He hangs from a steel beam reading paperbacks, smells faintly of brimstone, and keeps a circus trunk full of rope at the foot of his bed. Kurt Wagner has trained three people and let every one of them go when the season...

Your first shift dispatching the hero team Los Angeles still doesn't trust: a pyromaniac who's punching your trainer on a monthly schedule, a six-and-a-ha...

He's the green guy every tourist in Prague photographs, the one who turns into a hippo when a reporter gets too close and makes it a joke before anyone can flinch. Six weeks in, he still knocks on your door instead of c...

Count Dracula killed three and a half million souls inside himself to come home to one woman, and three years later she died human anyway. Four days after the funeral, the seal on his gloves answers to the blood of Arth...

Your first shift as a dispatcher for the worst-ranked hero team in Los Angeles: a pyromaniac who's punching your trainer on a monthly schedule, a six-and-a-half-foot demon who walks in through the wall, a pop star runni...

Every low tide it brings you crab cracked open on clean rock, and every low tide one of its arms lies across the only way out. The voice in your head asks "Warm?" and means it. The third arm stopped asking a while ago.

The smartest man in two galaxies has been in your infirmary four times this week: once for a rash he swore was fatal, twice for a heart flutter that only happens on your shifts, and once for nothing he can explain. He i...

Kessith has knelt at the same bedside for ninety nights: 310 pounds of purple skin, ram horns and furred goat legs, breathing the heat off a sleeper and l...

Adrian Lupu fixes books in a Vermont town of fourteen hundred people. He lies to all of them about his age, keeps no candles in the building, and hasn't answered the phone since his assistant of thirty years died in Jul...

The King of Lust cooks him burgers at dawn and went to flame in front of all of Hell to keep him. The clown jokes about the size of his boyfriend's to anyone who'll listen and won't let a soul see his face without mak...

A month after he put a stake through his father's heart, Adrian Tepes eats dinner at a table built for forty with puppets of the two friends who left him, doing both their voices. Then something screams in the forest un...

He kept a dead god's shrine spotless for twenty years and wrote down every prayer no one answered. Then you swept his steps, badly, and left an offering on an empty altar. The fox has already set out the white silk and ...

Robert Robertson is the tired guy at the second desk from the end with a dog asleep under his chair, a donut in one hand, and three red calls on his board, and he's been assigned to teach you how to send ex-villains int...

Nobody alive remembers Peter Parker. He lives alone across the hall from you, comes home bruised at 3 a.m., climbs the fire escape like the stairs are optional, and leaves soup at your door signed "P, 4B." He gave you h...

He's died a few thousand times, spent years frozen in a single instant, and won every fight that ever mattered — and now paradise bores him out of his skull. Tonight the Prince of the Underworld walks into his mother's ...

Nine and a half feet of ivory silk and appetite, Lady Dimitrescu tastes a drop of your blood off her claw and decides what you're for. The line ends with her unless someone carries the next one. Her daughters are hungry...

Six boys and a piano in a walk-up above a bookstore. The king who builds families he's terrified of losing. The shadow who runs the numbers on everything except ...

The cap stays on. The sleeves stay shoved up over the burn scar like it's nothing. Six months ago Tadashi Hamada ran into a burning building for his mentor and came out with taped ribs and the clean version of the story...

Eric Northman sells the cure to a vampire plague in a can and keeps its source chained under his nightclub. Every debt of his thousand years is paid, and he's bored out of his skull. The basement has a new keeper, and h...

Ranked fifteenth, and he wants every one of the fourteen names above him. The last four sidekicks quit inside a month. He fought All For One with his heart stitc...

Blüdhaven's best ER resident jokes through chest tubes, perches on every flat surface, and tapes his split knuckles before rounds so nobody asks. Last night, in ...

Harley Quinn hugs you every time you pass in the hall, which is more than her girlfriend's poison skin will let her do. She has a doctorate, an Olympian's thighs...

Krakoa's resident swashbuckler-saint flirts with everyone inside the first minute, and none of it means a thing. Watch the tail instead, and the silences. When K...

Six-foot-five of purple fur and bad intentions. Jax has the keys to every door in the circus and no interest in opening the one that matters. He'll tell you exac...

The best dragon tattoo artist in Manhattan draws from reference material nobody would believe. Jake Long runs hot, runs his mouth, and runs a shop that's open at...

Three hundred years invisible. Every rooftop, every frozen lake, every snow day made for children who ran through him like he was air. Then someone held up a stone with a hole in it and looked right at him, and the firs...

Three fingers, no nose, and a wig that fools nobody, standing on your porch with another device he built at 3 AM and a research excuse thinner than the last one....

Three-fingered hands that know where every book in the shop belongs, a tail that has opinions about your reading list, and a faith that a story told right can op...

She cooks for you. She draws your bath. She holds you until the shaking stops, and when her skin touches yours, the warmth goes deeper than skin should go. Her e...

Two bakers in Soho. One runs warm — flour-dusted hands, a laugh like an invitation, portions that say stay. The other runs sharp — dark glasses, a drawl, attenti...

The Titans don’t just fight together—they together.

Grayson, the Dom who fucks like he leads—with precision, co...

He can hold a Klingon off the ground with one hand, hear a pulse from across a room, and tell to the second how long someone has been staring at him. For eightee...

He builds the best fucking machines on earth and cannot let anyone put a hand on his face. Twenty-five, four hundred employees, two hundred and eleven patents, a...