Ramona Brinks is barely surviving her post-college angst, struggling to balance her partying with her job and her love life. She wants to move out and grow up. She doesn’t want to worry about the fact she’s seen a dead girl walking around in Elston or that she’s seen pictures indicating certain people in town haven’t aged in 60 years. She doesn’t want to be bothered by nagging evidence that something ancient and evil is at work in town. But when someone locks her in a basement because she’s asking too many questions, she can’t help but begin searching for answers in earnest.

As Ramona digs deeper, she begins to uncover a world underneath the seemingly quiet small town’s veneer. A realm of violent deaths and vengeful creatures, protecting a source of ancient power. Beneath the surface of her twentysomething culture–kids playing at being adults, existing on cigarettes, bars, and caffeine–something far more sinister is at work. And whatever it is, it doesn’t seem to want Ramona to leave.

Wyn has spent the last few years learning to control her ability to communicate with spirits at the academy. It's a haven for her and others like her, including her sweet, beautiful boyfriend.

But all that changes when a routine exercise in the spirit realm goes wrong. Now, possessed by the spirit of Queen Guinevere, Wyn awakes in the middle of the night, yearning for someone else. She breathes a name in longing. Lancelot.

Tangled up in swords, castles, and mists, Wyn's very essence is being ripped away from her. If she doesn't fight it, she'll be lost. But with every passing day, she feels trapped by desires she doesn't want, and it's getting harder to remember where she ends and Guinevere begins.

Iris Tanner should have been the next big thing. Her former band is opening for the hottest glam metal band of the moment, Mischief. But due to an accident, Iris is a ghoul, roaming the streets looking for dead flesh to eat.

Then Billy–tall, dark, and possibly a stalker–lets Iris know that Mischief is really a disguised group of pixies, bent on the destruction of the human race. Iris decides fighting to save the world is at least as good as a hit record. And since Billy doesn’t seem to be doing anything except following Iris around, he brings his brooding, beautiful face along for the ride. Pursued by the pixie police, captured by witches, and nearly eaten by black pixies, they find it’s a long way to the top if they want to rock and roll.

They call Maureen Death Girl because she’s obsessed with mass murderers. That is, when anyone in her high school speaks to her at all, which isn’t often.

A teenage outcast, Maureen thinks she’ll graduate high school before going on a date or being kissed. But in the first month of senior year, she attracts the attention of both enigmatic Jared, whose idea of fun is burning down old shoe factories, and distant Trevor, who dreams of violence and blood.

Jared has a plan. Trevor has a secret. And Maureen is about to be twisted up into a bleak world of desire, destruction, and sadistic glee.

The electricity went out months ago, all over the east coast. Due to her special powers, Azazel is employed by the government to help keep the peace as civilization crumbles around them.

Azazel, Hallam, and Marlena lead a rag tag group on a mission to get west and get help, but there’s someone in the way.

Jason.

He says he still loves Azazel.

But she can’t ever love him again.

Ever since Jane Cassidy's big brother was killed in a car accident six months ago, she's been taking solace in watching cheesy vampire movies and yelling at the characters on the screen when they do stupid things. She can't control the tragedy in her own life, but in the movies, the characters can find ways out of the grip of death.

A chance meeting with Bailey Westfield, her brother's best friend and her childhood crush, catapults her out of her cocoon of grieving. Bailey's kiss makes Jane feel tugged under a rushing waterfall of cold, sweet darkness. She only sees him at night, and she longs to feel his icy fingers trace the outline of her jaw.

Jane doesn't realize that she's been (literally) sucked into the plot of a vampire movie. And she's not so snarky when there are teeth in her own neck.

Jason races into Azazel’s life–sweaty, tortured, and hunted by covert forces. Even though her football-player boyfriend doesn’t like it, Azazel is drawn to Jason. He’s so complicated. He gets in fistfights, but always wins them–efficiently and thoroughly. He reads Plato and argues with their AP teacher. But he’s also quiet and serious, haunted by a past he won’t talk about. Azazel feels obsessed. She can’t let anything get in the way of finding out Jason’s secrets, not even her boyfriend, her friends, or her parents. Most importantly, no matter how dangerous Jason claims it is for her to be near him, she can’t let him leave.

As menace begins to surface from even the most trusted and familiar places, Azazel finds herself flung into a whirlwind of sinister motives and clandestine proceedings. Though Azazel evades each escalating danger, her feelings for Jason may prove to be the greatest danger of all.

Since she arrived in Italy, Azazel hasn’t been able to stop having nightmares. Sometimes her boyfriend Jason is covered in blood, grinning at her like a demon. Sometimes there is a gun in her hand, and she’s shooting the people she loves the most. The only way to stop the dreams is to drown them in liquor.

Azazel can hardly concentrate on anything else. Not the library located in the Sol Solis School. Not the secrets about Jason’s origins they need to discover there. Not the prom. Not the fact that she can’t have orgasms.

Azazel feels like black water is closing over her head. And she doesn’t know if she can breathe anymore.

Lilith’s back, and she’s got her eye on Jason.

Jason doesn’t think Azazel’s new best friend Jude is really gay.

Someone put a bell, engraved with a picture of the sun rising over water, in Azazel’s purse.

Azazel’s worried, but Jason thinks she’s paranoid.

Jason and Azazel might be at the beach, but the clouds are rolling in. . .