Evil Fiction

Seven years after the Judgment Virus—also known as the EVO Virus—swept across the globe, humanity finds itself divided. Some have perished, while others have emerged with extraordinary powers, transforming into superhumans. These beings now walk among us, shaping a world where heroism, villainy, and superhuman military units become the new norm, hinting at the possibility of a Cold War on the horizon. At the epicenter of this transformed reality stands Sophia Dennison, the inaugural and most potent superhuman on Earth

Evil is running rampant, and sweet Anna Whitt is its target. Nobody knows when or how the Dukes will strike, but Anna and her Nephilim allies will do anything necessary to rid the Earth of the demons and their oppressive ways. The stakes are higher than ever, and Anna is determined that the love she feels will be her strength, not a liability. But trying to protect the ones she loves while running for her life and battling demonic forces proves to be perilous - especially as faces are changing and trust is fleeting.

More murder. More mayhem. More Ellison and anarchy.

Il destino di Victor è intrecciato a quello di Eli sin dai tempi dell'università, quando la loro comune sete di conoscenza, unita a una sfrenata ambizione, si rivelò fatale. Gettandosi a capofitto in una ricerca sull'adrenalina e le esperienze ai confini della morte, fecero una straordinaria scoperta: a determinate condizioni, è possibile sviluppare poteri soprannaturali. Ma le cose precipitarono... Sono passati dieci anni da allora e Victor è evaso di prigione, determinato a trovare il suo vecchio amico.

Strangling vines and meat-hungry flora fill this unruly garden of strange stories, selected for their significance as the seeds of the villainous (or perhaps just misunderstood) 'killer plant' in fiction, film and video games. Step within to marvel at Charlotte Perkins Gilman's giant wisteria and H.G. Wells' hungry orchid; hear the calls of the ethereal women of the wood and the frightful drone of the moaning lily; and do tread carefully around E. Nesbit's wandering creepers. Every strain of vegetable threat can be found within this new collection.

A master craftsman, Don Lark could fix everything except what mattered, his own soul. After tragedy claimed the one thing he loved, he began looking for dilapidated houses to buy, renovate, and resell at a profit, giving these empty shells the second chance at life he denied himself.

Forensic psychologist Sophia Channing nearly lost her life to a serial killer. Fortunately, her own quick thinking - and Division of Criminal Investigation agent Cam Prescott's efforts - rescued her from a horrifying fate. Together, Sophia and Cam jailed the sadistic predator and closed the case on his reign of terror. But when teenagers make a gruesome discovery in the Iowa woods, Sophia and Cam realize they've only scratched the surface of an evil that runs even deeper and deadlier than one madman's twisted desires.

A serial attacker is locked up, and his murderous accomplice has been gunned down. But the true mastermind behind their lethal reign of terror still hasn't been taken in or taken down, so the harrowing case of the Cornbelt Killers isn't closed - and one murderous woman is determined to keep it that way. The only thing more important to her than evading capture is hunting down her hit list of enemies, topped by Iowa's Division of Criminal Investigation agent Cam Prescott and forensic psychologist Sophia Channing.

Cooper Lee has never been happier. She has terrific friends at Bible study, a great boyfriend in Nathan, and, best of all, a new niece or nephew on the way. But storm clouds are gathering when a string of church robberies comes to Hope Street, and an art teacher is found dead in what appears to be a robbery gone wrong.

The enemies they are about to be pitted against make their endeavors so far look like a cake walk. Killer bugs and government conspiracies are old hat. Armies of mutants spreading like a plague, a host of life-snuffing cyborgs that won’t stop “cleaning,” and fierce competition between the various factions. Let’s just say that when this is over, the DEMC are going to need some serious R&R…assuming they make it through this in one piece. Survival was never a given, but the DEMC have just the give-‘em-hell attitude needed to see this job through.

Following a humiliating, defeated effort to conquer Earth, Klawde has had it with this dismal planet. And anyway, what's the point in conquering such an insignificant corner of the galaxy, when there's an entire universe to rule? Luckily for Klawde, the position of Emperor of the Universe is now open for the taking. So with Barx and Raj by his side, and enemies around every corner, Klawde begins the campaign of his life. Can he win enough hearts and minds to become...Emperor of the Universe?

Between new clients and governmental contracts, Trident Security has grown by leaps and bounds. To accommodate the increased caseload, they’ve added a second team to their Tampa headquarters. After hiring seven “best of the best” from military and law enforcement backgrounds, they’ve put together a crackerjack group of six men and one woman. But before they’re turned out to handle their own missions, they must first prove they are a cohesive and capable unit.

It's a hot day in Virginia during the Great Depression, when a bus breaks down on a lonely backwoods road. The passengers are told the repairs will take till tomorrow, so... What will they do tonight? Good fortune strikes! Just down the road, there's a carnival! The last man off is a writer and sightseer from Rhode Island, a man named Howard Phillips Lovecraft...

Trophy-wife besties Doris, Janet, and Marj are living the good life. They’ve got it all—rich lawyer husbands, big houses in an upscale neighborhood, fancy cars, shopping trips, Sunday brunches. Lately, though, they’ve begun to suspect there’s trouble in paradise and the trouble's name is Isobel Rigby, the gothy, sexy young widow at the end of the block.

A raging storm and a bed and breakfast off the beaten path. Three couples looking to cross things off their bucket lists. A night of puns, quips, and brutal violence, hosted by the sweet, mad, elderly couple: Marge and Alby.

It began with betrayal. And ended in murder. She was never supposed to cross my path. She was never supposed to know about the Currency of Secrets or the Oaths of Blood. But like a thief in the night, she stole my soul even if she wasn't mine to possess. As a member of the Elite, I live by simple tenets. A gentleman above all. Private matters stay private. Secrets whispered are never revealed. Enemies and friends are of the same coin. And power is king. My so-called brothers killed my friend. I intend to make them pay.

Fresh on probation for his unconventional methods of handling exorcisms, Father Schnitt is burdened to describe his encounters with the possessed. With brutal honesty and nothing to hide, the rogue Father details his procedures for extraction and his arsenal of weaponry, including a crucifix, shotguns, and machetes. Last, but not least, whiskey is not only the Father’s cause of addiction, but also serves as his greatest weapon and ally.

PECCAVI. The Latin word is scrawled in blood at the scene of a young woman's brutal murder: I HAVE SINNED. It's a chilling Christmas greeting for Boston medical examiner Maura Isles and Detective Jane Rizzoli, who swiftly link the victim to controversial celebrity psychiatrist Joyce O'Donnell, Jane's professional nemesis and member of a sinister cabal called the Mephisto Club.

Our trio of madcap mercenaries have brought peace to Mugh-9, but it turns out that peace is bad for business. What is a merc to do but head out into the galaxy and find some work? There’s always someone in need of a steady hand, a strong arm, and a propensity toward violence, right? Our trio hit the jackpot when they are approached by a representative from a crumbling regime.

What holds a community, a civilization, or a world together? Shared values? Mutual interests? Perhaps something less definable, like an ineffable source of unity? Or is it blood and terror, and primal drives that force the pack to close in and bare their fangs? Such questions may be more suited to philosophers, but the DEMC and its mercenaries are the ones who will be doling out the answers.