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Spike just wants to enjoy the spoils of his new reputation. He's now a legendary slayer killer, and he's returning to London. Unfortunately, his new abode is far from ideal (a dank basement), and the rest of his strange little "family" is reeling from the fact that their patriarch, Angellus, abandoned them. Spike's love, Drusilla, seems especially heartbroken. Desperate to break Dru out of her melancholy, Spike vows to steal a powerful relic that will help her focus on their dark future together. It's the perfect plan—that is until a monster named Gunnar steals the relic first.

My life has taught me to expect the unexpected. A serial killer rampaging through the New York Pack? Sure. Why not? But a serial killer who smells like me? That's a heck of a lot more than unexpected. With the Alphas of All poking around and my own Alpha on a rampage to figure out who the murderer is, it becomes a race to see who finds the truth first. I'll find the killer. Or the Alphas will find me. Either way, it's time to face the facts. There's a lot more to being "Wolfsbane" than suppressing my pack's shifting. And I'm pretty sure it starts with my freakishly red hair.

High school is supposed to be about studying, socializing, and marching-band practice. Not fighting vampires. Then one night flipped my world inside out-now, my life sucks. But it isn't all bad. I'm at a slayer academy, learning things like the real origin of vamps and how to make serious weapons out of thin air. Every last one of them will pay for what they did. I'm doing great. Until I come face-to-face with the actual vampire prince.

There are several things I've always known growing up as the alpha's daughter. The most important ones being: My twin brother Cord was the perfect choice as successor to our father. Mostly because I wanted nothing to do with being an alpha-in-training. I had the best friends a girl could ever ask for: Cord and Augie.

At the Four Kings’ Party, I made the decision to become a werewolf. The stakes are high. I have to find a mate or I risk destroying my family’s legacy. I’ve had my eyes on Marco Valenti forever, but now there are so many guys who want to date me and I’m not sure who I’ll choose in the end.

Carolina wants to join her family in hunting the bloodthirsty vampiros that plague her village, and prove she'll be a better slayer than wife, so she vows to take down a monster herself. But then she runs into an irresistible vampiro who challenges everything she ever knew.

In a world overrun by the undead, with no experience in parenthood and an empty past that haunts her every step, Vicki is the last person you'd expect to be a caregiver. A borderline alcoholic struggling to keep her demons at bay, she's suddenly thrust into the role of protector for two young children.

Unbeknownst to mortals, a power struggle is unfolding in a world of shadows and danger. After centuries of stability, the balance among the Faery Courts has altered, and Irial, ruler of the Dark Court, is battling to hold his rebellious and newly vulnerable fey together. If he fails, bloodshed and brutality will follow.

He's gone, and the worst part is, I don't know if he's dead or alive. I dealt with the curse. I picked my side. The hellish nightmare that I woke up to when I discovered I was a Watcher should be over, but it's not. Weeks have passed with no sign of Gage, and I can't seem to move on, but a war is brewing, and wallowing is no longer an option. With the ruler of the Netherworld after me, my new mission not only affects one realm, but all of them. Save my mom. Save the souls. Save the world. No pressure.

I’ve been working on a potion that could change everything. Unfortunately, some people are allergic to change. A price has been put on my head – and the sharks are coming for me. Vampires, Ogres and black witches are all gunning for me, and they want me dead, by any means necessary. The Coven Council, in their infinite wisdom, assign me my very own griffin bodyguard. And of course, the one they assign is none other than my most hated enemy, Bastion.

Angie Dovage can tell there's more to Reece Fernandez than just the tall, brooding athlete who has her classmates swooning, but she can't imagine his presence signals a tragedy that will devastate her small town. When something supernatural tries to attack her, Angie is thrown into a battle between good and evil she never saw coming. Right in the center of it is Reece—and he's not human.

Saint is torn. What his wolf and heart want is Ada. He believes he isn't good for her, that Noah or even Huxley are a better choice, but he can't stay away. He knows he is just going to break her heart if he keeps doing this to her. When Saint witnesses Huxley kissing Ada, he wants to rip his throat out, but at the same time it would just be easy to walk away. She has all she needs, two good mates...what does she need with a third one? Especially one like him. Damaged. No one wants a mate who has a secret...not one like his. And the more he pushes her away, the better for everyone.

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.

For generations, the Slayer was supposed to be the chosen, the one girl in all the world with the power to stand against the vampires, demons, and forces of darkness. When Willow used the scythe to call up all the potential slayers at once, it changed everything. For years, the slayers have been working and fighting together as a team. Then the Darkness came, killing many slayers and trapping the rest in an alternate dimension. And Frankie Rosenberg, the world’s first Slayer-Witch, found herself fighting evil alone. Sort of.

Maerad is a girl with a tragic and bitter past, but her powers grow stronger by the day. Now she and her mentor, Cadvan, pursued by both the Light and the Dark, are seeking the Riddle of the Treesong - the key to restoring peace in the ravaged kingdom. But is Maerad herself the greatest riddle of them all? Maerad's epic quest continues as she travels from terrifying seas to vast stretches of glacial wilderness, drawn ever closer to her enemy the Winterking.

When she finds her best friend, Meredith, getting sick in the bathroom, Tessa knows something’s majorly wrong. Meredith was cursed years ago, and the dark magic kept her wolf dormant - only now the wolf is awake, and that same spell is killing her. Tessa has no intention of sitting around while Meredith wastes away. Even if it means playing with magic she doesn’t understand, she’ll do anything to save Meredith’s life. Including bargaining with the local coven of witches and its crazed leader, whose only goal is getting Tessa to join the witchy ranks.

There had been setbacks to the plans of opening the shelters to more survivors, but the discovery of the shelter in Huntsville and the return of the astronauts from the International Space Station had given the Mud Island family a reason to keep fighting to do more than just survive. They still believe that the infected dead are not going to be the end of mankind if they continue to find ways to help each other.

The enemy has a new face now, Jonathon Cromfield. Except he's not really new, is he? Cromfield has a plan, one that includes Rae whether she likes it or not. Rae is terrified by the idea that she can't die. Everyone she'll ever know will move on without her and leave her all alone. Except Cromfield. She'd rather die than be with him.

Seduced by the Secret Circle, a coven of young witches whose power has controlled New Salem for 300 years, Cassie falls hopelessly in love with the leader's boyfriend and falls prey to dark powers.

To enter Five Peaks Magical Academy, you must have a familiar. Abigail hoped for a bird - maybe an owl, like that of her best friend - or a cuddly cat, or perhaps a loyal hound. She even would have been happy with a particularly smart toad. Instead, she got you.