In 1939, on a remote Pacific island, botanical researcher Irene Greer plunges off a waterfall to her death, convinced the spirits of her dead husband and daughter had joined the nightmarchers—ghosts of ancient warriors that rise from their burial sites on moonless nights. But was it suicide, or did a strange young missionary girl, Agnes, play a role in Irene's deteriorating state of mind?

For the last year, Holly and Brian have been out of sync. Neither can forget what happened that one winter evening; neither can forgive what’s happened since. Tonight, Holly and Brian race toward Pinebuck, New York, trying to outrun a blizzard on their way to the ski village getaway they hope will save their relationship. But soon they lose control of the car—and then of themselves. Now Sheriff Kendra Book is getting calls about a couple in trouble—along with reports of a brutal and mysterious creature rampaging through town.

When a local parish finds themselves without a priest, Father Woosley stepped onto the pulpit, ready to fight sin with his new congregation and bring the word that had saved him so many times. When he is visited by a divine power promising to help him purge the unearthly evil from the hearts of his congregation, Father Woosley believes his prayers have been answered. As darkness spreads malignant and ruthless through the church, and an insidious presence sinks its claws into his soul, he realizes that even the faithful can fall.

Dawn hasn't spoken to her brother, Cody, since he was sent to prison for a violent crime seven years ago. But when Dawn's seemingly perfect life in the big city implodes, she is forced to return to her childhood home and the prairie city that still holds so much pain for her and her fractured family. Cody is released from prison with a mysterious new friend by his side, and Dawn must follow increasingly sinister leads to uncover their nefarious plans to access a dangerous supernatural network.

I'm Rick. AKA, Beelzebub. AKA, Mephistopheles. AKA, Old Hat. AKA, Mr. Scratch. AKA... AKA... AKA. You may think of me as the Father of Lies, but for the record, I'm also the Daddy of Mammon and Steve. But both of them are b-holes. In fact, all my hellspawn are. So, I got this idea. I wanted to have a kiddo with a human. I had it all lined up for this adult film star to carry my seed, except the demon who shall remain unnamed screwed up and impregnated the wrong person.