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Claudia de Santos has always looked out for every witch but herself. She fought from the shadows as her coven turned dark, and with a little help from her half-witch/half-Alpha werewolf cousin, Teresa McCaide, Claudia is doing everything she can to keeper friends and family in the light. Now the coven has splintered into two factions: Luciana's army of witches wielding dark magic, and Claudia's few stragglers who fight with the wolves. War is coming, and it won't be much of a battle if Claudia can't find the spells to counteract Luciana's demonic power.

Maddie Graves has psychic flashes and can talk to ghosts - only no one is supposed to know her secret. The only thing she can't see is her own future. After her mother's death, she returns home to find her former best friend, Nick Winters, is really the only man she could ever love. Unfortunately, she's never told him the truth about her abilities, and he's not thrilled with her return. Nick is conflicted. He's loved Maddie his entire life, but he can't forget the fact that she walked away from him - even if he's desperate to forgive her.

Samantha Blair hides her psychic abilities and lives on the fringes of society. Sam knows she must go to the authorities, but will the rugged no-nonsense detective in charge of tracking down the killer believe her?

Spring Thorne's life is a mess. The man Spring loves seems to loathe her, family enemies are coming out of the woodwork, and her mother remains in a 20-year stasis, waiting on ancient artifacts to revive her. When Spring's uncle asks her to retrieve one of the final two objects, she jumps at the chance - until she finds out dear old Uncle Alastair has also recruited Knox Carlyle; the recent bane of her not-so-idyllic existence.

After the sickness known as the Doom destroyed civilization, magick has become commonplace, and Fallon Swift has spent her young years learning its ways. Fallon cannot live in peace until she frees those who have been preyed upon by the government or the fanatical Purity Warriors, endlessly hunted or locked up in laboratories, brutalized for years on end. She is determined to save even those who have been complicit with this evil out of fear or weakness - if, indeed, they can be saved.

Four months of wallowing in embarrassed depression should be enough. I’m beginning to realize that no one is who they seem to be, and my life story might be spinning out of my control. It’s time to take a shower, put on a bra, and wear something other than sweatpants. Difficult, but doable. With my friends - real and imaginary - by my side, I need to edit my life before the elusive darkness comes for all of us.

There are those who walk among us who are no longer alive, but not yet crossed over. They seek retribution…vengeance…to warn. Among the living, few intuit their presence. Katie MacDonald is one who can. As she’s drawn deeper and deeper into a gruesome years-old murder, whispered warnings from a spectral friend become more and more insistent. But Katie must uncover the truth: could David Beckett really be guilty of his fiancée’s murder?

If it’s not demon birds and spiders it’s something else haunting Hawthorne Hollow these days. Scout Randall, Michigan’s favorite pixie apex, is ready for a break. Then the unthinkable happens. It starts small during a job in the woods. The attacking force reminds Scout of something she can’t quite put her finger on. When she does identify where she knows the creatures from, she’s thrown. She saw them in a movie. She manages to push the idea from her mind. Well, mostly. Movies can’t come to life after all. Then it happens again. And again.

So apparently my mom was a witch. And not just a witch, but a witch who turned bad. My poor, sweet, normal dad wanted me to have a good college experience. Instead I get a magical offer I literally can't refuse, from the world's most elite school for warlocks. Warlocks. As in guy witches. Even though I definitely have lady parts, somehow I ended up at a warlock school to learn the gentlemanly arts (which are a lot more badass than, ahem, lady magic).

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For the first time since Tessa met Dastien, life is quiet. The evil witch, Luciana, is six glorious feet under, St. Ailbe's is closed due to human trespassers, and people are finally getting used to the fact that supernaturals exist in the world. It seems like the perfect time for a honeymoon. Their trip is turning out to be the honeymoon that fantasies are made of—sunset cruises, long walks on the beach, and every romantic cliché you can imagine. Tessa couldn't be happier. Except that her visions are on the fritz.

Chris is the guy Cosette always wanted. Fun. Funny. Lighthearted and sweet. Chris always manages to find beauty and laughter, even when fighting a chapel full of demons. He's exactly what she needs. Except he's a werewolf and she's a member of the Lunar Court—the only fey court that holds sway over the werewolves. Even on his best day, Chris isn't strong enough to last a few hours in the Lunar Court without becoming a slave. No matter how much Cosette's heart wants him, she knows she has to let him go.

Rescued as a child by her grandpa, the powerful Vampire Malachi, Emma has been on the run for nearly 40 years from a Vamp determined to see them both dead. When he enlists the aid of assassins from the Vampire Council, their luck runs out. Forced to separate, Malachi sends Emma to a trusted VampLycan for protection. Redson knows trouble when he sees it, and sure enough, the gorgeous, mostly human female seeking shelter immediately disrupts his future plans.

With the Veil finally open, I hoped that would be the end of the fight. But I was wrong. Jadis is still in town, people are still going missing, and things are getting worse. Choices will be made, lives will be lost, and friendships tested. Not all family is blood; not every family is the norm. What would you do to hold onto yours?

Mary Mack was a beautiful, young, and all-too-soon widow (without the official title) when her Union soldier fiancé, Benjamin Watts, disappeared during battle. The tragic event left Mary alone, wearing a black mourning dress for the remainder of her life. Present day, Mary’s spirit has been in mourning for over a century and a half in the town of Canon Falls, PA. Students sneak into Mack House historic home with lanterns and recite the rhyme anticipating a paranormal encounter with Mary according to town legend.

In the magical realm of Mystic City, Aria Rose, daughter to one of the city's ruling families, is betrothed to Thomas Foster, the son of her parents' enemies. With the unwanted marriage drawing closer, Aria encounters a rebel mystic from the Depths - and begins to question everything she knows about her world.

When a mage assassin asks for help with a delicate matter involving a ruthless vampire mobster, Lorelei agrees—for a price. Part of the deal is that Kane Sullivan can’t know. Yes, that Kane. Prince of hell. Demon to end all demons. Stubborn, nosy, and ridiculously sexy.

Innocent civilians are caught in the crossfire and although the THIRDS round up more and more members of the Order in the hopes of keeping the volatile group from reorganizing, the members of the Coalition continue to escape and wreak havoc in the name of vigilante justice.

For more than 30 years, Ellen Datlow has been at the center of horror. Bringing you the most frightening and terrifying stories, Datlow always has her finger on the pulse of what horror fans crave. Now, with the 11th volume of the series, Daltow's back again to bring you the stories that will keep you up at night. With each passing year, science, technology, and the march of time shine light into the craggy corners of the universe, making the fears of an earlier generation seem quaint. This light creates its own shadows. The Best Horror of the Year chronicles these shifting shadows.

When I was three years old, I was found homeless in the woods, alone and feral. When asked how I survived all of those years by myself, I had one answer: the Shadow Man. I have no memory of that time. No memory of anything, really, before the accident. I rely on stories from my fathers about this supposed imaginary friend. Got into a fight at school? The Shadow Man made me. Stole from a store? He forced me to. Snuck out of the house? He came with me.