Ergebnis für "Apocalypse" in Erotik

My enemy is The Apocalypse Society: Three brothers, a hidden agenda, distorted masks, and minions who do their dirty work. They tried to kill the rabbit. They injured two of the men I love. They thought they could cut me down. Not only my life, but the lives of my four men, are now in danger. Time is running out. The rabbit is almost in their trap. The next time, they may succeed in killing me. Or worse, someone I love.

When an Arachne ships herself to Mike Radley's home, he doesn't know what to expect. He didn't expect to get caught in an intricate trap laid by the Jersey Devil. He really didn't expect an angel to steal his home and lock it away in Purgatory.

The life goals have stacked up since I started this journey as a sad, lonely little ghost. I'm not sure how things escalated so quickly from trying to be seen and heard, to bearing the weight of the world on my vain little shoulders. As a result, my goals have gotten a little more serious. We're the most screwed up collection of antiheroes the world has ever seen, because the only thing that makes me want to save the world is knowing I could lose my boys forever if I don't. It's one hell of a love story, you know?

Marauders shot Yuan in the head and buried him in a ditch. They thought it would be enough to put him down. They were wrong. Rising from the dead by the will of the Gun, demigod of revenge and firearms, Yuan only has one goal in mind: track down his murderers across the Unmade World and slaughter every last one of them. With the bullet-core stuck in his skull marking him as a Gunsoul, he can finally teach these arrogant cultivators a lesson they’ll never forget.

After making several profitable deals, it was time to go back through the Twurgh Gate and return to Earth. Alvin and Gothy had been surprised to learn that the newest member of their harem was a princess, but neither was willing to leave Desiree behind. Once they were back on Earth, Alvin proposed a new destination, much to the amusement of his companions. They all agreed and went south out of Colorado, into New Mexico. The road south led them back to old friends in new places; Johnny, the native shaman from Bridgeport, was in Ignacio and in desperate need of help.

They say romance died when society collapsed. They were right. It's brutal out here. My last date had no teeth. He took me to the Great Tire Fire and roasted a rat on a stick. I was convinced I was going to die alone at the tender old age of 22 until I saw Max. He was wearing a freaking skull on his head. It was terror at first sight. But like bacteria on wet socks, Max will grow on you. And this obsessive alpha might just give me the best happy ending you can get in this nightmarish hellscape.

Friday wasn't just the end of the week; it was the end of the world. Now all the cities of the world have been transformed, monsters and menaces are the norm, and Ash Wilkerson has to detangle his feelings about his complicated (ahem: failing) relationship with a girl he doesn’t love. Add to this a massive game system involving cards and his desire to rescue the wizard who saved his life, and the apocalypse is a mess. A pleasurable mess, though, because thanks to that wizard, Ash now has a card that gives him xps and bonus rewards for initiating relationships and having sex.

A mysterious storm drives Terri, Quay and Euclid into an adult novelty store. Inside it's warm and dry, but the bizarre, well-dressed owner vanishes almost immediately, leaving the door locked behind him. The new friends learn to survive together while they wait for help to arrive.

It all comes down to this. Demitra is in a race to discover just what fate intends for her. She must gather her Demon Generals and pick apart the cryptic prophecies in her path, all while planning a Casino grand opening and thwarting her enemies. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t also time for a little naughty fun.

Matt's only chance of having a peaceful apocalypse ended when four desperate, beautiful women showed up at his mountain compound. Pursued by monsters and a band of vicious men who want their "property" back, they eagerly accepted Matt's offer to train them to fight, hunt, and survive in the new world.

The treacherous currents of the Astral Plane have left Quay, Euclid, and Terri each stranded on their own bizarre world. Can Quay find a way to communicate with the alien creatures that watch their every movement? Can Terri stop flirting with elves long enough to escape a false utopia? Will Euclid ever be freed of his imprisonment? And what lurks in the Astral that has even the dealmakers concerned? As the nature of the apocalypse becomes clear and powerful entities spin their own webs, the trio will need to rely on new magic, old foes, and the love that binds them and their friends.

After a bad breakup with his ex-girlfriend, a vacation on a quiet Island is supposed to help Neil recover and relax. But without warning, he finds his whole life reset. It's either an apocalypse across the whole of planet earth, or some kind of new, evil system. And to complicate matters, now he's surrounded by hot, leggy girls. So to survive in this new virtual world, Neil will have to fight to level up. Make progression fast or die. All that, and keep a party of beautiful women happy. Not to mention, keep them alive.

Relationships can be tricky when people can't lie to you, so Agent Matthew Whitman focuses his unusual powers on solving cases for the Society. When a fellow agent is found murdered, Matt is given a major assignment: find her killer. First he must find Brennan Mitchell, whose brother was a victim in the murdered agent's last case.

It is Gaston Glew's 16th Sad Day - the 16th anniversary of the saddest day of his life: his day of birth - and his parents have just committed suicide. Fed up with the sadness of Pickled Planet, Gaston Glew builds a rocket ship and blasts off into outer space, hoping to escape his briny fate.

Everyone is going to die. Soon. The whole of humanity sits on the precipice of total annihilation by plague. That’s some heavy shit right there. If 99 percent of the population dies, that leaves one percent grieving, scared, desperate, capable of anything, plunged into an apocalypse without laws, and no one to enforce them anyway, where there are no rules but one: might makes right.