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'm not the kind of girl who depends on anyone, but there are four demons who could help me survive this fiasco-a sadistic Nightmare, a psychotic efreet, a charismatic Fallen and Sin, an unhinged monster. Problem is, like all demons, they're absolutely, sinfully tempting.
I'm pretty sure they each have their own agenda. I'm also pretty sure one of them is the killer.
Let the games begin.
Contains mature themes.
If you play with fire, you're sure to get burned.
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.
But there are unseen forces determined to stop us. Forces that want to tear us apart and take us down.
It's time to show our enemies that we're more than the sum of our parts. It's time to show them that together we're a force to be reckoned with.
Contains mature themes.
Sometimes the path to the truth is littered with lies.
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 Golden City awaits. It's time to put my acting skills to the test. It's time to lie.
Contains mature themes.
Sometimes you miss the things that are staring you in the face.
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?
Contains mature themes.
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 just hope that when the time arrives, we'll be willing to pay the price.
Contains mature themes.
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.
The Sons of Adam have maintained the upper hand for too long.
It's time to take the fight to them. I just hope I'm not too late.
Contains mature themes.
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.
Contains mature themes.
The world went to shit the day I was born.
They say fire rained from the sky for seven days signalling 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.
Sanctuary lies across the deadlands-monster infested territory, unmapped and uncharted even by the celestials. It's the only route, and I have no choice but to navigate my people through it. I'm a scout, a survivor. I got this. Until I haven't.
The last thing I expect is to be relying on four monsters for protection. But fate obviously has a sense of humor. Shemyaza and his scouts are intelligent, deathly, and lethal, and turns out they're the only ones who can lead us to safety.
Only problem is, their aid comes with a hefty price. Me.
Contains mature themes.
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.
Now the hot-headed wolves are going to have to work together to make sure our inventive little murderer doesn't succeed.
And me? Well, I don't take kindly to being targeted, so whoever's gunning for me better watch out, because they just became the hunted.
Contains mature themes.
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.
The Order is stepping out of the shadows and the Varga are upping their attacks. When the female shifters go missing, suspicion falls On the Varga. But I'm about to find out that nothing is what it seems, and the danger we're aware of could be nothing more than the tip of the iceberg.
Contains mature themes.
Something is here. Something otherworldly, something alien, and its intentions are far from amicable.
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?
When it comes to war the only guarantee is death . . .
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. With the dragon demi-god and his asura at her side, Carmella will be making some huge leaps of faith.
When the eclipse arrives, Carmella plans to be ready, but even the best laid plans can get derailed, and Carmella is about to learn that when it comes to war the only guarantee is death.
