Showing results by author "Theophilus Monroe" in All Categories

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.

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.

I've been framed for murder. The evidence is damnable. To catch a vampire draining the life out of someone on camera.... When the killer looked back, my face was staring right into the monitors. Not even the Voodoo Queen can defend me. I'm on the run.

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 . . .

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?

We were the terrors of New Orleans...and humanity's only hope. We called ourselves the "weird sisters". Two vampires and a rematerialized ghost. We thought we’d vanquished Asmodeus. But, he's back. He found a new host. And, now he wants to work with us? But, after all I lost because of him, I was more inclined to blast his demonic ass back to hell than accept his help.

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.

Moll has evoked the Great Horned God - the Wild Hunt has begun. I only have one option: run, and hope I can outlast the duration of the hunt. My best chance? To go back to where it all started. We have to return to Exeter. I don’t want to go to the Order for help, but if they think some some pagan god is coming to town, bringing Moll with him, they’ll have to get involved. If there’s anyone they hate more than me, it’s Moll. Of course, that means I’ll have to deal with them, too. They’re still my enemy. And now they’re closing in on me from all sides.

When it came to hunting vampires, I was second to none. Vampires are intelligent. It also means they have predictable patterns. Figure out their habits and I could take care of most vamps and be back in time for breakfast. They’re also image-conscious. But zombies are unpredictable. They run on pure instinct. They couldn’t care less about public relations. Since I’m an elemental, they can’t smell me. It gives me an advantage that human hunters don’t have. But will it be enough? If I can’t stop them, it will mean the end of humanity, the end of the world as we know it.

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?

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?

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.

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 plus 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.

Vilokan has fallen. The surviving students and Loa of the Voodoo Academy are dispersed, and on the run. The souls of the dead linger beneath the broken firmament. To stand against Kalfu, Annabelle’s only hope is to recover a lost relic, once belonging to Agwe, the Voodoo Lord of the Seas. But the underwater world is a perilous place full of sea serpents, insidious spirits, and even zombie sharks.

Someone stole the Cauldron of Rebirth from Eden.With it comes the power to resurrect anyone from the past. We thought we defeated these villains for good. Can we possibly stop them all now that they're back and working together? I have a patient who may be able to help. If I ask, her, I'll have to cross a line I swore I never would. What good is it for a man to gain the whole world if he forfeits his soul? That principle makes sense. But I'm not trying to gain the world. I'm trying to save it. The cost may still be my soul. But I don't think I have any other choice. Go up and click 'Read ...

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?

You never realize how much your bad attitude can impact your life...until it manifests as a flesh-and-blood monster. Ever harbor a resentment and wish someone dead? Even if you didn't really mean it? There's a monster for that. It won't sleep until it fulfills your darkest desire.

Kataklysm arrives every three thousand years. It's always different, but whatever form it takes, the result is the same—it brings humanity to the brink of extinction. The last Kataklysm...happened three thousand years ago. To save the world from Kataklysm, Tannen seeks an ancient path, once cultivated by the ancestors, long since abandoned and forgotten.

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.