Résultats pour "Play" dans Urbain et paranormal

In Fairhaven, there's no rest for the wicked, the weary, or anyone in between. This time, the Wild Hunt is on its way to town, commanded by its ruthless leader who has a score to settle with Lorelei's friend, the Night Mallt. Meanwhile, the Castle has opened its doors as a sanctuary for an unexpected and unwelcome visitor, which puts a damper on Lorelei's budding relationship with resident demon prince of hell, Kane Sullivan. Even worse, the houseguest brings another hunting party to town, one that Lorelei has been careful to avoid.

Die nächsten 3 Bücher der Serie in einem Boxset! Das Gefüge der Wirklichkeit droht aus den Fugen zu geraten. Die Unterhändler der Gnolls klopfen an die Tore des Kremls. Alte, halb vergessene Götter erwachen als Avatare der AlterWorld zu neuem Leben. Ein Funke des allmächtigen Willens des Schöpfers ist noch immer in den Herzen von Millionen von Spielern lebendig, die den Eingebungen ihres Glaubens und ihres Wissens gehorchen und das Universum nach ihren eigenen Bedürfnissen umgestalten. Ursprünglich war die AlterWorld sogar mit Ebenen der Hölle ausgestattet worden.

What do you do when the demon you’re reluctantly obsessed with knows your deepest darkest secret? Every. Excruciating. Detail. If you’re smart, you push him away and bury yourself in work. Except that Vas isn’t the kind of guy who’ll allow me to hide from my feelings for long. Even if he did return from the underworld…different. Meanwhile, I’ve been ignoring all my instincts to hide my tech magic. Instead, I’m using it to help Evie and Kyla solve a high-profile kidnapping case

My name is Alexis, though everyone calls me Lexie. I'm a Necromancer. I see the dead, talk to them, and help them move on. Well, I used to. Now, with the Veil closed, I'm the only way for a soul to cross over. It's wearing me out, and according to my doctor, it's going to kill me. I don't know how to tell the guys. I'm working on it, but there is so much going on right now; Isaac's acting strange, Ethan's worried that his brother isn't eating or sleeping, Asher's dad is back, and Tara is still snooping around my bedroom. My symptoms are getting worse, and we're running out of time.

Here in the bustle of cities and towns, humans go about their lives noticing ducks, if at all, only long enough to complain about their leavings or toss them a crumb of bread. Little do they know that behind the colorful plumage and inquisitive quacking, ducks are harboring hopes, dreams, and schemes that rival our own.

I'm Cisco Suarez, and a week ago I was dead. Cursed into serving a clandestine shadow group, I have a lot of blood on my hands. Good thing I also have a juvenile problem with authority. I'm not taking orders anymore, and the first thing on my bucket list is bringing them down. If I'm good at anything, it's looking in dark places. But I've got shadows of my own. Horrific deeds coming back to haunt me, and not the metaphorical kind of haunting, either. I'm talking ghosts, mages, and that thing with the glowing red eyes.

Instead of a quiet dance retreat where she could escape the insanity of being the daughter of an angel, a succubus, and a lycanthrope, Emma Sansaul plummets into the middle of murder, mayhem, and mischief. As becoming the next victim of a crazed serial killer is not on her itinerary, she's left with no choice but to join forces with Agent Kenneth Bernard to find the murderer, the one man on Earth capable of making her hissing mad one second and in need of a cold shower the next.