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Kalfu has taken a host. Lives have been lost. Most blame Annabelle. If the Academy - and all of Vilokan - is going to stand against Kalfu, they must find a way to unite. Headmistress Erzulie has evoked the Voodoo Trials. A new High Hougan or Mambo must be chosen to unite the Academy’s five colleges. But when Annabelle discovers the true purpose of the Trials, she must make an impossible choice - either compete to win and divide Vilokan further, or risk unleashing an evil that will destroy the Voodoo world from within.

As if bloodsuckers weren't frightening enough, whatever killed these people consumed their souls, leaving their bodies completely unscathed. The victims had only one thing in common: They were all attacked at my club. But when you mess with my fans, Nicky's fans, well, you'll unleash Nyx and soon regret it. The Grimoire of the Nazarene is still missing. If the Order of the Morning Dawn finds it first, Mina will unleash a legion of angels to wipe out everything she deems unnatural: vampires, witches, me...and good people like me, people in my community.

Annabelle Mulledy survived Kalfu’s attack - one friend saved, another lost in Guinee. But now the vampires are on the rise. Most of them, she can handle without much trouble. But when an ancient, more powerful vampire confronts her - one who is uncomfortably familiar to her - and his apprentice joins her at the Voodoo Academy, she finds she has little choice. Help this vampire arrest and overpower death itself, or risk seeing her sister and parents irrevocably “turned” themselves.

The nanonetwork has been upgraded. I can still access the nanobots...but when I do, it leaves the host unconscious. Transferring their mind into the nanoswarm. Dr. Archimedes Flat is expanding his nanoverse. Collecting minds to craft a new "utopia" forged from collective memory. He believes it's the next step in human evolution. And, if a few people have to die to make it happen, well, in his mind that's nothing more than the survival of the fittest. If I'm going to stop him, I'll have to fight him in the nanoverse itself. But, Flat designed the nanoverse.

Four books and more than 1,400 pages of mermaids, sea dragons, vampires, and voodoo fill this urban fantasy adventure box set. You mess with this Southern belle...and she'll ring yours all the way to dinner. Joni Campbell was raised on faith, family, and chicken fried steak. But when she falls under a dragon's curse, she has only one option: She must seek her ancestors in the mer-kingdom of Fomoria. But is she the one who needs saving, or do they need her, curse and all, if they hope to save their world?

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...I'm Lieutenant Brian Goff. I received the first injection. It healed my wounds in the war. I became the face of Nanovax.... Then the algorithm identified me as a threat...a terrorist.... Now, I'm on the run and fighting against the very technology that once saved my life...

A vampire in an asylum? That is not going to end well. What in bloody hell were they thinking when they locked me up in the Vilokan Asylum for the Magically and Mentally Deranged? They had to be crazy. And there’s more at stake here then my sanity. I have to get the hell out of here before it’s too late. I have to stop them.

I’m returning to the Vilokan Asylum of the Magically and Mentally Deranged…not to get treated…but perhaps Doctor Cain can help. The world’s original werewolf…and its first murderer. If anyone can help me get a handle on an undesirable shape-shifting situation…it’s him. But there is a coven of bat-shifting vampires with other plans. Surely their appearance and my…acquisition of this ability…isn’t a coincidence. And I can’t help but wonder…am I the one hunting them? Or have the tables turned?

My name's Mercy Brown, but don't let my name fool you; I'm merciless. It had been almost a century and a half since I last encountered anyone from the Order of the Morning Dawn. They were religious fundamentalists with the dual goal of eliminating vampires and witches. Being both a vampire and a witch, I was the embodiment of everything the Order hates. Their first attempt to eliminate me failed. Thanks to the fact that my mentor in the Craft was also a necromancer. When they burned my heart, they didn’t kill me.

Annabelle Mulledy survived a Voodoo attack on her family as a child — but it left her possessed by the spirit of a nearly 200-year-old girl. This girl, however, came with strange abilities bestowed upon her in the afterlife. When Kalfu, an evil Loa, discovers Annabelle, he hopes to use her abilities to his advantage — to escape the spiritual realm and take a corporeal form. When Ogoun, the Loa of War, intervenes, he recruits Annabelle to join him as a student at the Voodoo Academy. Will Annabelle master the arts and fend off Kalfu’s spiritual assaults?

A stiletto heel through a vampire’s heart... Who ever said you had to sacrifice fabulous for functional? Eventually I’d find her, the one who stole my abilities. Now I was stuck like this...in a human body...a male body...I was scared shiftless. I'm out for more than vengeance. I want my life back. But even if I catch her, even if I kill the vampire who ruined my life...can I even take my shapeshifting abilities back? Or, am I destined to stay like this forever?

Wraiths are escaping hell. Isn't that dandy? A mysterious clan of warlocks is behind it. Wraiths are the demented spirits of dead vampires. Why would anyone draw them out of vampire hell? These ghosts don't just go bump in the night. They aren't out for blood either. They're sucking souls.

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 legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

What do you call a vampire by day, a human by night? Confused? That makes two of us! Sunlight is a little problematic for me. Will I be able to handle it? By night I am a normal girl. I like computers, ice cream, and guys. When the sun rises, I'm stronger. I also get an insatiable craving for you-know-what. The weird sisters stole Dracula's power. As masters of the Scholomance, they are recruiting new vampires. A recipe for disaster? Whatever they are planning, it can't be good. There's only one way to deal with vampires, especially those meddling in the dark arts.

I'm done being the good girl… So much sacrifice. One betrayal too many. This bloodsucker has had enough. And with this strange dragon-shifter as my lover and partner, who is going to stop me? My old team has tried. They don't stand a chance. I don't want to be a queen, anymore. I want to be a goddess. Who's going to stop me? You? Give me your best shot.

The enemy is building an army of Axis mages. It's the Arcane War-Part Deux. There's just one problem—the enemy warded Berlin against our magic. Only a small group of us can cast there. Can we stop the next world-ending war before it begins? Why is my gut telling me we're walking into a trap? Trap or not. We have no choice. Once the enemy gets a foothold, we won't have the numbers to stop her. What is her end game, exactly? We're probably outnumbered. We're certainly out skilled. What the enemy doesn't realize is this: as a father of three, I'm always outnumbered.

It's hard to make any progress when she can raise the dead to fight at her side. She isn't raising random corpses. She's bringing back some of the most powerful Axis mages who died during the Arcane Wars. She's always one step ahead. What is she planning?

She's fought against devils and demons, insidious witches, and old-world vampires. When she returns to Exeter, where she grew up as a girl, she'll find enemies even bigger and badder than anything she's ever faced before.

It's time to settle an ancient score. My human father has returned from the grave. He tried to kill me after I became a vampire. He intends to finish the job. But that's the least of my problems. Someone else brought him back. Who would do something like that? All I know is that whoever it is wants me dead. I intend to spoil his plans.