Résultats pour "Book of Wings" dans Paranormal

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin’s actions and learn what she can about the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit. One slip could bring doom not only for Feyre but for everything—and everyone she holds dear.

Feyre has returned to the Spring Court, determined to gather information on Tamlin's actions and learn what she can about the invading king threatening to bring her land to its knees. But to do so she must play a deadly game of deceit. One slip could bring doom not only for Feyre, but for everything-and everyone-she holds dear.

Until an oracle predicted my regal future, I'd never imagined myself rising above the curve of my round ears. After all, I was the magicless halfling loved by beasts but loathed by every pure-blooded faerie at court. Well . . . by all but one. Dante Regio, prince of Luce, had owned my heart since he gave me my first kiss. If gathering a slew of iron relics could help me overthrow the current monarch and crown his brother to rule at my side, then treasure hunting I'd go. If only the oracle had warned me what winged demon I was releasing into the world.

When Lucille wakes, trapped in a closet, with strange voices in her head and only fragmented memories of her mom surrounded by attackers, she has no choice but to accept help from a questionable stranger. Now, as a prisoner in Elora, a world filled with angels and demons where only the trained and ruthless belong, Lucille is desperate to escape and find her mom. But Elora is no place for a nineteen-year-old girl with little control over her power. Especially when she's up against a captor whose mere touch sends unnatural tingles across her skin and who says things that needle at her memories.

The first rule of being a ghost whisperer: Don’t tell anyone. Seriously. Don’t. Sure, it might sound harmless. A fun party trick, even. I assure you, it’s not. How do I know? Well, let’s just say that I’ve had a lot of experience with this sort of thing, and nine times out of ten, it turns into an all-consuming disaster. Being plagued by needy ghosts twenty-four/seven is one thing; being harassed by a horde of curious—or worse, grieving—flesh-and-blood people is an entirely different circus. I mean really, who wants to hold an impromptu séance in the middle of the cereal aisle?

The skies are vast and filled with enemies, and I’ve got them in my crosshairs. Rest and relaxation don’t last forever. A little bird has arrived with a special mission for me and my team. It's a job only we can handle. We must return to the site of our previous battle to search for intel and technology, but the Empire will do everything they can to stop us. Even if it means hunting us to the edge of the world.

Kamala, a peasant woman, has claimed the powerful sorcery of the Magisters - the ability to draw on the power of the human soul without dying for it- as her own. But in her rise to power, she finds herself hunted by the brotherhood, and flees to a land where spells are warped by a fatal curse. It is a land that even Magisters fear.

Z has tripped over a secret organization, and there's no time to go back to the commander. Arbitum is up to something big—and dangerous—and the trio of tiny soldiers are determined to get to the bottom of it. Sneaking into a private chapter meeting of the criminal organization's more disgruntled grunts is just the start.

I sacrificed everything to end a war that was tearing my home apart. My reward? Being seen as an abomination in the eyes of the people I’d fought so hard to save. After centuries of isolation, I find myself thrust back into the chaos of life because my friends need me and I won’t let them down. Another war is brewing, and this one has the potential to destroy all the realms. But my past isn’t ready to let me go just yet. As I hunt for answers about what the exiled king is plotting in a foreign realm, two complications arise. One an ancient enemy who wants a piece of soul.

Valoel, my half brother, is on the hunt, only this time he doesn't want to recruit me - he wants to straight up murder me. I don't have a choice. I have to kill him first. Before I can do that, I need to find the fifth stone. Without it, my chances of beating him are slashed. The only problem is, I have no idea where to start looking for it. With only a few options and very little time to figure out which is the best one, I'm going to have to count on the one person I'd rather not see again in my life to make this work.

Focusing on getting the kingdom back to normal after Galina’s false and terrible rule has turned out to be a monumental task. Especially because I can’t stop the nagging feeling in the back of my mind that I need to get back to Miami. Back to Thane. Find your mate, Pavel said, but I’m running out of time.

When war threatens her home, Isola returns from earth to the world of dragons she knows nothing about and to Dragca Academy. When the four most powerful dragon guards in history are ordered to protect her, they didn't expect to be protecting an accident-prone princess. One who, accidentally, nearly kills her whole class at Dragca Academy in her first week.

The Obsidian Order is tough, they have to be if they want to turn prospects into elite agents. I want to be one of those agents, and right now I'm closer than ever to achieving that goal. Hunting Valoel down is my primary goal. The word on the street is he's recruiting mages to fight for his cause. I'm not sure what his cause is, but I know it's not good. Draven would have us just kill him outright and be done with it, but Valoel said he was my brother. Maybe he can tell me about my past? My parents?

Dragerfield is a doorway between worlds. A doorway to Risest, the Faerie realm. A realm they access at night. And I'm the moronic human who wandered uninvited into their midst.

When the life you wanted has crumbled beneath your fingers, there's nothing left to do but pick up the pieces and soldier on. You've done this before. But what happens when you no longer feel like yourself anymore? When fires spontaneously start up around you, when you hear growling coming from underneath your bed, and you no longer recognize your face in the mirror. What happens then? Ghost-hunter Perry Palomino doesn't have much time to find out. Now, the evil she used to hunt is a lot closer to home.

They think I’m half angel and half human. They think I have no magic. They think that because I grew up in the human world, I’m clueless about what to expect at Seraphim Academy. They’re wrong. I’m not half human. I’m half demon. And this little succubus has come to play. My brother vanished from Seraphim Academy without a trace, and I’ll do whatever it takes to find him, including infiltrating the school myself.

Valerie Kearie is still dealing with the issues behind her brother's pain. Unfortunately, another group has decided to "elevate" the poor, the weak, and the easily susceptible and help them achieve greatness. Or Death. They do not care which. Introducing a new drug, Ambrosia, to the streets of America provides the organization with money and cannon fodder, so what's the downside? Valerie and Jake must work with a foreign agency to outwit, outthink, and out gun the mastermind. Can Jake and Valerie help and still keep Valerie's secret?

Unexpected enemies, unlikely alliances, and one struggling reaper. The Earth crystal is missing, and I have no clue who took it. To make matters worse, the Council knows about my forbidden abilities. They still want my help to find the remaining artifacts, which means hey must be desperate...but for what? Now I’ve partnered up with Charlie, my deceased best friend’s brother. The only problem is that he blames me for his sister’s death. I just hope this isn’t one more thing that will blow up in my face. I’ve had enough of that the past month to last the rest of my life.

Monsters with a taste for children are nothing new, but fairy tales never mentioned this nightmarish predator. Rue has her hands full tracking the creature hunting the streets of Charleston, but a call from home divides her attention—and her loyalties. A stranger has come to Hollis Apothecary, asking questions that prickle the hairs on her nape, but she can't abandon the victims based only on a bad feeling. The pit in her stomach only grows when the stranger takes a hostage and makes his demands. He wants to talk to Rue, face to face. Or else.

When I heard Pestilence - a horseman of the apocalypse - had been set free, I thought returning him to his crypt would be just another job. After all, that’s what watcher angels do - we protect humanity from the creatures that go bump in the night. Everything changed the instant I locked eyes with her. The fiery red hair rolling in waves down her back and the freckles scattered across her cheeks stole the air from my lungs. I’d been awed by Earth’s wonders before, but she was different. And not just because she is a witch.