Six weeks after escaping from the necromancer Douglas, Sam LaCroix is under the protection of the Blackthorn pack of werewolves and fey hounds and unsure if his necromancer rival is dead.

When Sy learned that Connor, the young familiar who'd been staying with him, had been captured, he knew immediately that he could find him. After all, what use was it, him being a Necromancer, if he couldn't locate lost souls? The fact he was hosting Dakar's parents at the time shouldn't have made it an issue. After all, they were pack-oriented and understood the need to bring a family member home. Didn't they? Dakar had been a loving son for 50...

Spooky reverse harem that bends the tropes... Weird. Creepy. Frumpy. Boyish. At the young age of 29, reluctant necromancer Esper Jones is an outcast, labeled "the old witch on the hill" and avoided by all sane residents of the tiny village of Hellsfork Michigan. And that's just fine with her. Dealing with people has all the appeal of poking her own eyes out. But Esper's quiet world is upset when a strange, beautiful man named Toma blows into town...

Roland thought necromancers were inhuman monsters. Until he met Sairis. Roland and Sairis have escaped from a traumatic assassination attempt, solved the mystery of their attacker, and enjoyed plenty of heavy petting along the way. Roland knows that it's too soon for love, but he feels like he's falling head over heels. However, in the final moments when their attacker is revealed, Sairis does something unthinkable. He transfers a brutal spell to...

Sairis has never ridden a living horse, never left home, never kissed a man. He'd really like to do one of those things... Sairis is a necromancer with a price on his head. He needs to get to the capital for a conference that may change his life. But he's never ridden a horse before. At least not a live one. Fortunately, the local knacker is a gentle soul who has helped Sairis in the past. In addition, Sairis suspects the knacker may know things...

The dead won't stay buried, and they're raising dark secrets with them... Erick Darvaul just wanted to be left alone to grieve the loss of his parents, but when the citizens of the town showed up on his doorstep at night, he knew nothing would ever be the same. Long hated and feared by the townsfolk for their practice of Necromancy, the Darvaul family had always kept themselves apart from the people of Draymed. Until now. Now, there are vampires attacking...

Death is supposed to be the end. Not in my world. The dead never move on, not since Death walked off the job and disappeared. As a necromancer, it's my job to police the spirits while they remain stuck and, well, problematic a lot of the time. Death really needs to take his head out of his backside and get back to work, wherever he might be. After a horrible incident in the tunnels of the London Underground, my life takes a sharp turn. It's all...

Just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, the crap really hits the fan. Now what? How do you clear up a mess as big as this? Is there any coming back from absolute chaos? I have to believe in hope. I have to believe in my love for Death, for a future beyond this pain and drama. But why does hope feel like such a foolish dream at this point? Damn. An ending is coming... I just hope I survive it.