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Struggling artist, Rob, has come to London to make his name. However, moving into a flat in an old house, he finds himself with some unwanted attention of the supernatural kind.

John knows that at best he can be described as a male escort and at worst as a whore, but it's what he does and he's good at it. He sells his body and his clients come with fangs so it's more about blood than sex.

Drekken is a dragon warrior. Bonded to his dragon, Miri, together they lead a squadron of fliers. His fliers respect him, his enemies fear him, his reputation precedes him. Yet, nothing in his life could have prepared Drekken for his greatest challenge: babysitting.

Harry Moorsely is a noticing sort of gal. And she has noticed Mariam DeBoer. Of course there is a jewel thief to unmask first.

The Anti-Christ is coming! His name is Owen. Well technically it's Beherit, but that's so last millennium.

Bae is just looking for a job to help him save enough money to go to college. Jim Jones is looking for a house sitter and the pay is good so it's a match made in heaven. Only problem is, the ad never mentioned Steve, Jim's temporarily blind brother, or the lights suddenly going out and all hell breaking lose. Jim and Steve aren't what they pretend to be and Bae is right in the middle.

The body of a girl in a ceremonial robe is found sprawled on a playground roundabout, her throat brutally ripped out. Is it a ritualistic, magical murder or a setup to distract from the real killer? That is the question that faces Theo and Remy Haward, detectives in the Sorcerous Crimes Task Force (SeCT), when they are called to the scene.

Charlie meets his destiny in an encounter with a cat figurine that attacks him for no reason he can work out. Then he grows a tail in his sleep and has to travel to a realm called Between to learn how to use the magic now running through his veins. An anti-social vampire and five teenagers who all appear to be much more prepared and competent are only the beginnings of his worries; being asked to help save existence is the icing on the cake.