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Runa’s journey comes full circle as she and her allies prepare to take on the Helix, the oppressive System controlling Pendomus. Armed with ancient knowledge, her emerging powers, and the strength of those she loves, she must confront Videus—the architect of destruction—before he reshapes her world into a nightmare of control and conformity.

In a world divided by extremes, where survival hangs by a thread, Runa has always known the rules: stay within the safety of the Helix, never venture into the deadly wilderness, and always obey the laws of the omnipresent System. But when a harrowing encounter with a nightmarish predator shatters her fragile reality, Runa finds herself thrust into a fight not just for her life—but for the very soul of her world.

Diana Hawthorne sees more than most people—except when it comes to her own past. With snark to spare and an eye-roll always at the ready, she helps clients navigate everything from cheating boyfriends to dearly departed grandmas. But when a missing person case lands on her doorstep—and the broody, too-good-looking Blake strolls into her life—things get weird.

I may be an immortal psychic, but having a vision that the Horseman of Death will rise and claim my soulmate’s life really puts a crimp in my style. I mean, I just got him back. Apollo has to know I’ll do everything in my power to stop it. But no matter what I do, I can’t seem to push my abilities to give me specifics. Each time I try, it’s like my energy is siphoned and it takes me days to get back on my feet. Neat-o.

After barely surviving the Helix’s ruthless control and escaping into the wilderness, Runa now faces an even greater challenge—surviving the desert of the Unknown Region, alone. Cut off from her friends, with only the enigmatic Caudex to guide her, she must navigate a brutal landscape where the very elements seem determined to consume her. But the sands whisper of secrets buried beneath their shifting tides—secrets that hold the key to Pendomus’s past and the war that is yet to come.

A witch, an angel, and an oracle. Three souls with one destiny: Find the Final Five. I don’t know why I thought finding the final five protectors was going to be easy. Wishful thinking, I suppose. As it turns out, it’s going to take more than I ever thought possible. Not only do we need an oracle with some kickass gifts, but we have to work with her requests to even get her on board. If this doesn’t work–well, let’s just say, nothing else will matter.

Ella Breene never imagined she'd rise to become the Alpha of the Black Crater Pack. She was just looking for a peaceful life in Oregon with her kids, away from her tumultuous past with her ex. But destiny had different plans. In midlife, making friends can be a real headache, especially when those friends are far from ordinary. Ella's found herself tangled up with a group of supernatural beings, and let's just say, it's not all sunshine and roses.

In the ashes of my once-perfect home, I face a dire challenge that threatens everything I hold dear. Andres and his Redmond Pack have left my life in shambles, and the safety of my children hangs by a thread. I can't wait idly as rival packs move in on my territory.

Can one girl's lost humanity return to make her the most powerful being on Pendomus? Or will her naivety force those around her to succumb to a horrifying fate? Only time will tell. Just when all hope is lost - destiny intervenes and sets a new trajectory. The only question is...who's pulling the strings?

Diana now has everything she ever wanted - her memories and the soul mate she didn't realize she was missing. There’s just one problem: The old gods expect her to make amends for her absence. And her work starts now. But time is lost as the Oracle isn’t the only thing she has to atone for. Her friend Demetri was stripped of his powers - and it was all her fault. Unfortunately, Demetri wants nothing to do with her. To make matters worse, people have been flocking to Inner Sanctum to have a word with her.

I always wanted supernatural powers. What I didn't anticipate is that uncovering them would mean dealing with a whole host of "otherworldly" problems. For starters, I'm pretty sure the house I'm living in is haunted. Either that or I'm losing my mind. Secondly, I'm going to a college for supernaturals with zero ideas on what powers I possess. But someone higher up must know something, or I wouldn't be here. Right? Everywhere I go, new secrets are emerging. Like, the fact that I went missing when I was a kid and I don't remember a thing. And this ancestral home...it has secret rooms.

I could have lived out the rest of my days blissfully ignorant of the underground supernatural world. After all, being over 40, getting a divorce, and starting over is nuts enough. But instead, I was bitten by a dying alpha, and now I'm inadvertently thrust into the middle of his divided werewolf pack and their civil war. It's basically me and my ex, but with more death and mayhem, if that's even possible. With new powers emerging and the urge to shift imminent, I'm being forced to make some tough decisions. To make matters worse, I'm falling for the pack's sexy omega.

Ascending to alpha of the Black Crater Pack of freaking werewolves wasn't even remotely on my radar. I was just hoping the move to Oregon with my kids would mean less drama than dealing with the ex. Guess that didn't work out. Now, as it turns out, making friends in midlife is one giant pain in my backside. And believe me, I have enough aches and pains as it is. While some of the pack is thrilled there's a woman in charge, like the sexy guy I just can't stop thinking about, there's a vocal group who'd rather eat glass than see me succeed.

Okay, so I might be a badass immortal psychic, but everywhere I turn, something is getting between me and Blake. I'm really jonesing for some alone time with my recently reconnected soul mate but having supernatural powers like mine comes with an annoying price. Between the incessant visions and revenants running wild, having time to act on our desires is next to impossible. Even when things seem like they're about to go our way, I'm slammed with a premonition that puts me into helluva tailspin. Blake's time is up. He's gonna die.

No matter where I go, the tattered red threads of the Moirai follow me. If they have their way, it's only a matter of time and I'll be joining the early grave of so many Blackwoods before me. What's worse, the curse is expanding and threatening to take more lives. Expelled from his birthright for loving me, Wade is now a completely mortal, and vulnerable human. If he dies, there's no coming back as an angel because not even a necromancer can save him when fate and death conspire.

My life is pretty much an insane mixture of ghosts, death, and destruction. But the last thing I want to do is be the cause of Wade's demise. Especially since the Angel of Death told me in no uncertain terms to stay away from him. So, I guess there's just one thing to do.

Everything about my new supernatural life is going up in flames. My best friends are acting super weird. I thought it was because my boyfriend moved to town, but now I'm not so sure. And worse yet, all around town, the dead are rising. Rumors are swirling at school that my boyfriend and I are the ones raising zombies - er, revenants. And, I'm beginning to worry that they might be right. I mean, I am pretty new at this whole "raise the dead" business.

My life as the manager of Club Nocté is anything but ordinary. Nights are filled with whispered secrets and steamy encounters, but it's all overshadowed by the one thing I can't have: Lily. She was my best friend growing up, and now she's back in my life, stuck in a passionless marriage and looking for something more. A surprise run-in at an adult toy shop brings her crashing back into my world. She’s no longer the girl I built forts with; she's a stunning woman who lights up my nights.

I can't believe he showed up here...the ex. Right when things are getting good—like I might actually have this whole Alpha thing under control—good. Or I'm ready to go on a date with the hottest guy I've laid eyes on—so good he could melt my panties off—good. But now, the ex is here, throwing his weight around, and pulling all the shots with me and the kids. (Who, by the way, are as excited about his arrival as I am.)