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It's done. Christopher Jupiter is coming for me. It’s only a matter of time before he catches me, and I know exactly what he’s going to do. He’s going to open me up, let the Evils escape, and then, the whole world will be destroyed. And right now, I can’t think of a way to stop him. None of us can. The pressure is unbearable. Romeo is tormented, teetering right on the edge of madness. But even I didn't realize how far he was willing to go to protect me.

A Lightbringer has crept into our realm, slithering in before the deadline with brand-new sinister plans. Chloe must face her past and deepest fears, and survive a trek through the darkest depths of all the realms to get her true love back.

Alaar wants me to be the savior of the universe. The werewolf Alpha of Ironclaw is obsessed and has sunk to horrifying new depths to get his paws on me. Poor Sarah, the poltergeist, has had a breakdown, and I'm the only one who can stop her from razing Castlemaine to the ground. Even Dwayne is driving me insane. There's no training in this world that could prepare me for dealing with a love-sick battle goose. The only person who I want to have a piece of me, the only person who I want to get closer to... The Vampire Lord.

I don't want to hurt her...but she definitely wants to hurt me. Betrayal doesn’t sting. It hurts worse than that; it feels like a rake over coals, a disembowling, a slow, agonizing stretch on the torture rack. Myf is hurt, and she’s found someone to blame. She’s focused all her pain on one target. Me.

Well, to be honest, there are lots of killers in this town, including me. But when a handful of supernaturals in Castlemaine go missing and start showing up dead with strange amputations and odd lacerations all over their bodies, the magical townsfolk start to get very nervous. Whoever the killer is, he's after one of my new friends. I'm determined to stop him. But first, I have to figure out a way of escaping the Ironclaw pack. Braxton Myles, the Alpha of Ironclaw, has taken me hostage as compensation for losing a few of his werewolves in a fight with my goose buddy, Dwayne.

I never thought I'd find myself back here. At least, I hoped I'd never have to leave the mortal realm ever again. But Romeo is missing, and I have to find him. I know who took him, and I know why. And I know how hard this fight is going to be. I survived this wild-magic place once before, and I'll do it again. But this time, I'm not a scared little girl. This time, I know exactly what I'm doing. Let the games begin.

The horror of waking up from the best dream ever and remembering you're a monster is indescribable. My soul is screaming for mercy, for forgiveness, for redemption…but I know I'll never get it.

A strange creature attacked Romeo last night. A huge beast unlike anything anyone has ever seen in Philly before—an alien monster with natural armor, organic high-tech weaponry, and poison dripping from its limbs. My intuition is screaming at me. It's telling me the monster is not here for Romeo. It's here for me.

My worst fear has come to pass. A vicious, sadistic witch has seen the darkness inside me, and he wants it for himself. Christopher Jupiter—the man responsible for the Great Suffocation, the reason why thousands and thousands of my people are dead—he saw the evils. And he wants them.

Okay, I might be seriously under-qualified for the job of Enforcer, I'll admit. The Enforcer is supposed to be a human, for starters. It's usually an ex-special forces guy with big muscles and even bigger balls, and a knack for sorting out petty squabbles between the witches and vampires and shifters in the city. And I'm just a technically dead nail tech—an animated skeleton with a talent for illusion magic and gold gel manicures. But I've recently discovered that I can manifest some pretty big muscles of my own. I've already got the big balls, so I'm halfway there.

A powerful supernatural mob boss is terrorizing my neighborhood, demanding protection money from store owners and breaking legs when it's not paid. His little gang member minions are all humans, and one of them just showed up at my new business insisting I pay him my monthly 'insurance premium', or face the boss himself. Funnily enough, this arrogant little underling has no idea what his employer is.

I’ve been on lockdown in the Hidden City for weeks now. Everyone thinks I’m hiding from the Alpha because I disobeyed his orders one too many times. And, well… I have. He’s coming for me; I know that. But he’s also coming for Myf, my mysterious agoraphobic pantry-dwelling Welsh friend, and I can’t let him take her. She’s hiding a dangerous secret—one I need her to share with me so I can protect her.

Nothing ruins your day more than a bloated, stinking corpse on your doorstep. My natural optimism has taken a serious beating lately. I’ve been working my butt off, drafting a series of outreach programs to help the poor, lost supe kids of the Hidden City before they fall through the cracks in our society and end up in our Otherworld Child Protective system. There’s one thing I desperately need, and that’s funding. But there’s no money to be had. Nobody wants to invest in these kids; it’s enough to break your heart.

Word has reached the mortal realm, sending shock waves through the supernatural community. The Beast is stirring, and gathering his dark troops towards himself with a single-minded purpose: destroy all the magical creatures on Earth. He's awake, and promising bloody, furious vengeance. Prue's mom was the witch who sent the Beast to sleep in the first place, and she's in a coma. Somehow Prue needs to decipher her riddle-filled diary to figure out how to put the Beast back to sleep again before he rampages through the realms committing genocide.

Everyone thinks I’m sweet and innocent…but I’m the one who ate the big bad wolf. I’ve been searching for a place that feels like home my whole life, and I think I’ve found it. I’m in the big city, on a mission to save vulnerable supernatural kids—just like I used to be—in my new job as an Otherworld Child Protection Caseworker.

The Beast is bringing the battle to the mortal realm, and Prue's finally ready to face him. Or is she? Maybe. Life is complicated, but that's what makes it beautiful. The war is brewing, the rogues are desperate, and a human enemy lurks in the darkness, threatening to derail Prue's hero era before it even begins.

Imogen's got some answers about her origins, and a promise from Rafael that he'll help to cure her immortality. But there's a few brand-new problems standing in her way . . . A vicious pack of disenfranchised Alphas are on their way to Backman's shifter school, coming to try and reclaim what they think is rightfully theirs. A stunning vampire princess with a ring on her finger arrives at the country club to stir up the worst kind of trouble for Rafael. And Leroy's got a girlfriend. She's the worst.

Immortality sucks. Just ask Imogen Gray: Over two-hundred thousand years old and teetering on the edge of total insanity. Strong as a shifter, faster than a vampire, Imogen's walked the earth forever, always alone, never growing, never changing. Never learning, either. Her smart mouth and quick temper get her into trouble far too often. When that happens, she gets hurt—and it can take a long time to heal from severed limbs and disembowelment. She's so tired of it all.

I've been burned. One of my secrets is out in the open, and it couldn't have happened at a worse time. The people of the city need a hero right now, and it can't be me. It's too risky. I could lose everything. While everything falls to chaos, I've got some hard decisions to make. There's a fine line between hero and tyrant. I need to figure out how to dance down that line so I can be the leader they need, without turning into the monster they fear.

My whole world has just exploded. I'm doing a jaunty quick-step on the edge of total insanity, battling shock, exhaustion, crisis fatigue, and some sort of festering dark power that threatens to erupt out of me every time I get a little stressed. At least now I know where this genocidal rage comes from. Turns out, it's hereditary.