Dark Magic Enforcer Books 5-8

Neon Spark A hundred years I've waited for this, my chance for revenge. To confront and kill the person who murdered my parents and caused such unbearable heartache. Tokyo has other ideas. As neon burns my retinas, and bizarre, utterly foreign Hidden try to thwart me at every turn, I lose control. Obsessed, single-minded, and utterly deranged, I sink deeper and deeper into a desperate madness as I chase across the megalopolis seeking vengeance. They torture me, they blast me, they try to eat me, and they threaten my very soul, but they don't know what they're dealing with, and neither do I any longer. Strange powers stir inside my battered body, forces I have little control over, and it isn't long before this fury will explode and rain down bloody hell on all who stand in my way. I'm not called Black Spark for nothing, and my nemesis is going to pay for her crimes even if it costs me my life. I'll show her, I'll show them all. Look out Tokyo, the gaijin's in town. Hidden Spark I'd had it with magic. Me and it were no longer friends. This addict went cold turkey. Five years I'd been clean for, not even a taste of the good stuff. No longer a space cadet. Life was quiet, life was good. Life was as boring as a conference on boring hosted by Professor Boring McBoring from Boringsville University. So, I have to admit, that when I got drawn back into the Hidden world I wasn't as reluctant as I made out. What I wasn't expecting was having to deal with a dragon holding the dwarves' gold hostage, accidentally unleashing a maniac on the city, and fighting for my life as everything goes into free fall. Oh, plus I've got myself lumbered with a rather keen wizard-in-training. Now I'm almost out of time, certainly out of luck, but I have responsibilities and I will fight until the bitter end. Problem being, the end is looking decidedly nasty, and a blast from our collective past threatens to leave the entire world a barren wasteland. Hi, I'm Faz Pound, and once again you can call me Black Spark, Dark Magic Enforcer. I'm also considering swearing off the magic again. Maybe. Dead Spark The zombie venom entered my bloodstream, the Council HQ was ready to blow, and I was tapped out of magic. With the hunger already on me, wyrmlings closing in, and my body shutting down, I was almost defeated. But where there's life, there's hope. I had a family, I had friends, and I had the chance at a future. All I had to do was find a cure before I became one of the undead, destroy the maniacs after me and my boss, and life would be peachy, right? Wrong. The need to feed becomes irresistible, family get dragged into my mess, and then a new set of problems present themselves that test me to my limits, and beyond. I gotta admit, I'm this close to just jacking it all in and letting this infection win. At least then there will be peace. No pain. No hurt. No disappointment. Hi, I'm Faz Pound, and I'm having a bad life. Wild Spark One dark magic enforcer and his hot vampire wife are swapping the madness of this Hidden life for a week's honeymoon in Paris. Here's the plan: Lots of sexy times, some fine dining, and a little sightseeing. No beasties, no wizards, no witches, no zombies, no work. Just us. What could possibly go wrong?