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(0)Ann Gimpel
Fitting in has never been in the cards. Not part of the hand Fate dealt me.
My superpower is animals, magical and otherwise. They adore me. Birds and insects too. Back when the Celts still roamed the Highlands, I begged them to shed light on how I came to be since my power is unique. You can guess how well that went. They're a taciturn, entitled lot. I didn't shed a single tear when they packed up and left Earth.
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...2) Jinxed
Fitting in has never been in the cards. Not part of the hand Fate dealt me.
My superpower is animals, magical and otherwise. They adore me. Birds and insects too. Back when the Celts still roamed the Highlands, I begged them to shed light on how I came to be since my power is unique.
You can guess how well that went. They're a taciturn, entitled lot. I didn't shed a single tear when they packed up and left Earth.
...Urban fantasy and slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night.
Strange bedfellows rock worlds.
Faery's castle lies in ruins, a reflection of the rest of a land I love. My land, my realm, has altered almost beyond recognition. The part that hasn't changed is the incredible people and creatures who live in Faery. Unicorns. Fauns. Satyrs. Fae. Sidhe. To name
...4) Quinn
The only constant in my long life is murder. Assassin for hire, to put a finer point on it.
I'm an earth wizard. Usually, we're on the peaceful side. Not sure what happened to me, but I never fit in with my kinsmen. They'd have chased me out of the fold—for obvious reasons—but I saved them the trouble. I left on my own. The same way I left the Circle of Assassins because it was too tame for my taste. Or maybe
...Urban fantasy and slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night.
Strange bedfellows rock worlds.
Reluctant recruit to the nines, I became Faery's regent by default. Sure, I was next in line for the throne, but I never believed Oberon and Titania were gone for good until first a decade rolled by, and then two, and then ten.
They'll never be back, and
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Urban fantasy and slow-burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night.
Strange bedfellows rock worlds.
Faery has changed so much I barely recognize her. I suppose every regent who loses a major war feels the same way about his country. The worst part is I didn't see this coming. A few minor skirmishes, sure, but the Unseelie fielded tens of thousands
...7) Hunted
Learn magic they said. Or at least shore up your paltry skills. Talk is cheap, and that edict has cost me dearly.
I had a comfortable life, once upon a time. A quiet life. One where I'd carved a realistic niche for myself. No more. Power is seductive, and a bitch of a mistress. Once I pulled the cork out of that bottle, a million genies sallied forth.
None of them were nice. No one offered me three wishes, or any
...8) Shira
If they had one of those anonymous rehabilitation programs for folks like me, my introduction would be, "Hi, I'm Shira, and I kill people." Except rehab suggests killing people bothers me. It doesn't.
Neither am I particularly committed to anything other than not being caught. That sounded a shred on the hard-hearted side. I'm not. I'm a lot like you. I get up every morning, clean myself up, and check my phone to see what
...9) Rhiana
I'm one of the old ones. I've lived many lives, done many things. I've been called sorceress, witch, and far worse. Mortals have hung me, burned me, staked me out, and left me to die. What a pack of fools. I'm immortal, and their petty attempts were laughable.
So were they when I stopped their puny, pathetic hearts. The thrill of ending someone never gets old, no matter how unbalanced the contest.
When I want a break
...10) Salvaged
Life used to be simple. I solved cases for mortals, earning myself a solid reputation as a crack detective. And I basked in the adoration of every animal, bird, and sea creature known to man—or sorcerer. My animal mage part is the same, but everything else has changed.
The last time I remember being happy was the day I married Blake. Since then, nothing has gone right. When he met me, I traveled beneath crossed stars.
...11) Kylian
Power is intoxicating. Anyone who says you can overdo it is either incompetent or a very good liar. I've chased down every scrap of additional magic that crossed my path, drained it, and started the hunt anew. My obsession hasn't made me much of a companion. I wouldn't have blamed my bondmate for leaving, but the snow leopard has stuck by my side.
It pains me to admit he's my sole connection to my better nature. He tempers my penchant for
...My very existence is under attack. I've kept a low profile, told myself the craziness sweeping the world would pass me by. Yeah, it was wishful thinking, actually an outright lie, but it's kept me sane.
I've been hiding out forever in one guise or another. Currently, I run a nightclub. Ascent is an "ask me no questions, and I'll tell you no lies" haven. For everybody. I'm a Vampire. Far be it from me to judge.
My
...I like things neat, so shoot me. Or poison me. Or run me through with a broadsword. Doesn't matter how you try to end me, werewolves are immortal.
Back to liking things neat... I've been killing forever, both as a wolf and as a man. The assassin trade has always been lucrative, and, a few hundred years back, a much simpler affair. No DNA tests. No sophisticated crime labs. I didn't have to plan the way I do today to avoid
...I did it! I'm free. Well sort of. Freedom isn't as cut and dried as the word implies. In this case, I'm at the top of Death's Worst Reaper Ever list. What it signifies remains to be seen.
I broke free from Death because there wasn't any other way out of Reaping Vampires. She refused to let me off the hook or consider other arrangements. I'd have been content leaving it at that, but word about my choice got out. Other Reapers
...In all my years as a Vampire, hundreds of them, I never imagined humans would be anything other than food.
Rich, pure, delectable blood. Prey that fought back never posed a problem. Mortals couldn't stand against those of us with supernatural ability. That world still exists, but it's taken a backseat to humans who've joined forces with turncoat mages. Mortals were never meant to wield power. Over the long haul, they're
...I chose stasis—a long sleep—for me and two of mine. Hard to time these things, but we woke in the eye of a cyclone.
When I went to sleep—to avoid being drained of magic and blood by dark Sorcerers—Vampires weren't exactly on the endangered species list, but not many of us are left. No one ever accepted us. Not mortals and not others with power, either. At least one of those dams has developed a few
...Come fly with me. Catchy, huh? It works for airlines. Maybe it will work for the dead once I launch my own Reaping business. Except my new tagline will be, come die with me.
Back when my life was simpler, I thought all I had to do was hold gateways for the dead to pass through. Silly me, I actually enjoyed Reaping. Almost like a drug or fine, old whiskey, it made me high, filled me with delight, and left me glowing with
...I need more time to train Tiana, but our enemies won't wait for the young Sidhe Queen to embrace her full power.
At the drop of a hat—seemingly—I became a mother. Not that I'd ever considered the possibility of parenthood. If I had, whatever I came up with would have been far off the mark.
Tiana had opinions before she was born. Ones she was vocal about.
She inherited my affinity for animals, Blake's
...Urban fantasy and slow burn romance wrapped into a serial that will keep you up reading long into the night.
Strange bedfellows rock worlds.
My days as Faery's reluctant regent have crashed and burned. Either I left the land to rot in a squalid soup of broken promises, or I destroyed her enemies one by one. No choice there. Not really. I'd known some of those "enemies" since childhood, which was centuries
...Vampires don't fall in love. Except I did.
Not the best decision of my long life. I definitely cracked an unspoken line, but Ariana trounced me as far as line-crossing went. Very few acts constitute crimes in Vampire circles. Hers was the worst. I fled to the Old Country to buy myself thinking time.
I still loved her, but what she'd done was so vile I couldn't set it aside.
The world is a very different place
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