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We were the terrors of New Orleans...and humanity's only hope. We called ourselves the "weird sisters". Two vampires and a rematerialized ghost. We thought we’d vanquished Asmodeus. But, he's back. He found a new host. And, now he wants to work with us? But, after all I lost because of him, I was more inclined to blast his demonic ass back to hell than accept his help.

You’d think when a plague that threatens all of vampire kind (not to mention the world) is afoot, alerting the Vampire Council would be the responsible thing to do…I was too late…and now the already-possessed council is coming after me. If only I could access the infernal power Edwin brought with him when he bound himself to me in hell…there is one item that might allow me to tap into that power: a flambeaux once made by the Witch of Endor. Unfortunately, the infernal object is guarded by Cajun werewolves and the nasty ghost of a voodoo priestess.

When it came to hunting vampires, I was second to none. Vampires are intelligent. It also means they have predictable patterns. Figure out their habits and I could take care of most vamps and be back in time for breakfast. They’re also image-conscious. But zombies are unpredictable. They run on pure instinct. They couldn’t care less about public relations. Since I’m an elemental, they can’t smell me. It gives me an advantage that human hunters don’t have. But will it be enough? If I can’t stop them, it will mean the end of humanity, the end of the world as we know it.

As if bloodsuckers weren't frightening enough, whatever killed these people consumed their souls, leaving their bodies completely unscathed. The victims had only one thing in common: They were all attacked at my club. But when you mess with my fans, Nicky's fans, well, you'll unleash Nyx and soon regret it. The Grimoire of the Nazarene is still missing. If the Order of the Morning Dawn finds it first, Mina will unleash a legion of angels to wipe out everything she deems unnatural: vampires, witches, me...and good people like me, people in my community.

Annabelle Mulledy survived Kalfu’s attack - one friend saved, another lost in Guinee. But now the vampires are on the rise. Most of them, she can handle without much trouble. But when an ancient, more powerful vampire confronts her - one who is uncomfortably familiar to her - and his apprentice joins her at the Voodoo Academy, she finds she has little choice. Help this vampire arrest and overpower death itself, or risk seeing her sister and parents irrevocably “turned” themselves.

The nanonetwork has been upgraded. I can still access the nanobots...but when I do, it leaves the host unconscious. Transferring their mind into the nanoswarm. Dr. Archimedes Flat is expanding his nanoverse. Collecting minds to craft a new "utopia" forged from collective memory. He believes it's the next step in human evolution. And, if a few people have to die to make it happen, well, in his mind that's nothing more than the survival of the fittest. If I'm going to stop him, I'll have to fight him in the nanoverse itself. But, Flat designed the nanoverse.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds in the war. I became the face of Nanovax.... Then the algorithm identified me as a threat...a terrorist.... Now, I'm on the run and fighting against the very technology that once saved my life...

A vampire in an asylum? That is not going to end well. What in bloody hell were they thinking when they locked me up in the Vilokan Asylum for the Magically and Mentally Deranged? They had to be crazy. And there’s more at stake here then my sanity. I have to get the hell out of here before it’s too late. I have to stop them.

I’m returning to the Vilokan Asylum of the Magically and Mentally Deranged…not to get treated…but perhaps Doctor Cain can help. The world’s original werewolf…and its first murderer. If anyone can help me get a handle on an undesirable shape-shifting situation…it’s him. But there is a coven of bat-shifting vampires with other plans. Surely their appearance and my…acquisition of this ability…isn’t a coincidence. And I can’t help but wonder…am I the one hunting them? Or have the tables turned?

My name's Mercy Brown, but don't let my name fool you; I'm merciless. It had been almost a century and a half since I last encountered anyone from the Order of the Morning Dawn. They were religious fundamentalists with the dual goal of eliminating vampires and witches. Being both a vampire and a witch, I was the embodiment of everything the Order hates. Their first attempt to eliminate me failed. Thanks to the fact that my mentor in the Craft was also a necromancer. When they burned my heart, they didn’t kill me.

Annabelle Mulledy survived a Voodoo attack on her family as a child — but it left her possessed by the spirit of a nearly 200-year-old girl. This girl, however, came with strange abilities bestowed upon her in the afterlife. When Kalfu, an evil Loa, discovers Annabelle, he hopes to use her abilities to his advantage — to escape the spiritual realm and take a corporeal form. When Ogoun, the Loa of War, intervenes, he recruits Annabelle to join him as a student at the Voodoo Academy. Will Annabelle master the arts and fend off Kalfu’s spiritual assaults?

A stiletto heel through a vampire’s heart... Who ever said you had to sacrifice fabulous for functional? Eventually I’d find her, the one who stole my abilities. Now I was stuck like this...in a human body...a male body...I was scared shiftless. I'm out for more than vengeance. I want my life back. But even if I catch her, even if I kill the vampire who ruined my life...can I even take my shapeshifting abilities back? Or, am I destined to stay like this forever?

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

Kataklysm arrives every three thousand years. It's always different, but whatever form it takes, the result is the same—it brings humanity to the brink of extinction. The last Kataklysm...happened three thousand years ago. To save the world from Kataklysm, Tannen seeks an ancient path, once cultivated by the ancestors, long since abandoned and forgotten.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

A local coven is hunting wolf shifters. They're enslaving them, extracting power from their essence...what are they planning? I'm not sure. I would have ignored it...until they captured my...friend. Or is he more than a friend? I don't know. That kiss...I'm so confused. All I know is that I have to save him. One hedge witch facing off with a whole coven...drawing on the power of the wolves...do I even stand a chance?

It has been 50 years since the sun died over Ashathar. Blaike was born in the blight. As one of the "touched" he is devoid of power. He is forbidden from following the Lightweaver Path. The "touched" still serve the brightlands, working the mines to extract sunstone; to deliver it to the Lightweavers, the saviors, preservers, and rulers of Ashathar.

I've been framed for murder. The evidence is damnable. To catch a vampire draining the life out of someone on camera.... When the killer looked back, my face was staring right into the monitors. Not even the Voodoo Queen can defend me. I'm on the run.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

Wraiths are escaping hell. Isn't that dandy? A mysterious clan of warlocks is behind it. Wraiths are the demented spirits of dead vampires. Why would anyone draw them out of vampire hell? These ghosts don't just go bump in the night. They aren't out for blood either. They're sucking souls.