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War is coming, and she must decide how badly she wants the vampires on her side. Or as a thorn in her side. When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. Bringing my allies together as war approaches is my number one concern. But that means I have to play nice with a vampire who is blackmailing me. If I don’t, I’m screwed and my family is dead. But I don't play nice. And I have a backup plan. Kinda.

The Shadowkiller is back. And he is hunting me down like a dog in the streets of New York City using every tool and ally he has - including people I once trusted. I have never been so alone in my life, and yet, if I turn to my friends, that puts a target on their backs too. Which means I have to keep running. So, I do what I know, and I set myself to finding the trail of breadcrumbs that will lead me to the one who is still pulling the strings. Frost. A Chameleon just like me.

I thought that my biggest problem was a curse that turned me into a golden retriever instead of a wolf. Then I accidentally took on a second curse that bound my fate to that of the world’s. If I die, everyone else goes down in flames too. Ragnarök is now in my hands. Great. Talk about pressure I don’t need. Did I mention everyone trying to kill me? My mate. My brothers. My mother. What a clusterfluck. Add in Loki, Freya, and a host of the Norse pantheon to the mix, each one trying to manipulate me to follow their own plans, and you’ve got a recipe for chaos. What’s a girl to do?

We survived the land of the Witch’s Reign - that much is true. But our arrival home is far from welcome. My idiot brother has taken it upon himself to ride off in search of a mythical healer, someone who might help him walk again. Assuming she doesn’t eat him first. Because she’s a dragon and happens to reside in the deepest reaches of the Dragon’s Ground. Like I said, idiot. I’d go after him myself, but his leaving is not the only problem I face. My mentor has forbidden me to leave the safety of the Stockyards. Her reasoning? That I am too weak to weather the coming storms.

My name is Pamela, and I am the most powerful witch the world has ever seen. Only my magic is completely bound away from me, rendering me next to useless. I’m about to face a witch who makes me look like a child fighting a seasoned general in battle. A witch whose strength lies within the dead, and whose magic I unleashed during my part of destroying the world. Now she wants me to bow to her, to give her my strength and my magic. I’ve been stripped of my familiars. Stripped of my magic.

Hope is a four-letter word. Yet, I can’t help but hope that the Oracle will be the answer to what I seek. But getting to the Oracle is no small thing as she resides in the center of the Blasted lands—toxic waste, lava, and monsters. And as the alpha of our Pride, it’s up to me to act responsibly and not get my people all killed. Driving us from behind comes the desert goddess whose rage is centered on me, and with her is a new ally, who still holds my heart in his hands. One whose voice calls to me still.

My name is Rylee, and I was a tracker. The final battle is over, and the blood of the lost was spilled. In the aftermath, the humans still have mysteries they call upon me for. Except I can no longer track, and my new abilities terrify me. A salvage is offered to me and, with it, a chance to redeem myself. A girl is missing, and her brother is desperate to find her.

"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker." But this isn't Rylee's story. It's mine. Before I lost my ability to think like an adult. Before my body became stuck between wolf and human.

With Chaos free in the world, Quinn finally faces the truth. She must kill the one she has spent her life trying to protect in order to save the world. But with the leader of the Tuatha against her, her own brother seeking her blood, and the world in upheaval, Quinn may not see the day that prophecy has claimed will come to pass. At least, not without a sword that no longer exists.

The Storm Queen has been defeated. And the first two challenges have been conquered. You’d think that it would be all downhill from here. Easy peasy, lemon squeezy. Well, if it was downhill at warp speed into more trouble, then you’d be absolutely correct.

As if surviving the end of the world and the theft of my powers wasn’t enough on their own, a heaping pile of ogre and a side of human raiders has been added to my plate while trying to feed our starving caravan. The worst of what I face, though, is far harder to admit. My black magic takes its pound of flesh every time I use it, and each time the cost climbs. And yet, it calls to me, seducing me, all the while consuming little pieces of my soul. It’s a right bastard like that.

My people use the power of the earth to sustain life and defy our enemies. I am the half-breed bastard child of a king. I was not meant to survive the trials cast my way. Yet, here I stand. The world has deteriorated in the years I was banished. The Elemental families are rife with deception, violence, and madness more than ever before.

"My name is Larkspur, and I am an Elemental." My people use the power of the earth to sustain life and defy our enemies. I should be at my father's side as a royal princess. But as a half-breed, bastard child, that isn't going to happen. I've been accused of attacking the queen, my wicked stepmother, and my life is suddenly on the line. I have only two options left to me: banishment, or training to become one of the King's Elite Guards, an Ender. Option one will kill me. Option two is meant to break me, but is the only way to survive.

You know, dating in your 40s should be easier. Should be. But it really isn’t. My first date in I don’t-know-how-long is broken up by my ex-husband. I mean, he’s dead, but still. Then a cryptic note from a voodoo queen. A siren who can’t keep it in his pants. And a hot fae who seems to be everything I’ve ever wanted. Except that he’s not a certain blacksmith. I can deal, right?

The Storm Queen has been defeated. And the first two challenges have been conquered. You’d think that it would be all downhill from here. Well, if it was downhill at warp speed into more trouble, then you’d be absolutely correct. The demon city sits before us, and beyond that lies the castle of Asag, the beast from the east. He has our friends. He has our magic. He has the dragon hatchlings. What have we got? Unexpected allies, a twisted path, and the realization that defeating a demon on his own turf...might not be possible. Does that stop us from trying? Not for a second.

When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I’m the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. Underestimating demons is a bad idea, and it’s a mistake that may cost me not only my own life but the life of a missing child. If I can swallow my pride, and allow Agent O’Shea to help me find a way to deal with the demon, we might be able to save the child.

All Bree really wants is to bury her head in the sand somewhere in the south of France while a hot pool boy rubs lotion on her back. Instead, Bree gets blackmailed by the Council of Savannah into a job she doesn’t want—though it does take her to France. They need her to bring a witch back to Savannah for a trial that Bree is sure is a load of hooey. But not just any witch. The first one. The oldest one. The one who makes a T-rex look like he’s howling about a sore tooth.

It has been three years since the Destroyer sundered our world. The land is longer whole, but broken into pieces, most technology gone, and the continents shattered into an unrecognizable place. New monsters have risen from the depths, adding danger on top of danger. Through it all, the humans fight to survive as they compete not only with the supernaturals for food and resources, but their own kind as well. And me? The caravans of humans I pass - they look to me to save them. Only I am not the witch I once was.

Underhill is my ruthless mother. Her realm is my deadly home. The brutal creatures here are both foe and friend. But the group of fae that just attacked me? They’re all foe. Dragged from my game of hide-and-seek with a dragon and my home of 21 years, I’m thrust into a weak, ugly realm. Earth. Something is taking the fae children of the Irish court, and an Oracle has declared I must find them. Nope. Not my problem. Bye. Except a three-year-old girl they suspect is the next Queen of All Fae was taken too.

The Witch's Reign...a land of unnatural hellish cold ruled over by the Ice Witch herself, who is in turn guarded by three creatures - Wolf, Bear, and Raven. Those lovely beasts derive their power directly from their mistress and just happen to kill any who cross their paths. To get there, you first must pass through the Dragon's Ground. Full of, you guessed it, dragons who for the record, also do not like trespassers. Sounds like a fun place to go, doesn't it? Yeah, not so much.