Gods, monsters, and magical artifacts…what else can go wrong? The old gods were cruel. I know because the stories told by the elders made it clear. Now the gods are back, and it appears it’s my dad’s fault. You know what’s worse? Their idea of fun is world ending. Now I have to stop them from recovering a magical artifact that will bring that to pass. I’m just a shapeshifting bush pilot who wants to stay off the radar—unfortunately, it’s only me, my friends, family, and the few supernaturals we can round up between the gods and the humans. War is coming. I only hope we survive.

Werepredators are bad, but ancient gods and monsters are much, much worse. Things have been going downhill since Piper discovered who she really was and whom she descended from. Now her best friend has paid the price. An ancient goddess has forced Bran into an artifact changing her, and to make it worse, she won't leave Bran alone. You can only run, hide, and muddle through so long before the final chess moves are complete. Weasel is coming for Bran. An unknown monster is stalking Piper, and war between the ancient gods, the shadow winged, and the weres is lurking on the horizon. If Piper's...

Demons, werewolves, and magical artifacts...what else could go wrong? Branwyn Brigid O'Connor firmly swears she is not a witch. So why is she being hunted by an ancient god—or is it a demon? After being shot multiple times, Bran is struggling, her emotional state is unraveling.Will she learn to control her magic in time to save herself, or will her usual fortitude fail her? When all is at stake, what's a girl to do? This novella is an exciting addendum to Shadow Strife from Bran's point of view.

Jumping out of a helicopter without a parachute is bad enough, but what do you do when you run into a monster in the woods? Dr. Frederick Burns, werewolf and cryptozoologist, did not expect to find a new creature today. He planned to trek back to his friends and his plane—if he survived his foolish jump out of a doomed helicopter. Instead he gets a snarky swan and an Inuit monster. What else could possibly go wrong?

Brigid Donovan is down on her luck. Her husband dumped her for the biggest stereotype around, his secretary, and her family mansion is a decaying wreck. All she wants is to get it restored, enjoy the peace and quiet of living in eight hundred acres of primordial forest, and rebuild her life. Fate seems to be against her. First, her cat starts to speak to her. And what does he say? He's not what he seems to be—seriously? Like a talking cat is normal.