Résultats pour "The House Hunt" dans Paranormal

I thought Peter Pan was a myth and Neverland a fairy tale. A story spun by my mother who had lost her mind a long time ago. But there was no denying the overwhelming shadow cast by Peter Pan when he was standing in my house.

My name is Friday St. Salvatore and I’m what’s known as a living vampire. But just means I haven’t died yet. Once that happens...I become the real deal. Except, I’m not really sure if being undead is what I want. I like being human. Or well, humanish. Unfortunately for me, I was just kidnapped by hunters who are hell bent on playing their sick death games. Me and all the other supernaturals they gathered are just the newest trophy’s they plan to hunt - and kill - for sport. The only way out of here? To escape.

“House of Blight is one of those books I had trouble putting down. I loved the totally unique magic system and the eerie but cozy setting... A must-read for any romantasy lover!” — NISHA J. TULI, internationally bestselling author of Trial of the Sun Queen? The first novel in an eerie...

My mate didn’t just reject me. He tried to have me killed. Now, if I want to stop something terrible from happening, I’m going to have to track down the man who broke me, and save his life.

I survived the hunters’ death games, but this fight is far from over. War is coming. I can feel it in my bones. But there may be a way to stop it without further bloodshed. The hunters are human. Without their mysterious drug that enhances them, they are no match for the supernatural community. Destroying that drug is easier said than done, especially when they have more allies than we do.

The Crocodile, the Devourer of Men, has devoured something he shouldn’t: a Myth Maker Witch. Now, with the witch’s dark power swirling inside of him, he’s losing control of his monster and quickly making his way through my ship and my crew. It’s only me and Wendy Darling who can pull him back. But even we know time is running out.

One moment, I’m living my life, using my magical skills to round up rogue sprites and restless ghosts for the Bounty Hunters Guild. The next, I’m being kidnapped by a smoking-hot, sword-wielding warrior man and dumped in front of an elder god. Things didn’t get any better after that. It might have been my fault. Maybe telling a god that he isn't very good at his job wasn’t the best way to make a first impression. Of course, when that job is "warden of a supermax prison of paranormal perps located under Mount Olympus", maybe he shouldn’t have let one escape in the first place.