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I'm Hailey Bradbury, hedge witch and vampire. My sire was staked moments after I was turned. As a youngling, the Voodoo Queen took me in. She taught me her art. I've been working with the new Mistress of the Vampire Council. She trained me in the ways of vampirism, the path of the night. Witchcraft plus voodoo and vampirism equals what I call bloodwitchery. Most witches won't mess with the power latent in blood. It's dark. It's dangerous. But if you can master it...you can harness the power of life itself.

Can you even kill something that's already dead? In our attempt to figure it out, we pissed off another ghost. This time, it's the spirit of a demented doctor who used to run an asylum. The spirits are coming at us from every direction. If we can't put them to rest...then we'll join them in death before long.

Sebastian Winter isn't not your run-of-the-mill hunter or slayer. He doesn't hunt down monsters because of what they are. He only takes out the guilty. But not all hunters see things the same way... A decade ago, a monster abducted Sebastian's wife on their honeymoon. He's been hunting monsters ever since, looking for answers, hoping to find her. But nothing he's killed, yet, looks like the beast he faced that night. Not every monster he hunts down has information, but if he can save a life, spare one person from the pain he's endured over the last ten years, it's worth it. And he won't ...

Just when I thought I'd found someone to love....a damn Cupid shows up and shoots me!

A local coven is hunting wolf shifters. They're enslaving them, extracting power from their essence...what are they planning? I'm not sure. I would have ignored it...until they captured my...friend. Or is he more than a friend? I don't know. That kiss...I'm so confused. All I know is that I have to save him. One hedge witch facing off with a whole coven...drawing on the power of the wolves...do I even stand a chance?

The new vampire queen intends to lead her kind from the shadows, to dominate humanity. I'll be damned before I let that happen! I've taken down so many vampires already. You'd think we'd be making progress. Why, then, are the vampires getting stronger? I'm afraid this whole situation is about to bite me in the butt. Perhaps, even, literally.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

Dead folk are poppin' up like a whack-a-mole. It's my fault. Sort of. Who would have thought that helping a friend bring back a few folks he'd accidentally murdered could mean the end of the world? Here's what happened . . . when I raised a few folk, the veil between life and death was torn. Not a big deal. I mean, death sucks, you know? But the dead aren't coming back right. They're on a murderous rampage. And come to find out, there's an ancient god who wants to see it through . . .

Welcome to the Vilokan Asylum of the Magically and Mentally Deranged. I'm Doctor Cain. I'll be supervising your treatment plan. Yes, before you ask, I am that Cain. I've come a long way since I became the world's first murderer.

Nanovax was supposed to be our salvation. Death and disease, now obsolete. Until the terrorist attack. Fifteen cities in a single day. Again, they said Nanovax was the answer. The same technology meant to heal us could now be used, through an algorithm, to track us, to predict human behaviors...to thwart future terrorists. I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds. I became the face of Nanovax. Then the algorithm identified me as a terrorist. Now, I'm fighting against the technology that once saved my life...and the government has my daughter.

A strange woman has risen from the lake. There's something familiar about her. Is she a friend, or a foe? How the hell did she end up in the Lake of the Ozarks, anyway? There's a dark warlock on the loose. The Grand Coven has shown up to stop him. Among them, the witches who killed my parents. Is there a connection between the Grand Coven, my parent's death, and this strange lady of the lake?

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

She was made to hunt her own. They call her a Nightwalker, the first of many. A creature of the night, a vampire, made by religious zealots intent to eliminate all vampires and witches. But what darkness lurks beneath the surface of her "holy" crusade? She hasn't lost her faith. Alice still believes in the God she's always followed. But are vampires beyond salvation? Will her obedience to the Order of the Morning Dawn truly save her? Are they telling her the truth, or feeding her lies......all in an effort to turn her into the perfect weapon?

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

Welcome to the Vilokan Asylum of the Magically and Mentally Deranged. I'm Doctor Cain. I'll be supervising your treatment plan. Yes, before you ask, I am that Cain. I've come a long way since I became the world's first murderer. I'm now a licensed psychiatrist. What is it you just asked? You heard that I was cursed? Yes, I'm also the world's first werewolf...but don't worry. I have it under control. It won't interfere with your progress at Vilokan Asylum.

Joni had always been fascinated by the history of her family’s old antebellum plantation. Her ancestor’s journals were filled with stories, many involving two slave girls, the older of whom was deeply involved in the “red magic” of the Bokors. When Messalina returns from the grave on a quest of vengeance, Joni must confront the wickedness of her own family’s past, while also embracing a truth even more ancient—that she is descended from a line of Druids. Joni is the only one who stands between Messalina and her insidious plans.

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

The Voodoo world needs a new queen. The bokors have united behind Kalfu. The magical war that Ogoun had predicted has begun. Mercy’s vampire coven is growing—but which side of this war are they really on? When Annabelle returns from Agwe’s oceanic domain, she finds the remnants of Vilokan hiding in fear for their lives. Will they unite behind Annabelle as the new Voodoo Queen, or will Kalfu’s legions overwhelm what’s left of the Voodoo world?

When the Dagda took three girls and combined them into a single goddess—that he might have for himself a divine wife—he thought she'd be an obedient sub-deity and an extension of his rule. But the Morrigan is subservient to no man, no matter how powerful a god he fashions himself to be. If she is to rule, however, she must do more than defy the god who made her. She must win the heart of a mortal.

They're hunting our kind, burning vampires at the stake. The man leading the charge isn't the "reverend" he pretends to be. He has a deadly secret. Can I uncover the truth? We have no choice but to fight. But if we aren't careful, we'll give the "reverend" what he wants. We'll become the murderous monsters he claims us to be. Listen now to find out if Mercy and the Vampire Underground can expose the "reverend's" secret and quell the angry mob of vampire-haters.