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
Evicting a monster is no easy feat. Especially when the monster lives inside you. I’m a rift walker, one of a handful of humans able to step into a world of monsters and arcane magic. We follow three simple rules:
Never step into the eldritch realm after sundown. Never stay for more than an hour
Death waits for no one, unless you’re a necromancer, in which case he might stop for a cup of tea and a chat. I didn’t ask to be a necromancer, and I certainly didn’t ask to be saddled with a magical amulet holding an ancient big bad at bay. I got both. All I want
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.
They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. I’m hoping that isn’t the case for me I’m the spawn of darkness, and the news has spread, making me a target for forces designed to protect this world. I can’t be a danger to the people I love. I need to fight. I need
A Lycan that can’t shift is no use to anyone. 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
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
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
A dead earth, a handful of survivors, and a game that could wipe out humanity. I was one of the few humans to be saved by the shining ones. Powerful beings who came from the stars just in time to stop the annihilation of mankind. But they’ve been here before. Earth was once their home
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.
The tide has turned, and chaos hovers on the horizon. The Fomorians have taken my mate and left death in their wake. My instincts scream at me to go after them and take back what’s mine, but when the Shadow Master hands me his emblem, the choice is taken from me. I’m needed here. Order
They say not to judge a book by its cover. It’s what’s on the inside that counts. But what if what’s on the inside could get you killed? My secret is out and there’s nowhere to run. The council have my Gramps. But there’s hope, a lifeline that’s related to my heritage. The council want
They say the dead don’t speak. That’s a lie. They speak to Kat Justice, but most of the time, she chooses not to hear them. I’m a Nightwatch agent, a nightblood charged with enforcing the supernatural laws. Humans can’t know the shit that goes bump in the night is real. It’s sweaty, tough work, with
They say, there’s no rest for the wicked. In that case I must be pure evil. When Hyde said the cadets would be getting Fast Tracked, he wasn’t joking. It’s hard staying on top of the shadow cadet duties, but I’m not one to shy from a challenge. However, just when I think I’ve got a
Murdering humans is a huge no-no and comes with an off-with-your-head sentence. Doesn’t matter if you don’t remember doing the crime. I killed a human, and no, it wasn’t on purpose, but that shit doesn’t matter to the council. I’m facing death. So, when I’m offered a deal to avoid execution, I’d be a fool
When war knocks on the door, burying your head in the sand won’t make it leave. Death called and I answered. Now Genesis is coming for us. But with the council making every excuse not to listen to my warnings, there’s no other option but to plot behind their backs. Time is limited. The sea kingdom
How many times can you cheat death? I’m not sure but I have a feeling I’m about to be tested. Join Echo in the second thrilling instalment of the Chronicles of Deadworld series. A Post-Apocalyptic Urban fantasy world with a slow burn Whychoose Romance.
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Humans weren’t meant to live underground, but then artificial intelligences weren’t meant to feed off souls. Shit happens. Being a Potential is an honor. It qualifies me for the mandatory Run, the chance to become a Guardian and wield one of the only weapons that can disable a Genesis scout. It also means I’ll have
It’s hardly a fair race when you’re racing against time. The Fangs and I have the answers we were looking for, but for me those answers come with a death sentence. But I’ll be damned if I got out easy. I’ll be damned if I go out before I can see our mission through. Just
Take the journey, find the lock that fits the key and get some damn answers. Continue the adventure with Eva, in the thrilling second installment of the For the Blood series The Vampire Diaries meets The Walking Dead in this Post-Apocalyptic Urban Fantasy with a slow burn Why Choose romance
I am organizing
Stay alive at all costs. No attachments, no looking back, no emotion. The last thing my father gave me was a key. No explanation, no details, just a key. The last thing he asked of me was to take the key to a set of co-ordinates. But survival in a fallen world filled with Feral