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  The SoulTracker Series Box Set Vol II

  SoulTracker Series Books 4, 5 & 6

  T.G. Ayer

  The DarkWorld: The SoulTracker Series

  The DarkWorld: SoulTracker Series

  The SoulTracker novels is a companion series set in the same world as the DarkWorld: SkinWalker books - Skin Deep & Lost Soul. Mel Morgan’s story can be read as standalone to the SkinWalker books. Both Mel & Saleem, as well as a few other characters, also appear in the SkinWalker books so if you wish to read Kailin & Logan’s story first clink the links and enjoy.

  SkinWalker 1 - Skin Deep

  SkinWalker 2 - Lost Soul | SoulTracker 1 - Blood Magic

  SkinWalker 3 - Last Chance | SoulTracker 2 - Demon Kin

  SkinWalker 4 - Blood Promise | SoulTracker 3 - Blood Curse

  SkinWalker 5 - Scorched Fury | SoulTracker 4 - Demon Soul

  SkinWalker 6 - Fate’s Edge | SoulTracker 5 - Blood Moon

  In the DarkWorld the things that go bump in the night are most likely true. And the problem is they are probably not sticking to bumping around in the night. They are everywhere. Your work colleagues, your teachers, even your friends. They’ve been living that way for a long time. And you haven’t noticed because they don’t want you to.

  You’re much better off not asking any questions.

  Contents

  Demon Soul - SoulTracker 4

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Copyright

  Blood Moon - SoulTracker 5

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Acknowledgments

  Copyright

  Demon Bones - SoulTracker 6

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

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  Demon Soul - SoulTracker 4

  Chapter 1

  Things would be so much easier if I could jump right now.

  I ducked, avoiding the barbed knuckle-buster on the demon’s pale fist as it skimmed over the top of my head. Down low, I spun on one foot kicking hard at his right ankle. Hard enough to break a human joint.

  For a demon, though, the blow would be intense but not debilitating. Still, it was enough to drop him to the concrete floor, giving me time to roll over and deliver a swift kick to his head, aware now of a second demon close behind me, coming barreling in from nowhere.

  Maintaining the spin, I twisted on the ball of my foot and sent a roundhouse kick into the air, hoping it would connect with something.

  It did.

  The bones of my foot flared with agony as they slammed into the forearm armor worn by the second demon.

  Swallowing a groan, I reassessed.

  Full-body armor, barbed and spiked to boot. Face mask and helmet, and a bunch more dangerous spikes. But he did have one weak point.

  I flexed my grip on the handles of my daggers, glad I’d weaponed-up for this case. Search and rescue, my ass. Whoever these bad guys were, they were powerful enough to have Skalkari demons on their payroll. Oversized albino-skinned brutes, they were hard to fight, and were outright the best two-legged guard dogs on the market in all of the DarkWorld.

  Still, they were not perfect.

  This particular Skalkari stood smirking at me, as if he knew I’d met my match. Did he think I was going down?

  He had another think coming.

  I feinted to the left, keeping an eye on his outstretched hands as he reached for me. I snapped in the opposite direction, and plunged both my blades into his feet, the daggers cutting bones, and tendons in his instep, hitting concrete below with a solid scrape.

  His scream was like fingernails on glass, and decidedly feminine. Was I dealing with a female Skalkari? Not that it mattered. I was not the one going down.

  I paid little attention as the injured demon slammed into the ground, forehead first—I could have sworn I’d heard the crunching of bones within the hollow confines of his, or maybe her, metal helmet. Instead, I spun and focused on the first demon who was now scrambling to his feet.

  Yelling something completely unintelligible, he threw himself at me, his fury almost palpable in the wake of his partner’s screams.

  I dodged aside as he ran at me, spinning around fast. As he passed, I slammed my foot into his ass and shoved him hard. Though he growle
d his affront, he couldn’t stop his momentum. Not with the power of his own fury behind it.

  The demon ran straight into the wall, cracking the plaster and sending shards of paint and sand to the floor. He bounced off the wall and slumped to the ground, out cold.

  I left the pair to their misery and hurried down the corridor.

  “Two down, what’s to go?” I whispered into the microphone beside my mouth as I paused at the corner of the corridor where it met another at a T-junction.

  Static hissed in my ear, replaced within seconds by Steph’s mechanical-sounding voice. “You’re all clear. No signs of life around the corner. Proceed right and then take the next left.”

  “Copy.” I slid around the corner, running down the short hall at breakneck speed.

  I reached the left turn and took it fast, hoping to get to the safe room at the end of it before anything else happened.

  Search and rescue had officially turned into full-blown mayhem, and nothing was predictable on this job anymore.

  The high-pitched sound of a blade skimming through the air had me ducking as fast as I could. I barely saw the battle-ax as its bearer swung it in a wide circle, intent on relieving me of my head.

  “I like my head where it is, thank you very much,” I muttered as I ducked into a roll and moved smoothly to my feet.

  The hulking creature turned to face me, his low growl making my bones vibrate, and I let out a groan.

  “A golem?” I said, more annoyed now than anything as I glared at the creature who advanced on me with slow, deliberate steps.

  Larger than both the demons put together, the top of his head barely cleared the ceiling above. As he strode forward, dark hollow eyes staring sightlessly, he left bits of sand and clay in his wake. Possibly the best part of him being stark naked was the fact that he was made completely of clay. His creator had—thankfully—not gone to the extent of ensuring he was anatomically correct.

  “What’s that?” asked Steph.

  “It wasn’t safe. We have a golem.” I bit the words out through a tight jaw and gritted teeth.

  “Shit. I didn’t get anything on the heat sensors.”

  “He’s made of clay, Steph.” I knew I sounded a little impatient, but Steph would understand. I was glad the Elite allowed her to partner with me on some of my cases.

  “Oh. Right.” Chewing gum snapped in my ear, Steph managing to make the sharp pop sound irritated. She’d be pissed off with herself now.

  I shook my head, taking a step away from the approaching creature. Somewhere in the building sat his maker, who was using him as a weapon, watching me through those horrible eyes.

  “They know we’re here. Do it already.”

  “You got it.” Steph cracked her chewing gum in my ear again, and I flinched as the sound stabbed my eardrums.

  Only a breath later the entire building began to vibrate around me. Dust and paint and bits of brick and mortar began to fall from the ceiling. Even the floor shook beneath my feet.

  I stiffened.

  A few yards ahead of me, the golem—who seemed to have been spurred into action by the explosion—began to lope toward me. His eyes burned with an odd fiery glow, and he lifted his ax high overhead. For all his bulk, he was certainly fast and had managed to get to me within seconds. I had to remind myself that this creature was magically animated, brought to life by someone else who had imparted instructions and was now standing by, waiting to see me destroyed.

  I ducked as he swung the ax, the sight of the twin-bladed weapon tempting me to procure one for myself—just as soon as I was done with this case, that was. I shook the thoughts away and concentrated, spinning on my heel and racing for the creature. I jumped, using the wall to push off with one foot, and landed on the golem’s back.

  Fingers gripping into the red clay of his back, I scaled the giant, keeping as close to his spine as possible. He raised his arms and roared, swinging the ax back over his head at me.

  I blinked and swung to the left, for the second time avoiding the blade by half an inch or less.

  This was not the way I liked to work.

  I’d have much preferred to jump the golem to the dead sea and drop him into the center of the salted ocean. Now that would certainly have put an immediate end to him.

  But I knew my limits. I could no more jump an entire golem than I could the Empire State Building.

  I hated my weakness, hated the fact that I was playing bitch to my poltergeist. Yet here I was, holding on for dear life as a golem swung his upper body wildly in an attempt to throw me off.

  Pity he had no clue who he was fighting.

  I boosted myself up and looped a hand around his neck. He was so busy trying to swat me off his back that he wasn’t paying much attention to what I was doing. Golems certainly weren’t known for their intelligence. Probably a result of having a lump of clay for a brain.

  He roared again as another explosion ripped through the hall, sending an entire wall collapsing into nothing. I barely blinked a lash as I reached for the talisman hanging on a rope around the clay-giant’s neck. Tugging hard, I freed the long metal tube, then boosted off the golem’s back to land behind him, keeping one eye on him as he made an awkward turn in the dust-filled hall. He lumbered around, avoiding a collapsing ceiling and narrowly missed being taken out by a crumbling concrete wall.

  I slowed my breathing and twisted the cap off the cylinder, crouching down low even as the golem roared when he finally caught sight of me. Holding my breath, I tipped the roll of paper out onto my palm and flattened it. Before I did anything else, I needed to check if it was written in blood or ink.

  “Fudge!” I swore, and almost immediately Steph responded.

  “What happened?”

  “It’s blood.”

  “Burn the freaking thing, then,” Steph snapped.

  “I need a distraction.”

  “How more distracting do you want me to be short of blowing up the entire freaking building?”

  I sucked in a breath and coughed as I inhaled dust and debris as well. “I think I have an idea,” I said between a sputter and a gasp.

  “Fine. As long as you’re not jumping.”

  I snorted. “I like myself living and breathing, thank you very much. Now be quiet. I need to concentrate.”

  Steph snapped her chewing gum in my ear, and it again managed to actually sound annoyed. The damned gum was beginning to take on a personality of its own.

  I ignored her and studied the golem as he thundered toward me. He was large. Too large. His bulk filled the hallway leaving little space on either side of him; the main reason it had taken him so long to turn himself around. But with the great strides he was taking, it was clear there was only one way I could buy some time.

  He stomped closer, and I got to my feet. Ten yards between us, I surged into a run even as he thundered toward me. Playing chicken with a great big supernatural giant was not my idea of fun. But at least I had the advantage of being smaller.

  When I reached a mere three feet from him, I dropped smoothly onto the outer side of my left leg and skidded along the floor, sliding right between his gigantic thighs. My speed only helped my momentum, and I kept moving a few more feet, ignoring the sting on the side of my knee.

  I barely paid attention as I stopped, more focused on grabbing the lighter from my pocket. Natasha had given me a spell pack to keep on my person at all times, and it contained a kerosene lighter. Apparently, it would come in handy when a spell needed a flame in a hurry. And this spell needed a flame in a hurry.

  To nuke the shit out of it.

  Chapter 2

  As I flicked the tab and the flame flared, I glanced up and peered through the dust at the golem as it turned to face me. I kept it in my peripheral vision as I held the flame beneath the parchment scroll.

  The ancient paper flickered then caught alight, the threads curling and smoking as the flame ate its way through it. When the parchment sputtered and sparked, I knew the fire had begun to
eat into the magic. Whoever had summoned the golem had used his own blood to bring the magic to life. This golem’s master would be in excruciating pain right now.

  The golem began to roar, the sound increasing in pitch and volume as he raced at me. The paper continued to spark and burn, and I dropped it onto the floor beside me before the bright flames burned my skin.