do this alone, and if I play my cards right I won't have to. Everything has led to this. All the threads are coming together, and the pieces of the puzzle are slotting into place. Question is, where do I really fit in?

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.

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.

There's no place for a half blood at the gargoyle table. I've been a shameful secret all my life. Shunned by my pureblood gargoyle father to keep up appearances. But it never mattered because I had Romi. My half-brother. My best friend. My true family. Until death took him from me. They say it was an accident. I say that's bull. They're hiding something, and the only way to get to the truth is to step into Romi's world. Stonehaven Academy is where Romi worked with his elite guard to hone the next generation of warriors, and it's where I'll find my answers.

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.

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.