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For well over a century, Monster Hunter International has kept the world safe from supernatural threats far and wide. Now, join us as we delve some of the wilder stories from the library archives which have never seen the light of day. The Monster Hunter Files Vol. 2 continues the secret lore and mythical battles against the forces of evil, and the fallout from these conflicts.

Camren Hunt ist ein Junge ohne Vergangenheit. Im vergangenen Unheiligen Jahr fand man ihn im Keller eines verlassenen Herrenhauses – umgeben von Leichen mit durchschnittenen Kehlen. Niemand weiß, was dort passiert ist, nicht einmal Camren selbst. Jetzt, dreizehn Jahre später, schlagen sich die Menschen durch ein weiteres Unheiliges Jahr, in dem Geister und Wiedergänger noch gefährlicher sind als sonst.

Around midnight, under a lonely street lamp in a provincial town in Japan, lies a white woman, a blonde, alone, robbed of all four limbs, yet undead. Indeed, a rumor's been circulating among the local girls that a vampire has come to their backwater, of all places. Koyomi Araragi, who prefers to...

Tess Tulley is the proud proprietor of Mill City Investigations—the premier (if you ask her) private investigation business in her small Massachusetts city. Business is slow, especially after she blew up her credibility among her fellow Spinners (do not call them witches) by turning in her own uncle for a crime spree three years ago. Loyalty among Spinners is top priority, and Tess’s decision to put the investigation over her coven has left her out in the cold.

Liska est une Tisseuse d'échos, une sorcière au pouvoir si rare que le Haut conseil a juré sa perte. Pour survivre, elle se cache et consacre son existence à sauver les hybrides que les Rédemptrices traquent sans merci. Mais une nuit, épuisée, elle baisse la garde dans les bras d'un séduisant et dangereux inconnu. C'est le début de la fin. Contrainte de voler un grimoire interdit pour lui échapper, Liska est désormais la cible d'un Déchu aussi redoutable qu'attirant.

Die junge Reporterin Ivy Briggs reist auf die geheimnisvolle Isle of Veil, eine abgelegene Insel vor der Südküste Englands. Doch ausgerechnet Dr. Bennett Wyler, der charismatische Leiter der Station, macht ihr das Leben schwer. Gerade als sie beginnt, sich an die eigenwillige Umgebung und die liebenswert-chaotischen Dämonenwelpen zu gewöhnen, erschüttert ein Mord die Aufzuchtstation. Um die Schließung der Station zu verhindern, bleibt Ivy und Bennett nur eines zu tun: Sie müssen zusammenarbeiten.

Mercy Thompson has been hailed as “a heroine who...always remains true to herself” (Library Journal). Now she’s back, and she’ll soon discover that when the fae stalk the human world, it’s the children who suffer... Tensions between the fae and humans are coming to a head. And when...

Lawrence Miller is an IT Security consultant who uses his frequent work travel to do paranormal research. Or, you know, crawl around dark places and poke at restless dead things. But he’s taking a break from the paranormal in New Orleans, famously haunted and infested by creatures walking the line between living and dead. Believe it or not, this isn’t his worst idea ever. Missing children, bayou monsters and a rich history of every possible reason for evil things to haunt the dark compete with the celebratory energy of New Orleans and almost enough pubs.

I’m a shifter with a checkered past and sticky fingers. I like my new life. I’ve got good friends, cheap barbecue, and weekly karaoke. Sure, I live in an apartment with more deadbolts than functioning windows. And yeah, I earn just enough tips as a mediocre bartender to buy name brand ramen noodles. But I can be as flamboyant and fun as I want—as long as I keep my hands clean. When a mysterious stranger strolls into my bar with tales of a magical dagger so rare it’s guaranteed to start a bidding war, that itch is back. One last heist…for old times’ sake. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

Vincent Lupo is a jaded, wine-soaked immortal just trying to finish writing his latest smutty novel and avoid the people he’s wronged—magical or otherwise. Then a severed head turns up in his fridge, branded with an invocation sigil and whispering lines from a play he wrote a century ago. A play the wrong people believe is prophecy. Now Vincent’s neck-deep in death cults, cursed scripts, and a once-devoted mortal aide who’s now a cult leader hellbent on crafting his own narrative—and casting Vincent as the unwilling Bloodbard at centre stage.

When he is called to investigate a Yeti attack in the French Alps, Tempest Michaels is certain it will just be another fool in a costume - He’s going to solve the case in five minutes and spend a few days skiing. Yay! Guess again. The mountain, the locals, and above all, the Yeti, have other plans in mind. With the Dachshunds doing their best to avoid the cold and Big Ben distracted by the abundant snow bunnies on offer, Tempest is in for a tougher test than he expected.

There might be no such thing as werewolves, vampires or ghosts but apparently, evil Klowns are real. Tempest Michaels is once again investigating ridiculous cases that are clearly not even slightly paranormal in nature. However, his daily menu of fun is interrupted by a plague of men dressed in garish outfits. They wear twisted clown make-up as they terrorise the Kent towns and villages with ever escalating and more frequent attacks.

My name is Liam, and I was an FBI agent—until I stepped into the world of Rylee Adamson. Now, I’m a Guardian, a wolf shifter whose very design is to protect those around him at any cost. The battle against Orion is done, the demons banished. In their wake, there are so many innocents who have lost their lives, their families, and their way.

THE STUNNING CONCLUSION TO THE GUILD HUNTER SERIES BY NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING AUTHOR NALINI SINGH Elena and Raphael return for the hauntingly poignant conclusion to New York Times bestselling author Nalini Singh's genre-defining Guild Hunter series. A thousand years. It's been a millennium...

Being Alpha is a fulltime job, but so is being a mate, father, son, brother, and friend. The weight of the Pack sits upon my shoulders and there are few that know what that feels like. I thought we were done having kids, but my mate is pregnant again. With four daughters and a possible fifth on...

A cowboy's life has no place for a mate. Sure some cowboys make it work, but when Emmett takes on more responsibilities at Collier Farms, he knows he's sacrificing his own chance at true love. Or so he thinks. One night out on the range. One gorgeous stranger. One unexpected night of passion...

We were just putting the pieces of our lives back together when Valerian attacked and declared Raven as his. Rene responded with force, but Valerian’s magic was stronger. He cursed him—binding Rene’s life to an ancient artifact shattered centuries ago. Unless the pieces are found and restored, he’ll die. But only Raven’s power can find them… and if she leaves Black Blossom County, Rene dies. So Raven did the impossible—she transferred her magic to me.

Rory: Imagine my surprise when my missing ex-boyfriend's phone pings back to life in the one place I swore I'd never set foot in again: home. Home to the pack I left years ago, where I'd learned I'd never be enough. I'm probably mad for agreeing to go—after all, the pack gathering I've been...

Aislan made a deal, his life in exchange for his brothers. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea, but now it has sunk in that he has to spend the rest of his 400-some years with none other than Typhon, Sidhe’s one and only snake shifter. To make matters worse, Sceach Gheal, Typhon’s home, doesn’t contain much to do. There’s no sitting area, no library, heck, there aren’t even proper servants, just some small, ornery dragons Typhon keeps around to do his dirty work.

Being a newly minted demon with some shiny black wings of my own should be a dream come true. I mean, I'm back in Hell, I've got power, I'm not a lowly human anymore, this could be the start to happily ever after with my boo Azazel! If only it weren't for that little snag . . . that Lucifer...