QUINTON VALTREZ

My name is Quinton Valtrez.

I’m an assassin for a secret government unit called the Ghosts. Ghosts because we are cold-blooded killers who can slip into any place at any time without being seen or heard. We can also kill without batting an eye. No hesitation. No remorse. No guilt.

Because we are killing the evil ones who take other innocents’ lives.

But that’s not all. I’m part demon. I have powers, the ability to read minds. And sometimes I get premonitions of bad things to come.

Only I didn’t see any of this in my future:

A sexy reporter named Annabelle Armstrong on my tail, threatening to expose me – and tempt me with her sultry eyes and mouth.

The fact that I have two brothers I never knew existed – both part demons, both struggling with their own dark sides.

And a father out for vengeance and to trap me. He’s ruthless, a Satan lover, the most evil leader of the underworld of all times.

Even worse, he has others working for him. The Soul Collectors. The Twilight Guards who guard the portal gates between the mortal realm and the supernatural. The shapeshifters and pagan gods and creatures who will do unspeakable acts to win glory in his name.

The demons who have powers beyond comprehension. One is here and I’m fighting him now. He steals people’s minds, turns them into killers, soldiers for Satan’s cause.

He’s praying on innocents to do his job.

I have to stop him before more people die.

But the Death Angel is the one demon who claims he can never be stopped.

And my own dark hunger may be my destruction – for I want Annabelle with every breath I take...

But I must resist the call to take her.

For doing so will only expose the truth of what I am.

And lead her straight into my father’s demonic trap...

ANNABELLE ARMSTRONG

I am a reporter for CNN, a searcher for the truth. I’m also tired of being given the small stories, so now I’m chasing a big one of my own.

I’ve done my homework and come to Savannah, Georgia to track down a cold-blooded killer named Quinton Valtrez. He works for Homeland Security, and is supposed to be one of the good guys. But I have reason to believe he’s part of an elite, secret government unit of assassins called the Ghosts.

And I am determined to expose him.

But nothing prepared me for the sexy, potently masculine, virile man that I met. He tried to intimidate me, threatened me, tried to get me to leave town, even spied on me -- he also saved my life.

You see, something terrible happened on the night of all Hallow’s Eve. A serial bomber struck Savannah, killing hundreds and terrifying the town. Then the vultures arrived, swooping down to feed from the carnage, crunching human bones in their jagged teeth and dripping blood from their mouths.

Now, I’ve teamed up with Quinton to find this killer. A killer who is spreading fear to other towns, robbing homeless of their minds, and killing in the masses.

Thrown together with Quinton has forced me to see a different side of the man. Yes, he’s a killer. But he only kills those destroying lives. And he may be the only one who can stop this evil.

Because Quinton has powers. He’s part demon, part man.

Still, each time his dark eyes rake over me, my body hums to life and my mind veers into dangerous territory, awakening erotic fantasies that leave me tongue-tied and in knots.

And wondering if he can read my mind.

If he knows how badly I crave his touch, his lips on my mouth, his hands on my naked flesh, his thick sex between my thighs.

Is he truly as evil as I thought, or could a seed of good live in his soul?

And if I succumb to the dark hunger in his eyes, will I lose my soul as well?

THE DEATH ANGEL

I am the Angel of Death.

And death cannot be stopped.

For it is inevitable -- such is the circle of life.

I have been enlisted by Zion, the leader of the underworld, to choose that time for you. Premature perhaps, but evil must survive, must thrive for Zion to reign.

Now Zion wants his sons to join his side.

For each has special powers, the pull of evil in their souls. And together they could be the strongest force that has ever ruled the land.

My power -- I can strip innocents of their minds and bend them to my will. Turn them into killers without dirtying my own demonic hands.

I can also change forms. Fly through the air as a vulture, calling to fellow predators to feast on the human remains.

The delicious taste of blood and bones wets my appetite for more.

And if Quinton and his lady friend get in the way, then they will become my meal.

THE VULTURE

We are the birds of prey who soar high in the sky, sniffing out our next meal.

The Death Angel is one of us now. He calls to us when the killing is done.

Then we descend on the animal and human carnage and fill our bellies with blood and bones.

The local legends say we represent evil and death.

And they are right.

THE TWILIGHT GUARDS

The force that guards the portals between the mortal realm and the demonic world.

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DARK LORD: VINCENT VALTREZ

A darkness lives inside me, a darkness I can not control.

I’ve struggled with it all my life, but instead of fading, the call grows stronger each year. And lately, I’ve been slipping into it more, into the black holes where I lose time.

I wake hours later, sometimes with blood on my hands, and no memory of where I’ve been or what I’ve done.

But the voice in my head tells me that I’ve getting closer and closer to losing myself into the darkness for good.

It all started when I was a boy. My father was a cold, brutal man. He taught me lessons in unspeakable ways. Punished me if I didn’t obey. Forced me to kill with my bare hands. To taste the blood of my victims.

And to crave the scent of death.

I can not erase the past. Or change who I am.

I’ve been running from it ever since the day my mother died. My mother, the Angel of Light, of goodness.

My father The Dark Lord.

They were forbidden to marry, but they did.

And they produced me.

Another Dark Lord, destined to battle an inner war that will never allow me peace. I don’t know how much longer I can resist.

My primal needs consume me – my thirst for flesh. To pound myself in a woman until I feel nothing but the pleasure of her milking my length.

To close my eyes and feel her neck snap between my hands.

I thought my becoming a federal agent, I could make that darkness my friend. That by protecting others, I could end the battle once and for all. And I’ve used it to track down killers, the madmen I understand.

But now the past has returned to haunt me. I’ve been forced back to my home town. Eerie, Tennessee, a lost town in the heart of the Smokies, a town where evil scents the town and legends of demons and the dead abound.

A medium claims that a serial killer is stalking the town. One who can touch a woman and know her greatest fear. Then he uses it to kill her.

Trouble is, the killer is a demon. And he’s out to get me.

He’ll use anyone I care for to lure me into his trap.

Including the woman who talks to the dead. The woman who I’m drawn to, the one I’ve wanted for years.

But I must resist her as well as the demon’s hold.

If I succumb to the darkness, then evil will win.

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THE MEDIUM: CLARISSA KING

I didn’t ask for this gift, to talk to the dead. Some people don’t believe me. Some think I’m strange, spooky, scary. And others call me crazy.

My grandmother was just like me. And my mother, too. But the dead drove her insane, drove her to kill herself, to hang herself in the Devil’s Tree, because she took their pain on as her own.

As I fear that one day I will, too.

Still, this is my destiny. I cannot run from it – believe me, I’ve tried. But the spirits have followed me all my life, no matter where I go, I cannot hide.

They hound me day and night. I see their wide sightless eyes pleading with me to help them, see their skeletal remains floating in the shadows, their brittle fingers reaching for me to help them understand their death, their flesh turning to ashes in the night.

To save their souls, I have to help them cross into the light.

But first I must uncover the mystery of what brought them to death so they can move on.

I’m no detective, no glutton for punishment, no hero at all. Just a woman haunted by the dead’s cries, by screams that are only quieted when I answer the call.

In Eerie, there have always been deaths. Legends of dark creatures and monsters who roam the hills. Places like the Black Forest where no light exists, where no mortal enters and comes out alive.

And now a demon has risen, his evil scent lingers in the air, vile and terrifying. He’s already taken three lives and will take more

Unless I stop him.

For that, I need help.

Vincent Valtrez once lived in the town. Survived the Black Forest. Ran away from it all.

Including me.

But now he’s back.

Only he doesn’t believe my stories of the dead.

Convincing him is the only way to find the killer before he strikes again.

But falling in love with him is not an option.

For he is part demon, and loving him might mean sacrificing my soul, and my life...

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THE DEMONS:

ZION:

Once a Dark Lord, I relented to the dark side when I burned my wife at the stake.

I have paid the price for years, burning in the underground, serving the Masters of Evil.

Finally I am assuming my rightful place as the new leader of the underworld.

I have dispensed the Soul Collectors to Earth in masses, ordered them to destroy innocents and bring me their souls to build my kingdom.

I promised that evil will one day rule the world. And I will not fail.

Recruiting other Dark Lords to my regime will ensure my success. And turning my son will strengthen my hold tenfold.

For my firstborn Vincent has the potential to walk in my following, to one day rule my command. I trained him as a child before he drove a fiery stake into my cold, unfeeling heart. That kill brought him one step closer to losing himself.

The time has now come for him to follow his destiny and join me...

If he refuses, I will be forced to kill him as I did my wife...

PAN; THE GOD OF FEAR

My name is Pan. I am the God of Fear, a black faceless demon who feeds on mortal’s fears. One who can touch a mere human and read his mind like an open book – sort through the pages of gibberish until I find the human’s deepest fear.

Only fitting that that fear should bring them death.

Laughter bubbles in my parched throat as I picture the kill. I love the roar of the innocents’ hearts pounding in that second before death, their wide, terrorized eyes when they look into my demonic face, the sound of their terrorized screams just before they draw their final breath. Their sorrow as they recount the days of their pitiful lives. The regrets and hopes that flail and die as they contemplate heaven or hell.

Yet for all my demonic power, I have been tortured and punished for centuries. Forced to one of the lowly realms, banned from Earth.

But the demon rising, Zion, is the fiercest one to date. And with the year of the eclipse, he has given the demons a chance for redemption within our realms.

All I need to sit at Zion’s hands are seven souls. Collect them and I will bring glory to his name.

Collecting his son’s soul will raise me to his right hand side.

All I need now is a human body. For disguise will allow me to get closer to the innocents in the quaint little mountain town.

My journey has already begun.

Will I find you in Eerie? Will you walk past me and know who I am?

If I press my demonic hand upon your back, will I learn your greatest fear?

A laugh starts low in my belly. What are you afraid of?

The dark? Snakes? Spiders? Suffocating. Drowning? Heights? Being buried alive?

The possibilities are endless.

So many ways to die.

Let the fun begin..

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THE SOUL COLLECTORS:

We come in various demonic forms. But we all have one goal: lure the innocents into our traps. Win their souls for our leader to glorify his kingdom.

So good will die and evil will thrive...

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