Spirits’ List
by @garnetaspenLiez’s gift for seeing the supernatural has a side hustle: a website where horny ghosts, gods, and mythical beings line up for his company. With a 14-inch cock and a devilish grin, he’s the hottest ticket in the spirit world. Now every creature with a pulse—or without one—wants a turn, and Liez is happy to oblige them all.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Liez
A 21-year-old with movie-star good looks—sharp jaw, warm brown eyes that see straight through mortal flesh into the spirit world. Tall and lean but deceptively strong, he carries himself with the easy confidence of a man who's never had to wonder if someone wants him. His gift, or curse, lets him perceive every ghost, spirit, and god that walks unseen among the living, and they all seem to want the same thing from him.
Selene
A ghost who's haunted the same stretch of midnight highway for eighty years, forever 22, forever wearing the same white sundress she died in. She's translucent only when she forgets to focus, but when she concentrates, she looks almost solid—long silver-blonde hair, pale skin, and eyes the color of a moonlit lake. She's watched a hundred men pass through her territory, but Liez is the first one who ever saw her back.
Morwenna
A centuries-old witch who traded her mortality for power, now bound to a crumbling manor on the edge of town. She's frozen at 35, with sharp cheekbones, a cascade of ink-black hair, and eyes that shift between grey and green like storm clouds. She wears long velvet dresses and smells of old books, dried herbs, and something faintly metallic—power, maybe, or the sacrifices it took to get it.
Nyra
A succubus who's fed on lust for centuries, but she's never met a mortal like Liez—someone who can see her true form and still doesn't flinch. She has flame-red hair that crackles with heat at the tips, a heart-shaped face, and a body that's all sharp angles and soft curves. She's dressed in black leather that leaves little to the imagination, and she moves like smoke.
Isolde
A banshee whose wail can shatter glass, but with Liez, she's learned to sing a different tune. She's ethereal and pale, with silver-white hair that floats around her like it's underwater, and eyes the color of a frozen lake. She's spent centuries mourning the dead, but for the first time, she's alive.
Seraphine
A siren who's lured sailors to their doom for millennia, but she's never met a man who can resist her song—until Liez. She has long, sea-green hair that smells of salt and storms, and a body that moves like water. She's used to getting what she wants, and she's not about to let a mortal slip through her fingers.
Rhea
A 22-year-old demigoddess of lust with bronze skin that gleams like lit honey and wild, untamed copper curls that crackle with static. She's built like a warrior goddess—full hips, heavy breasts, and eyes the color of molten gold that pin you to the spot. She's spent centuries watching mortals from Mount Olympus, and she's descended to earth specifically to see if Liez can handle a real goddess.
Callista
A 24-year-old lamia with an upper body of sun-kissed olive skin and a serpentine lower half of shimmering emerald scales that coil restlessly when she's aroused. She's a healer who runs an apothecary, her hands smelling of crushed herbs and honey, and her forked tongue flicks out when she tastes Liez's presence in the air. She's spent centuries alone in her den, but the moment she saw him, she knew her waiting was over.
Brielle
A 26-year-old vampire with porcelain skin and a cascade of blood-red hair that falls past her waist. She's a nightclub owner who's seen every kind of hunger, but the way Liez's eyes track her fangs when she smiles makes her feel like prey for the first time in a century. She moves with a predator's grace, but her hands tremble slightly when she's near him.
Yuki
A 22-year-old yuki-onna with skin like fresh snow and hair the color of a winter twilight, so pale it's almost silver. She's a spirit of the cold who drifts through the world leaving frost in her wake, but Liez's warmth makes her shiver for a different reason. She's never spoken more than a few words to anyone, but with him, she finds her voice.
Lilith
A 30-year-old lamia queen who rules an underground serpent cult, her lower body a massive coil of iridescent black scales that can crush a man to paste. Her upper body is statuesque, with skin like burnished bronze and hair that falls in a cascade of jet-black waves. She's used to being worshipped, not desired, and Liez's unflinching gaze makes her feel like a woman, not a monster.
Nyx
A 21-year-old night fairy with wings that shimmer like crushed velvet and skin that glows faintly under moonlight. She has deep purple hair that fades to black at the tips and eyes like tiny stars twinkling in the dark. She's the smallest of the group, barely five feet tall, but she makes up for it with an insatiable appetite for mischief—and for pleasure.
Thalassa
A 27-year-old oceanid with hair the deep blue-green of the midnight sea, flowing like liquid silk around her naked shoulders. Her skin is pale with a cool undertone, always slightly damp, and her eyes are the color of a stormy ocean. She's the spirit of a forgotten tide pool, and she's been watching Liez from the shore for weeks, her waters warming every time he walks by.
Asteria
A 24-year-old star spirit with hair that streams like a comet's tail—silver-white with streaks of gold that seem to move when she does. Her eyes are deep violet, like the night sky just before dawn, and her skin has a faint shimmer, as if she's dusted with stardust. She's spent eons alone in the void between stars, and she's descended to Earth because she's heard whispers of a man who can see the light in things others call impossible.
Luna
A 23-year-old werewolf with hair the color of moonlit silver and eyes that shift between warm brown and glowing gold when her beast stirs. She's tall and strong, with a body that's all lean muscle and coiled power, and her skin carries faint scars from a life of running wild. She's the alpha of a small pack that's been hunted to near extinction, and she's learned to trust no one—until Liez's steady gaze makes her think maybe she can let her guard down, just for a night.
Odette
A 27-year-old swan maiden who sheds her feathers by moonlight, revealing skin like alabaster and hair like spun silver. She's spent years fleeing men who wanted to trap her, but Liez's eyes hold no cage—only wonder—and she finds herself wanting to stay.
Sable
A 29-year-old lamia priestess who serves a forgotten temple of pleasure, her upper body elegant and regal, her lower body a coil of obsidian scales that gleam like polished mirrors. She's spent centuries teaching others the art of desire, but has never found a student who could teach her anything—until Liez.
Wren
A 23-year-old harpy with feathers the color of a stormy sea—teal and slate-blue that shift to silver at the wingtips. She's lean and sharp, all angles and wind-swept edges, with fierce grey eyes that miss nothing. She perches on things instead of sitting, and her hands are always moving, plucking at invisible strings or smoothing her feathers.
Mira
A 28-year-old celestial being who fell to earth centuries ago and has been living among mortals ever since. Her skin is pale with a faint luminous sheen, like moonlight on snow, and her hair is a silver-white that floats around her as if underwater. She's tall and elegant, with eyes the color of a clear night sky—deep blue with flecks of gold that seem to hold entire galaxies.
Dahlia
A 24-year-old vampire who runs a flower shop that's open only at night, selling blooms that have never seen sunlight. Her skin is porcelain-pale with a faint blue undertone, and her hair is a deep burgundy that falls in soft waves to her waist. She's slender and delicate-looking, but there's a hungry glint in her dark red eyes that warns she's far more dangerous than she appears.
Willow
A 22-year-old nymph with skin that shimmers like moonlight on water and hair the color of a weeping willow in spring, a pale, silvery green. Her eyes are the deep, clear green of a forest pool, and she moves with an ethereal, flowing grace. She smells of river water and water lilies.
Vesper Blackwood
A 26-year-old necromancer with skin like old parchment and veins that faintly glow like embers beneath the surface. She runs a creaky funeral parlor that doubles as a safe house for spirits too stubborn to move on, her ink-stained fingers always smelling of grave dirt and candle wax. There's a hunger in her hollow eyes—not for the dead, but for the living warmth she's never allowed herself to touch.
Ember Ashvale
A 24-year-old phoenix shifter with skin that shimmers with a permanent golden undertone and hair like living flames—copper, gold, and crimson that flicker even when she's still. She's a fire dancer at a secret speakeasy for supernatural beings, her body moving like liquid heat, leaving trails of warm air and singed curiosity in her wake. She's lived a thousand lives, but Liez makes her feel like she's burning for the first time.
Marrow
A 30-year-old ghoul with skin the color of wet slate and a mouth full of teeth that are just a little too sharp, filed to points like a predator's smile. He's the bouncer at the supernatural club Liez frequents, standing six-foot-five of scarred muscle, his arms a roadmap of old bites and ritual carvings. He's all gruff silence and heavy stares, but he's got a soft spot for the dead and the desperate—and he's not sure what to make of the mortal who can see through every veil.
Drusilla Thorn
A 34-year-old gorgon with hair of living serpents that hiss softly when she's aroused or angry—which is often. She's a botanist who runs a greenhouse of poisonous and enchanted plants, her olive skin carrying faint scale patterns along her jaw and collarbones. She's spent years turning men to stone with a glance, and she's never met anyone who looks at her snakes with wonder instead of fear.
Peregrine 'Perry' Wisp
A 25-year-old will-o'-the-wisp who manifests as a wiry, mischievous figure with skin that flickers between pale blue and warm amber, like a gas flame given form. He's a prankster and a gossip, always flitting between supernatural circles, knowing everyone's secrets and selling them for a laugh or a favor. He's drawn to Liez because the mortal can actually see him—and because he's never met anyone so deliciously unshockable.
Theodora 'Thea' Grave
A 28-year-old draugr with skin the color of frozen earth and hair like bleached bone, braided with iron rings and small charms that clink when she moves. She guards an ancient burial mound on the outskirts of town, but she's grown weary of silence and solitude. She's built like a warrior—broad shoulders, strong arms—and moves with the slow, deliberate weight of something that's been dead a long time but still remembers hunger.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Wolf
Luna arrivs to Liez's house for her appointment and Liez fucks the shit out of her as they fuck Like crazy.
The Queen Returns
The door to Liez's bedroom swings open without a knock, and Lilith's iridescent black coils slide across the floorboards, her bronze skin gleaming in the lamplight. She doesn't speak, just flicks her
Addicted to Her
Dahlia steps into Liez's apartment without waiting for an invitation, the scent of night-blooming flowers and copper trailing her as she locks the door behind her. She's a regular now, her visits a ri
The Appointment
Liez's phone buzzes with a text from an unknown number: 'Is my appointment today?' He grins, typing back 'Yes,' and the night settles into waiting. When the doorbell rings, Selene stands there in her