On the run from a vampire



Young adult paranormal


Dangerous Creatures final (1)

When sixteen-year-old Katie Wickliff runs across a vampire with a silver stake through his heart, she knows trouble is starting in her quiet hometown. And when a mysterious correspondent starts leaving her messages of warning, Katie learns that trouble has arrived: vampires are disappearing, and Katie is getting the blame.

She soon learns that matters are even worse than she feared: an ancient and invincible vampire known as the Hunter has been released from his tomb, and his mission is to capture Katie.

Forced to flee her home to protect her loved ones, and pursued by rogue vampires, Katie must find a way to stop the unstoppable Hunter—before she becomes his latest—and greatest—prize.



Catherine Mesick is the author of the young adult Pure Series: Pure, Firebird, and Dangerous Creatures. She has also written two children’s books, The Sword of Sefu and The Collector. She lives in Silver Spring, Maryland, and enjoys creating stories every day. “Any day I don’t get to dream up something new, I miss it!”




The words were written on a sheet of paper that had been wrapped around a rock.

I looked up and down the street in the gathering gloom. Not only was the street completely deserted, but the neighborhood itself was quiet and still as if no one had stirred in a long time.

I’d been sitting in the living room, staring out the window, watching the sun sinking behind the houses across the street and waiting for William. I’d felt a strange softness in the air, and a sense of peace settled over me that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I felt as if I had no need to be afraid.

Though the stars had not yet come out, I’d seemed to see them before my eyes—both above me and below me. I’d felt myself sinking pleasantly into darkness.

Then there had been a sudden, sharp crack at the window, and I’d hurried out to see what it was.

As I looked around now, a sensation stole over me that I had felt once before. I felt as if the silence around me was watchful—as if the very air were holding its breath, waiting to see what I would do.

I shivered.

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