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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.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

If someone had told me that I'd find a haven among monsters, I'd have laughed in their face. But I've learned to expect the unexpected. Now, with the world's fate hanging in the balance, it's time to take a leap of faith. Faith in myself. It means leaving Shem, the watchers, and Bastian behind. It means walking into Michael's arms and trusting that he'll keep me alive long enough for me to complete my mission. Because the third relic piece is hidden in the enemy camp, and I'm the only one who can get to it.

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.

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.

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.

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.

The relic keeping the taint at bay has fractured and it’s all my fault. As the fractures grow, it’s only a matter of time before the taint breaks free. There’s only one solution. Find the Dagda and beg him to fix what I broke. I’m about to enter a race against time. If I fail, the world as we know it will pay the price.

Sacrifices are acceptable when you're not the one making them. With Arty's life hanging in the balance, nothing else matters. Until it does. The rift in the abyss is opening. The world as we know it is about to end, and it turns out, I'm the only one who can stop it. It's time to face the ultimate truth. It's finally time to face Fate head on.

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.

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.