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How long had I spent wanting and pleading to die? Then, at my darkest moment... I'd found a reason for hope. A possibility for something more than what had been a fairly depressing existence thus far. So, the irony of being as close to death's door as I'd ever been was not lost on me. I suppose this was my opportunity to enjoy the closest I'd ever get to death. I was in Hell. Except hell was far different from what I expected. By day, the Art Deco hotel paradise featured a fantastic martini menu and my handsome psychopathic boss. By night, it became a playground for a bloody hunt.

The Horror Collection (Extreme Edition) marks a brutal milestone for KJK Publishing as the series unleashes its 11th volume—and one of its most dangerous yet. One of only three themed entries in the entire collection, this special edition dives headfirst into the darkest corner of the genre: extreme horror.

Descendant of Chaos. Daughter of Magic. Two titles that I had been called time and time again, but neither of them truly fit. As I had found in the God realm, I was so much more than that—an anomaly. And because of who I was and how I came to be, I was now part of a prophecy—one with world-ending aspects I wasn't a fan of. Unfortunately, I couldn't avoid the situation forever, and while the Horde was an amazing place to do exactly that… I quickly found there was something so much larger at stake than my pride or my anger at what Isis and my birthmother had done.

They say my kind shouldn't exist. But now that the world's seen me, they can't seem to look away… I can't experience love, but somewhere along the way, I became addicted to any substance that could make me forget the beautiful curse I can never escape. Now five supernatural men from my past...

Chaos. Magic. Love. Three elements to my life that have brought me to this point—traveling to the God realm. I know we can handle whatever the fates decide to toss our way. Yet between visiting Queen Titania's court and learning far more about my demi-gods' past than I could have expected... I just hope we can retain some semblance of sanity by the end of this. And what happens when I finally meet the man, the myth, the... well, god, obviously—Set. My father. What has Isis been hiding from me? Secrets are unraveling nearly as fast as things are heating up between my men and me.

Stay away from mages. It was a singular phrase my father had ingrained in me from the time of my birth. Sorry, Dad. I have a feeling that is going to be a problem. You have to understand… my life has been bland at best. Everything in my life, every single day, has been scripted, organized, and...

Pain was the only constant in my life. Love? Loyalty? Protection? Just whispers of hope, I stopped listening to. The Cold Moon Pack made sure of it—breaking me piece by piece, stripping away every part of who I was. Until they crashed into my world. Uninvited. Unapologetic. Impossible to stop...

Did we need to hold a Halloween party? No, of course not. Was I going to anyway? You better freakin' believe it. I didn't even feel bad! We needed a break! Even if it was for a day, a healthy work-life balance was essential…even if it was holding a bloody Halloween party and the work was determining who was sucking the magic out of people like goddamn juice boxes.

My father is a serial killer. No big deal. I promise. Me? Upset? No. Never. In fact, it would be really easy to pretend that the man never existed in the first place… if it wasn't for the bodies. What bodies? Only about 200 of them. Like I said. No big deal. What is even worse? He has had a dual purpose for killing them, and it isn't just because he's a sadistic monster. No. It is far worse than that. And if all of this wasn't enough to deal with… I had eight men in my life. Yes. Eight.

We were leaving Earth and traveling to an entirely new realm… Well, new for me. The Dreki realm. Before escaping Louisiana with my mother and meeting my mates, I'd lived trapped like a bird inside a cage of Pastor Malcolm's creation. I was free now. I was also starting to realize what that meant for myself, my mates, and my identity as a shifter. I may have had my wings cut, savagely severed by the hand fate dealt me, but I was becoming stronger and braver each day. There was an instinctual feeling inside of me, growing to the point that it wouldn't be ignored.

My father is back from the dead. He won't leave town without me, and no one can figure out why. Is it because of what I am? Does he want to use me as part of his religious cult? My mates are furious, and I can't help but feel like I have brought this trouble on them. The supernatural community is upset by the light I've brought on them with the rightful murder of my mother and Jed. My classmates have been swayed by the cruel rumors that my bully has put out. Worst of all? The boys keep saying I can shift, but I've had no luck. And what is this about a possible mating heat?

My sadistic mother and god-fearing father believe I have the devil inside of me because I heal after their abuse. I accepted long ago I would die in the very place I'd been born without ever feeling the sun on my skin. Then, one day, my mother took me from my father's religious cult in the wake of his death. Nearly a week later, and after countless hours with her boyfriend Jed's creepy remarks, I find myself in Washington State. I had only ever interacted with my parents and now Jed, so you can imagine my surprise when I ran smack dab into possibly the most handsome man in the world.

The five men I loved were the only ones I could trust. Dark Imaginarium Academy was no longer a safe haven for me. Any hopes for a fresh start have been completely eliminated—forced to flee the academy with the men who have quickly become everything to me. Carmina is far more dangerous than...

Overcome by the exhaustion of her monotonous day-to-day life, all Evera wants is one fun night out. A chance to escape a rigorous work schedule that drains her of all semblance of happiness. When a mysterious portal consumes the air before her and an enigmatic, intense man pulls her through, she wonders if her wish is being granted.

Any defenses I had against these men were falling now that they knew the truth about my past—about the darkness that resided under my very skin. After a ritual gone wrong, I find myself even more connected to them than before and embracing the intensity of what was growing between us and the strength it provided me. Something I was going to need because the academy was becoming a very dangerous place.

I was dead. At least, I thought I was. I should have been… but when I wake up in an odd realm with only Anani and Azrael to tether me to reality, I realize that this may not be the end. I have a larger purpose. One that includes saving everyone from the dragon god that was responsible for my death. All I have to do is find the strength to be reborn.

A simple promise I made to myself after escaping a brutal childhood of abuse and being trained to enact violence on unblessed witches. Since that moment, I've managed to survive on the streets by successfully pickpocketing. Unfortunately, after years of hiding, the monster who stars in all my nightmares is closer than ever, and I'm faced with only one option—to seek refuge at the Dark Imaginarium Academy. The Academy is filled with the elite witches of our society. I should have expected I'd run into some of my previous targets. Normally, that wouldn't be a proble—except for my last hit.

Clanguard has started a war—and I will do anything to stop it. Eight years ago, Linan Clanguard successfully staged the attack and slaughter of my family's clan. I will not let it happen again. The proof of his betrayal lies in my parents' imprisonment—because after all of these years, the...

I'd spent my entire life voiceless. Ignored. Put to the side. All because I couldn't communicate with the humans that I was forced to be around. All because I wasn't surrounded by my kind. My parents subjected me to the worst type of loneliness because of their history—their hatred.

Death at Astaroth's hands was something I'd experienced more times than I could count. This time, though, as I lay on a slab of stone while he tries to siphon my magic for his own use, I realize just how incredibly different it is. I have something to live for—someone to live for. Five men waiting for me on the other side. I'm fighting not only for my men but the fate of Carmina. Will I be able to defeat death and reap the reward? Or is this truly the end?