Scarlet Jones

My name is Scarlet Jones, and I'm a witch . . . of some kind. Probably. I grew up in a family full of strong Blood witches, in which my strange magic never belonged. I thought I was the only one of my kind out there, a true freak of nature, and I liked it that way. I lived on my own, learning to hunt these creatures nobody seemed to know anything about, a bunch of mindless thingies who were in the habit of sucking my magic dry wherever they found me. I even set up a party for them, just so I could teach them some manners. But my plan went to hell when four strangers crashed the party, people who apparently were like me. Just like that, I no longer felt like a special little flower. With four unconscious bodies at my feet and no idea what was going on, I thought that was the worst it was going to get. Boy, was I wrong . . . The rest of my life is only just beginning, and by the looks of it, it is not going to be a smooth ride. Contains mature themes.

The demons are after us. The ECU is after us. What are the odds that we'll ever stop them from hunting us down? Very low. Good thing I'm all up for impossible challenges. When the demons came into the ECU's "research" facility where we were being held prisoner, the strange dragon around my hand came to life, giving me a way to end those suckers for good. We might have made it out alive, but a lot of witches like us didn't. Instead, they were kidnapped by the demons. We can sugar-coat it all day long, but we all know it was my fault. I brought those demons to the facility. Now, I have to set those witches free. With a Hedge witch by my side, whose name is on the ECU's most-wanted list right under mine, I plan to claw my way through those demons until every person they kidnapped is set free, and until the ECU stops trying to wipe us off the face of the earth. It's time the whole world knew that we're the new witches in town, and we're here to stay. Another good thing is that pretty much nothing went as planned, or this story would have been boring as hell. Contains mature themes.

There is a Spellmaker. He's alive and in hiding. And we're going to find him. The Carnival of Light didn't exactly go the way the ECU had imagined. We ended up putting the best show in the world for them, right in front of everyone. Hiding away in an abandoned monastery while all our enemies knew where we were sounded much better as an idea. Now that we were actually living there, all Storm witches who'd come to meet us at the Carnival, it was a whole other story. We'd gotten every person on the ECU hit-list under one roof, and we had no means to protect them. Yet. Finding the Spellmaker kid is our top priority. Without spells, we don't have much hope to make our place in the world. But finding him isn't going to be easy, not while hiding from the demons, the ECU, and a brand new enemy who-surprise, surprise!-wants the dragon attached to my hand. But we're a determined bunch. One way or another, we're going to find the Spellmaker. I'm just not sure if we're ready for what we find when we get there. Once again, this journey of us, of Storm witches against an entire world, shows me that nothing, absolutely nothing is ever what it seems . . . Contains mature themes.

Who would have thought that I, Scarlet Jones, the first ever Storm witch of the world, would one day work for the ECU? I sure as hell didn't, but here we are. When Jane Dunham came to the monastery to look for her sister Elisa, she had a parting gift for us: a horde of demons who came into our home and killed without mercy. It put an end to our illusion of safety pretty quickly. On that same night, my father came to see me. I was ready to start running on all fours from him, but then he offered me a deal: If I agreed to work with the ECU and help them hunt and kill demons, they were going to give me what I wanted the most: they would set my people free. A no-brainer. I said yes. Before I knew it, I had an office, a team of five, a Captain I'd officially named "Asshole", and unlimited resources to hunt down demons, while the rest of the Storm witches were finally free to live as they deserved. The dream life, right? Could have been, but mistakes of the past always find a way to come back and bite you in the ass. Mine are about to cost me much more than I could have ever imagined. And this is just the beginning of my troubles . . . Contains mature themes.

Erick Adams, the devil incarnate and a leader of our people, had the key that could have put an end to the world's misery long ago-right until I stole it from him. I thought I was showing him when I slapped the truth on his face, and three members of the demon hunting team I was working with heard it, but I didn't. I just put them all in Adams's shit-list. Maddox Wilder, aka Captain Asshole, is the only one from my former team willing to stick with me until we did the only thing we could do-get our freedom back. My best friend Elisa finally came back to me, too, and the three of us are out to do the impossible: bring Erick Adams down in front of the whole world. But Adams is no fool. He's two steps ahead of us at all times, and we found out the hard way when our plan failed epically, and now, he has the Spellmaker kid, too. To beat him, we're going to have to accept help from three complete strangers: a Bone witch, a fairy, and a fairy-slash-Bone-witch, who may or may not put a bullet in our brains when we least expect it. With the key gone and the Spellmaker under Adams' clutches, I have to do everything I can to survive so I can put an end to this. Unfortunately, putting an end to things is about to get very close to impossible. Contains mature themes.

We thought we had it all figured out. How to defeat Erick Adams, how to kill the demons, how to save the Spellmaker, how to save the world . . . Everything I needed to fight until my dying breath was right there in my hands, until it wasn't anymore. I made Erick Adams into the monster that he is today. I doomed the whole world by giving him the means to become invincible. Wilder said to me once that, whether it's a blessing or a curse, I'm never, ever on my own. This time, it will be no different. I'll go to the end of the worlds if I have to, sell my soul to whoever will buy it, just to kill the monster I created and save the people I love from a fate more horrible than death. The question is, will the world and the people still want me after I pay the ultimate price for our freedom? Contains mature themes.