"Oh god… that's my body!" I gasp, my voice echoing as I float above the grim scene, cold dread gripping me as I see my lifeless form on the rain-soaked asphalt.

A hooded figure crouches, predatory, over me, and I watch in horror as the vampire sinks her teeth into my throat, drawing the last of my life in crimson rivulets. Every drop of blood is a testament to my stolen existence.

Twenty-three-year-old Celeste Hulder lived a simple life, dreaming of fame as an artist while working late shifts at a local dive bar.

Then one fateful night, she is attacked in the parking lot, and her reality changes forever.

Suddenly, wrenched back into her body and reborn, she is colder, harder, and more lethal than before.

Thirsting for vengeance, Celeste discovers a world of vampires, demons, and power struggles.

Her quest for justice and retribution leads her to Ethan Mac Paidin, a demon lord with mind-bending powers. Despite her instincts, she's drawn to him.

Rumors speak of the Bloodstone, an ancient relic granting power over the living and the dead. Celeste vows to claim it before darkness consumes humanity.

But Valdis, who transformed her, returns with a chilling warning: nothing in the realm of Blarjord is as it seems.

A prophecy says Ethan must kill her to stop an even greater terror.

Valdis, the vampire queen of Blarjord, is the great-grandmother of Jack, Ethan, and Sadie Mac Paidin.

So, how is it that a human evolved to rule the darkness on the world of Dyrrheim?

This highly anticipated story reveals her background.

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Nathaniel Gray was a 15-year-old boy dying from cancer.

Until Faith Portner, Jack Mac Paidin's future mother touched and unknowingly healed him.

This is the story of what happened to Nathaniel after his miraculous healing.

An engaging short story further evolving the Jack Mac Paidin universe. This gripping story of hope, courage, and redemption will enthrall readers who love the series.

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Isabella is a 16-year-old Sumerian princess in line to inherit her father's throne when an evil sorceress casts a curse of invisibility on her. Isabella is then thrust forward in time to present-day USA, where she and her new friends strive to solve the mystery of removing the curse and returning her to ancient Sumer and her awaiting kingdom.

PROLOGUE

SUMERIA - 2150 BCE

“You shall not inherit your father’s kingdom,” my stepmother hissed under her breath as my body stiffened.

Gazing down, I watched dusty-white granules form on the surface of my skin, changing its appearance from glossy caramel to an ancient-looking bronze. The frosty texture crept from my feet, up my ankles, and past my shins, freezing my legs in place. I tried to wiggle my toes, but they wouldn’t budge. It made me think of the time we traveled to gaze at Great Aunt Edith, who’d turned into a pillar of salt.

I bet Kubaba was responsible for that curse, too. I thought, struggling to break free of the old hag’s spell-cast grip.

“Now that your mother is gone, my path to the throne will be clear once you are out of the way.”

I battled against the magic holding me captive, but it was useless. No matter how I fought, words could not escape my lips. Strangely, even though my mouth wouldn’t open, I could still move my tongue around inside and swallow. I tried to lift my hands to cover my mouth, but my arms were fixed at my sides.

They weren’t exactly frozen because I wasn’t cold. So, whatever the wicked sorceress did to me didn’t involve a temperature change. I was actually beginning to sweat. Droplets formed on my forehead, slowly sliding toward my brows. All my other bodily functions seemed to work. I was breathing just fine, and even though my heart was racing from panic, still, it was pumping. And I could blink my eyes. In fact, seeing and hearing weren’t a problem at all. But those darn beads of sweat started running into my eyes, and I blinked rapidly to keep the salty liquid from entering, making them sting.

“Stop struggling, girl,” the witch murmured, reaching around and grabbing a cloth from a side table. Then, moving toward me and bending over, she gingerly patted the moisture away.

“I’m not going to kill you,” she cocked her left eyebrow, smirking at me.

“Just eliminate you from the equation…”

Facing me, the sorceress raised both arms in the air and uttered a string of incomprehensible words.

Then everything went black.