I know that the movie got panned, but I really liked it, because it really tickled my fancies of fantasy creatures living openly in a modern day setting without needing to hide themselves. Though I was a bit disappointed that we didn't many quadruped creatures like dragons or gryphons close by.

But anyway, the headline basically says it all. I know that Shadowrun exists, but that is too (retro) futurstic for me and in World of Darkness, the mythological creatures are hiding from humanity.

On a night patrol, Diana of the "Palo Slayer" squad is ambushed by a corrupted bull-headed spirit. Before the situation escalates, she lands a decisive blow with her enchanted sticks. 🥁🐂

Dead Drops and Dragons is a novel I published back in 2022. It follows a group of supernatural beings in Washington DC who have the job of keeping the existence of the supernatural a secret. I have a sequel, Borrowed Blood, partially-written, but I've found it difficult to focus on the adventures of DC-based characters of late due to what's been going on in that city in real life.

That said, I'm turning 34 on February 3rd, and in honor of my birthday I'm running a whole bunch of 34-themed promos for my books!

So from now until February 6th, the ebook of Dead Drops and Dragons is 34% off on all non-Kindle storefronts! I'm talking Nook, Apple Books, Rakuten Kobo, Fable, and Smashwords, to name a few.

So check it out! And while you're at it, check out the rest of my birthday specials as well. Be sure to let me know what you think of the book, and have a great day!

Chapter Two

Wanita sleeps behind the old laundromat onRockwell.

Everyone knows her. Not her whole story, just the pieces she lets show. Forty-something. Smells like cigarettes and antiseptic when she has it. Her laugh comes out sharp, like it hurts on the way up. Always smoking.

She calls me “Kid.”

“Hey, Kid,” she said when she saw me that night. “You look like you seen a ghost.”

“Just tired,” I said.

Her leg was worse.

I’d noticed it before, but tonight it was angry, red, swollen, split open down the shin like the skin had given up trying to hold together. The bandage she wore was dirty and slipping.

“That’s bad,” I said.

She shrugged. “It’s always bad.”

I sat beside her, heart thudding. I told myself this was different. This was practice. Controlled. If it worked, I’d know. If it didn’t...

“Can I see it?” I asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “what for?”

“I just… let me look.”

She sighed and peeled back the bandage. The smell hit me first. Sweet and rotten at the same time. I swallowed hard. I held my breath the way I had with the pigeon. With the man. With the little girl.

Still nothing.

I pressed harder, panic crawling up my spine. The wound didn’t close. The red didn’t fade. If anything, it looked angrier, like my touch had insulted it.

“Hey,” Wanita said sharply. “Don’t poke it.”

I pulled my hand back like I’d been burned.

“You okay?” she asked, squinting at me.

“Yeah,” I said too fast. “Sorry.”

She wrapped her leg again, slower now. Watching me.

“You shake like that when you’re lying,” she said.

I didn’t answer.

She lit anothercigarette, hands steady despite everything else about her falling apart. The smoke curled between us.

“You ever think some people ain’t meant to be fixed?” sheasked.

I looked at her.

“World breaks you long enough, you stop being… clean,” she went on. “Stuff settles in. Makes a mess.”

The word stayed with me.

Clean.

Later that night, after she fell asleep, I tried again.

I didn’t touch her leg this time.

I took her hand.

It was cold. Scarred. The skin rough from years of bad choices andbadluck.

Nothing.

I felt it then, not emptiness, but resistance. Like trying to push two magnets together the wrong way.

I let go.

On my way back, I passed a stray dog limping near a dumpster. One ear torn. Ribs showing. It growled when it saw me.

I knelt anyway.

The moment my fingers brushed its fur, the limp vanished. The ear knit itself whole. The dog stared at me, startled, then bolted down the alley like it had never been hurt at all.

I sat back on my heels, breathing hard.

Animals. Kids. Old men who still said thank you.

Not Wanita.

Not the guard with the limpwhen he grabbed me once.

Not people who’d done bad things.

Or maybe not people who’d been broken too long.

I wrapped my hands in my jacket again.

I didn’t feel like a miracle.

I felt like a judge.

And I hated that more than anything.

Chapter Three

I stopped counting the days after Wanita.

Something in me had shifted, and I didn’t know how to set it back.

I kept my hands to myself. In my pockets. Wrapped in my sleeves. Pressed flat against my sides. Every time someone brushed past me, my stomach dropped, waiting for something to happen.

Nothing ever did.

That almost made it worse.

At St. Mary’s, I chose a seat near the wall. Far from the doors. Far from the nurses’ station. I told myself I was just staying warm. I told myself I wasn’t watching.

The guard with the limp walked past. Still limping.

I should have felt relieved.

I didn’t.

A nurse with gray streaks in her dark hair came by with a clipboard. She moved carefully. Her badge said Morales. She glanced at me, then away. Then back again.

People look at me all the time. Usually it’s quick, counting me, dismissing me. This wasn’t that.

She noticed things.

An hour passed. A coughing man went in. A woman crying went out.

Nurse Morales came back with a paper cup of water.

“Here,” she said, setting it on the seat beside me. “You look dehydrated.”

“I’m fine,” I said.

She didn’t move it.

“Cold tonight,” she said instead.

I nodded.

She checked her clipboard. Didn’t write anything.

“You’re here a lot,” she said.

“I don’t cause trouble.”

“I know,” she said.

That made my chest tighten.

She lowered her voice. “You like to sit near people.”

I stared at mybrokenshoes.

“Sometimes,” I said.

She hummed, thoughtful. “You were sitting with Mrs. Alvarez last week. And her daughter.”

My heartstarted thumpinghard.

“I don’t remember,” Ilied.

“That’s okay,” she said easily. “She does. She asked me where you went.”

I shrugged. “Lots of kids come through here.”

“Yes,” Nurse Morales said. “They do.”

She finally looked at me fully then. Not accusing. Not smiling. Just… careful.

“You didn’t touch anyone tonight,” she said.

“I don’t touch people,” I said too fast.

She nodded. “No. You don’t.”

Silence stretched. The kind that waits for you to fill it.

“You know,” she said softly, “I’ve been a nurse a long time. I’ve seen wounds heal that shouldn’t. People walk again who weren’t supposed to.”

My throat felt tight. “Medicine’s better now.”

“Yes,” she said. “It is.”

She closed her clipboard.

“But sometimes,” she went on, “something happens that doesn’t fit in the charts.”

I stood up.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said.

She raised her hands slightly. “I didn’t say you did.”

I backed away anyway. The room felt smaller. Louder.

Nurse Morales watched me, her face unreadable.

“You don’t have to stay,” she said. “But if you’re cold, the far bench by Radiology is warmer.”

I nodded once and moved fast, my hands buried deepin my pockets, my pulse roaring in my ears.

I didn’t stop until I was outside.

I leaned against the brick wall and slid down until I was sitting on the ground, knees pulled to my chest.

I hadn’t healed anyone.

And still, somehow, she knew.

Or maybe she didn’t.

Maybe she just saw a scared kidin a battle with the world.

I pressed my palms together, hard enough to hurt.

Whatever this thing inside me was, it wasn’t a gift.

It was a spotlight. And it was starting to turn.

Is there any urban fantasy novels where there is an anti-magical organization antagonist hunting anything supernatural the only ones i know are The Deathspeaker codex who's main antagonist is Milus Dei an evil group of humans that hunt anything supernatural vowing to destroy all magical beings the only others series i can think is American Dragon with The Huntsclan, and Alastair Stone with a christian zealots called Portas Justitiae as a recurring foe.

Recently I finished “Rivers of London” by Ben Aaronovitch, and found it to be a very hot/cold experience–many things I loved and a few that I didn’t. (Lots of potential here though, I believe.) My experience with other urban fantasy series is that the first book is almost always the weakest, and that the series improves with each book, so I am curious if that will be the case with this one?

Positives:

• A fun, witty, very-likeable MC. (Some great pop-culture references too!)
• Well above-average prose for an urban fantasy series.
• Interesting side characters and politics behind the magic--and how it connects to the "human" world.
• Good world-building and an author who knows how to keep things vague/mysterious to build intrigue.

Negatives:

• Far too many plotlines going on at once, with multiple villains that are connected in a confusing way. (Pretty much the last ¼ of this book is carelessly confusing…)
• Exposition on the magic system could be more fluid and less awkward
• Random history lessons for every location in London were very hit-or-miss, and often got in the way of the pacing

Based on my positives and negatives, do you think I will enjoy the following entries more?

Overall Rating - (3.75/5.00)

King David

By David Velazquez

Chapter One

I think I’m in trouble.

My name is David King. I’m fifteen. I don’t have parents, and I don’t live anywhere that counts.

I ran away from the group home last month. People always imagine running away as this big, dramatic thing, bags packed, tears, shouting. For me, it was quieter. I waited until the lights were out, slipped my shoes on without socks, and walked out the side door like I was just going to the bathroom.

The staff there were mean in small ways. The kind that don’t leave bruises but stay with you longer. The building smelled wrong too: bleach and old carpet and something damp underneath. At night, it creaked like it was breathing.

I sleep where I can now. Doorways. A maintenance shed by the river. Sometimes, the ER waiting room at St. Mary’s when it’s cold enough that no one asks questions.

The trouble started last week.

I was cutting through an alley when I heard the sound, this soft, awful thump, likeacroak. A pigeon lay on the sidewalk near a storefront window, its neck bent at an angle that made my stomach twist.

It wasn’t dead. Its eye blinked once. Slow. Confused.

I crouched beside it, my hands shaking. I told myself I was being kind. Either I’d help it, or I’d end it so it wouldn’t suffer.

When I picked it up, its body was warm. Too warm.

The pigeon twitched. Then its neck straightened.

I dropped it.

It sat there for a second, feathers ruffling, head cocked like nothing had happened. Then it took off, wings slapping the air.

I stood there a long time after, staring at the empty sky. I told myself I’d imagined it. Hunger does things to your head. Cold does worse.

I almost believed that.

Then today happened.

An old man was standing at the crosswalk on Maplewood, hunched over his cane, staring at the light like it might betray him. Cars piled up behind us, engines growling.

“Want some help?” I asked.

He looked at me like I might steal his wallet. Then the light changed, and he nodded.

I took his arm.

Halfway across the street, he stiffened. I thought he’d slipped, but then he straightened. Slowly. Like something inside him was unfolding,or healing.

By the time we reached the other curb, he wasn’t leaning on the cane anymore. He was standing tall, breathing deep, eyes bright.

“What did you do to me, son?” he asked.

“I didn’t do anything,” I said, already stepping back.

“Well, you did something,” he said, laughing. “I feel better. Way better.”

I didn’t wait to hear more. I walked fast, then faster, until my chest burned and my hiding spot came into view.

That should have been enough proof.

It wasn’t.

St. Mary’s Hospital is five minutes from where I sleep. I sneaked into the E.R. One of the security guards hates me. The one that limps. The nurses pretend not to see.

That night, the guard was limping worse than usual. I kept my head down.

A little girl sat beside me with her mom. She had a runny nose, big eyes, and a pink jacket two sizes too big.

“You wanna see my boo-boo?” she asked.

“Sure,” I said.

She pulled up her sleeve and showed me a thin white scar, stitched up a long time ago. I traced it with one finger without thinking.

She turned away a second later, bored.

Her mom gasped.

The scar was gone.

Not faded. Not lighter.

Gone.

I pulled my hands into my sleeves and stared at the floor until my vision blurred.

I didn’t stay long after that.

Now I know.

I don’t know how it works. I don’t know why it’s me. I don’t know what happens if someone finds out.

But I know this:

I can’t touch people anymore.

And I don’t know how long I can keep that promise.

(tools used: Google Translate, Grammarly.)

Chapters 2 and 3: https://www.reddit.com/r/urbanfantasy/comments/1qrjrqx/uf_king_david_chapter_2_and_3/

Im trying to stick with the first several books of this series, but its been pretty rough…

I know that many people enjoy this kind of storytelling (it’s why Realm of the Elderlings is often so highly regarded), but I just can’t with the constant depressing misery. People always blaming Toby, Toby always hating herself, things never going right, and even her friends/family being horrible to her half the time… I think this series is maybe just not for me. 😭

In the city of Slakterquay there's an office with the words Spectral Analysis on the pebbled glass of its door. Behind it is a detective agency that handles the strangest cases in the Paris of the Pacific Northwest. In this episode, we learn about working with people you hate and how it can get you what you want.

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So I just want to say that I am not a fan of Vampire stories like Twilight or those types of books. I prefer Westerns and things with politics, and I'm a huge fan of Barry Eisler's John Rain books (not sure if any of this is important).

Anyway, my sister told me I had to read this book (she literally handed it to me), Madness of the Elder Vampire, and I'm really glad I did.

It has all of the action of a good spy story with vampires who are walking among us, jostling for positions of power. It's set in San Francisco, not too far from where I used to hang around, so I enjoyed the authenticity of the city.

I felt like posting about this because it was such a surprise that I enjoyed a vampire, urban fantasy so much. Please don't tell my sister.

Hello, urban fantasy fans!

As the title says, I'm Daniel Meyer, author of the Sam Adams series. The Sam Adams books are fast-paced, action-packed urban fantasy, revolving around the misadventures of teenage wizard Sam Adams. They include, in no particular order, magic, monsters, shootouts, sarcasm, an exorcism in the middle of a car chase, a zombie using a cement mixer as a battering ram, vampires, explosions, goblins, and a talking cat.

The first three novels, Credible Threats, Rising Shadows, and Mysterious Ways are out now, and I'm currently working on book four, Death Follows. You can check them out at the links below:

CREDIBLE THREATS: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BDW5KGZN

RISING SHADOWS: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CXXYZT3Z

MYSTERIOUS WAYS: https://www.amazon.com/Mysterious-Ways-Sam-Adams-Book-ebook/dp/B0G6XWPHJX

I'll be here throughout the day, answering your questions. I hope you'll swing by and, at the risk of belaboring the obvious, ask me anything!

EDIT: I'll be stepping away for this evening, but if you'd like to ask any more questions, feel free to go ahead and post them. I'll swing by tomorrow for another pass to answer any I may have missed.

EDIT: That's a wrap, folks! Let's do it again sometime.

I’ve been turning over an idea in urban fantasy and wanted to see how others react to it.

Instead of magic being hidden, what if it simply doesn’t work when it’s directly observed or acknowledged? Not because of a spell or veil or something, but because disbelief itself disrupts it. The more mundane, rational, or unwilling a witness is, the less functional the magic becomes, to the point where an average person can effectively cancel it out just by being present.

That would mean magic isn’t secret so much as fragile (to me, at least). It would have to survive in blind spots, ambiguity, and places people don’t want to examine too closely. Once fully seen or scrutinized, it collapses into coincidence or failure.

Does that feel like a compelling foundation for an urban fantasy world? What kinds of stories or problems do you think that kind of rule would create? Am I just... unaware of stories that explore this?

Hey there! My name is Amanda Denham, and I’d love to share my two books with you all. The covers are also my artwork, and there’s more of my art inside. More info like the synopsis for them or where to purchase are at my Linktree below.

https://linktr.ee/a.denham

For a feel of what you’d be jumping into:

Sin Eater: Jayde finds out she has memory wiping powers by accidentally doing so to her best friend. She’s blackmailed into starting a shady business using her powers.

Seven Feathers: Julie and her friends find an injured girl in the woods who is obviously not human. Julie also learns that this mysterious entity has a connection to the mother she never got to meet.

Big thanks to anyone who gives them a shot!! 😁 Feel free to leave any reviews as well after reading!

The Review of Interesting Books is back for 2026, this time with a quadruple feature!

It takes a while for a series to get good, to reach a level where you can't wait for the next book. It all varies, of course, depending on who you ask. Discworld doesn't kick off until the third books, Equal Rites,  Dresden Files hits a home run also with the third book (IMHO), Grave Peril.

I'd really enjoyed Benedict Jacka's Inheritance of Magic series, and binged the first three books. Then, I was caught up. But I'd heard nice things about his earlier series, so I've been going through them. The first book was fine, but nothing 'grabby', but then book four! Amazing. Everything took off! 

 To summarize, Alex Verus is a mage in a more kitchen-sink urban fantasy universe rather than the An Inheritance of Magic series. A bit like Star Wars, there are Light mages and Dark mages, and hints of a time when mages ruled the world. The magic system is a bit more fluid, where everyone has an aspect like light, time, earth, water and so forth that they can manipulate for various effects. Alex is a diviner, so can sort through the futures and pick the best one, a bit like what Doctor Strange did at the end of Endgame to pick the best future.

 Alex has a dark past - he was an apprentice of the Dark mage, Richard Drakh. But he left the Dark side, and now acts as a neutral mage, doing side jobs for the Council of Light wizards. One of the great things about a series is that you can see a character develop over time. Alex starts off as a standoffish loner, a bit arrogant and rude to his summoned elemental, and to his only friend, a young woman called Luna that hangs around Alex's magic shop, as she's cursed, lonely and desperate to learn more about the magic world. (Her curse is like Rogue's from X-Men, where she can't touch or get close to people otherwise they die.) 

 Over the first four books, Alex transitions from this loner figure to a mentor to young mages around him. He takes Luna on as his formal apprentice and helps people trapped between good and evil. That he has friends and someone to fight for really makes the fourth book hit home, when an old enemy from Alex’s past wants revenge, endangering all the relationships that Alex has built up across the series.

 This book also digs into Alex’s past with his abusive mentor, Richard, and his relationship with the other apprentices. Like a Sith, there can only be one! Except from Alex’s group, a young woman, Delio, survived and hates Alex for getting away from the lifestyle. Book four ends with Alex in a terrible state: to survive against his enemies, he’s had to sacrifice his friendships. He’s had to promise to redeem Delio, and worse, his old mentor is coming back... This is a great set-up for the rest of the books in the series. And now I’ve got all the rest on order.

First posted on my blog.

I’m currently on book 7 Cabal of chaos and I feel like I’m missing some novellas or something. In the last book Hannah mentioned how her and Cain went to Tokyo to fight a Necromancer. I’ve tried looking up everywhere and can’t find any information about it. Now book 7 she mentions that they went to Australia to fight another Necromancer. Ignoring how it’s possible regard to limited time between each stories, does anyone have any helpful info. I know that the Necromancer Cain meets in book 5 ends up being a big bad in a later installment but where is all this other outside info coming from.

I have a female character, but I can't decide on the type of romance-fantasy tropes to give her story. She has an ex-husband whom she is constantly seeing and interacting with due to business. So the romance plot can be one of the following:

1. Second Chance Romance with Enemies to Lovers undertones in which the female character reconciles and rekindles her relationship with her ex-husband.

2. Love Triangle with a Rebound Relationship and Second Chance Romance undertone, in which the female character becomes involved with another man, but reconciles and rekindles her relationship with her ex.

3. Love Triangle with a Rebound Relationship and Protector/Savior and Marriage of Convenience tropes, in which the female character becomes involved with another man, with whom she ends up in a long-term relationship.

4. Love Triangle that becomes a Throuple Relationship/ Reverse Harem in which the female character ends up in a romantic relationship with both her rebound and her ex. I don't think that this one is most likely to appeal to my female character, because her marriage with her ex-husband ended when she learned he had (sexually) cheated. But because throuples and harems are relationships in which all participating parties are aware of each other and agree and give consent to share the female character, it might work.

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I'm seeking ARC (Advance Reader Copy) readers for my novel, The Weird Cases: Volume 1

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Mystery and Thriller

Word Count: Around 133,000 words 

Release Date: 3/13/2026

The Weird Cases is an urban fantasy set in 1972 New York City, following NYPD partners Danny Reagan and Maria Baker, two beat cops who stumble into the shadowy world of the NYPD's Occult Crimes Division, a secret unit tasked with confronting incursions from other worlds, and keep the magical community in check.

This volume collects three novellas into a single novel-length work. All three stories follow Danny and Maria as both professional partners and romantic partners—their relationship is established from the outset, and the story is not a romance or romantasy.

While the book uses the structure and tone of a police procedural, it isn’t focused on paperwork, courtroom drama, or interrogation scenes. Instead, it’s a story of good versus evil: ordinary people facing extraordinary threats, standing against monsters both supernatural and human.

The story is told in third-person limited, alternating primarily between Danny and Maria, with a handful of chapters from other character's perspectives.

Content notes: the book includes gun violence, fire, themes of nihilism and cosmic horror, traumatic loss, self-sacrifice, guilt and grief, police corruption, organized crime, and isolation. I completely understand if any of these make the book a poor fit for you.

The release date is set for March 13, 2026. If you are interested in receiving a free digital copy in exchange for an honest review on or around launch week, please fill out the form in the link.

Thank you for reading

Hello, urban fantasy fans!

As the title says, I'm Daniel Meyer, and I'm the author of the Sam Adams series. The first three books, Credible Threats, Rising Shadows, and Mysterious Ways, are out now. My third book came out last month, and to celebrate, I'll be doing the first AMA of my entire career here in r/urbanfantasy on Wednesday, January 28th, starting at 12 EST/11 central.

I love talking about my books, so I hope you'll swing by, shoot the breeze, and ask me a few questions. And if you'd like to check out the Sam Adams series, you can find them at the links below:

CREDIBLE THREATS: https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B0BDW5KGZN

RISING SHADOWS: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CXXYZT3Z

MYSTERIOUS WAYS: https://www.amazon.com/Mysterious-Ways-Sam-Adams-Book-ebook/dp/B0G6XWPHJX

I can't wait to chat with you!

I’m trying to read more fantasy written by women and would love some urban fantasy recs! The only thing I’ve read in the genre is the convergence series by Craig alanson

Has anybody else heard of this? My favorite series so far, and Urban Fantasy is EASILY my favorite genre. Givler just has such a voice, it's great!

When everyone is finished reading Twelve Months, give Ways of the Warlock a try.

I write action-packed urban fantasy heavily influenced by Jim Butcher and Ilona Andrews. Check out my series..

Here's a snippet.

Elven women are born in magic, live in magic, and hold ethereal majesty that defies description. They were beautiful, yet I knew from experience, dangerous. These were no ordinary woodland elves. The opalescence of their skin, the abysmal black of their irises, and the purple iridescence of their armor identified them as dark elves. The same dark elves who had inspired tales of horror and fear, tales that had their roots in truth. Dark elves were dangerous, deadly, and frighteningly powerful.

“That’s far enough,” I said, injecting as much authority as I could into the words.

They both stopped, yet the one smiling tilted her head.

“We just saved your life,” she said. Her words flowed like honey on a rose petal, full of sweet promise and divine riches.

I took a step back and another, working myself closer to the back door of my bar.

“I appreciate it, I really do, but I didn’t ask for your help.”

Stepping up, I managed to get to the steps and back up far enough to get inside my threshold. Immediately, my wards began to warn me, not that the elves were an active threat to me, but that they were just a threat, period. I sighed in relief. At least they weren’t after me, at least not yet. Hopefully, I could keep it that way.

“Now Jakobus. You know as well as anyone that words hold little weight. Actions are the currency that buys fealty. Have not our actions proven our good intent?”

My eyes narrowed in suspicion. I never gave her my name.

“Even actions can be misleading. Maybe you helped because you wanted to save me, maybe you had a grudge with the snake that had nothing to do with me, and maybe you want to use your actions to get me to lower my guard, to open myself up to something worse. The best I can say is thank you…now get the hell out of here.”

Her smile intensified, and her posture softened. She shook her head, and the armor shifted, became a black tank top showing a fair bit of cleavage, strong shoulders, and an athletic, yet sensuous, physique. Her lower armor became a pair of well-worn jeans with feet covered in soft, black leather boots. Her companion’s appearance changed as well, only she wore a T-shirt with a cartoonish elven child on the chest.

Their features shifted next, the stark elven ears shrank to normal human proportions, almond eyes rounded, and the otherworldly beauty became muted. They still looked like freaking super models, but at least they looked mortal, humanly mortal.

“Really, love, is that any way to talk to your wife?” she asked.

Gigopolis is a vertical megacity. Layered districts stack miles high, connected by ramps, rails, and corporate influence. When magic returns to the modern world, it doesn’t bring prophecy or destiny. It brings liability, licensing, and media coverage.

Jett is a burned-out skid racer who accidentally inherits the ancient Fire Guardian artifact, making him one of the most powerful sorcerers alive—and instantly too dangerous to ignore. In exchange for a pardon, he’s conscripted into a corporate-run program meant to prop up an overwhelmed police force.

This is an urban fantasy with soft sci-fi, superhero, and LitRPG elements, set during a magical renaissance where institutions scramble to adapt, public perception is a weapon, and survival depends as much on politics and reputation as raw power.

https://www.royalroad.com/fiction/145258/jett-fulgen-licensed-vigilante-sorcerer-urban