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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.

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.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

The Powers that rule Morningstar believe death is a game, and my siblings and I are the unwilling players. The only way to be free is it to destroy the ascension contracts. So, I'm headed into the demon realm to convince the princes to do just that. I won't be going alone. I'll have Artimus as a guide, a bodyguard provided by the Duke of Flame, and my siblings. I know we can do this.

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.

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!

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.

The last thing I expected from death was a second chance. I've been altered and now I'm a threat to Morningstar. If the forces working against me have their way, then I'll be dying again, and this time, they'll be no coming back. The clock is ticking, and I'm not sure I'll be able to get out of this situation alive. Hidden truths, secrets, and lies surround me. I hate all three. It's time to pull back the veil and reveal what's lurking behind it.

We're no longer in the demon realm and clicking my heels together won't get us home. One powerful thought somehow transported us away from a river of lava and into a land of icy winds and devastation. One powerful thought saved our lives. But a celebration is on hold while we focus on survival because there is no escape. Not unless the princes come for us. The trials are over. A monarch must be chosen. But if the princes don't find us soon, there'll be no one left to choose from.

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.

Our enemy almost trapped us. We were lucky to get away, and now it’s our turn to lay a trap for them. The truth about the graynites isn't the story we were told. And now, if we’re to survive, we must weave a story of our own. Lies and subterfuge will be our weapons, so ensuring we have the right allies is paramount. Only a select few can be trusted with the truth. The road ahead is shrouded with uncertainty. The only thing we can be sure of is the present, and I’m determined to spend that time with my mate. But how can I bask in joy when my happiness breaks another goyle’s heart?

When the tiniest slip can unleash the darkness, every choice matters. The taint is about to make her final play. I just wish she wasn't holding all the cards.

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?