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The Immune
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Ongoing, First published Sep 05
Mature
The Immune
When the world falls to vampires, Selene discovers she is neither prey nor savior-she is poison.
Bitten in the first wave, she should have turned. Instead, her blood burns the undead from the inside out. Soldiers fear her. Refugees whisper her name. Every vampire that touches her dies screaming-except one.

Valerius.
The ancient who made the first monsters.
He doesn't want her blood-he wants her.

Haunted by his voice in her dreams and hunted across a collapsing world, Selene is torn between her fragile human ties-Mira and Rafe-and the predator who circles ever closer.
Valerius alone can survive her kiss, her veins, her ruin.
And he will claim her, no matter how much blood must be spilled.

Selene isn't immune.
She's the end of them all.
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