Ergebnis für "Court" in Paranormal & Urban Fantasy

As a vampyr who was born to fulfill a prophecy, my life was planned before I was created. I obeyed every rule, and I became the perfect vampyr, but one night changed everything. Rejected by the man who was destined for me, who was supposed to love me forever, I do the only thing I can. I flee into the night, nursing my broken heart. Being a rejected mate corrupts the soul, however, and in this game of Courts and Kings, nobody wins. Nobody except the monsters in the shadows.

Feyre has undergone more trials than one human woman can carry in her heart. Though she’s now been granted the powers and lifespan of the High Fae, she is haunted by her time Under the Mountain and the terrible deeds she performed to save the lives of Tamlin and his people. As her marriage to Tamlin approaches, Feyre’s hollowness and nightmares consume her. She finds herself split into two different people: one who upholds her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court, and one who lives out her life in the Spring Court with Tamlin.

Feyre, Rhysand, and their friends are still busy rebuilding the Night Court and the vastly altered world beyond, recovering from the war that changed everything. But Winter Solstice is finally approaching, and with it, the joy of a hard-earned reprieve. Yet even the festive atmosphere can’t keep the shadows of the past from looming. As Feyre navigates her first Winter Solstice as High Lady, her concern for those dearest to her deepens. They have more wounds than she anticipated—scars that will have a far-reaching impact on the future of their court.

When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a terrifying creature arrives to demand retribution. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she knows about only from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not truly a beast, but one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled her world. At least, he’s not a beast all the time.

Trotzdem führe ich ein erfülltes, wenn auch einfaches Leben mit meiner Schwester … bis der verhasste Kronprinz des Winterhofs in unserem Dorf auftaucht. Als er mich entführt und in seinem Schloss einsperrt, bin ich mir sicher, dass mich mein Tod erwartet. Aber der Prinz lässt mich leben – vorerst. Und als er mir den wahren Grund für meine Entführung verrät, sehe ich den Hunger in seinen Augen.

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 undergone more trials than one human woman can carry in her heart. Though she’s now been granted the powers and lifespan of the High Fae, she is haunted by her time Under the Mountain and the terrible deeds she performed to save the lives of Tamlin and his people. As her marriage to Tamlin approaches, Feyre’s hollowness and nightmares consume her. She finds herself split into two different people: one who upholds her bargain with Rhysand, High Lord of the feared Night Court, and one who lives out her life in the Spring Court with Tamlin.

When nineteen-year-old huntress Feyre kills a wolf in the woods, a terrifying creature arrives to demand retribution. Dragged to a treacherous magical land she knows about only from legends, Feyre discovers that her captor is not truly a beast, but one of the lethal, immortal faeries who once ruled her world.

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.

There are many things that go bump in the night, and I am one of them. Witches are supposed to be good, powerful, and omniscient, but unfortunately for me, I seem to lack all of those qualities. I have been battling the darkness that lives within me since birth, destined to eradicate goodness from our world, but one day, I have no choice but to embrace who and what I am. In order to stop the destruction of the world as we know it, I must put my trust in not only myself, but also my unlikely companions.

A normal, if not rebellious, human, Cameron Dupree has spent the last three years finding his way through a school of the rich and powerful...literally. He's surrounded by the supernatural cream of the crop: children of alpha werewolves, banshees with ties to the United Nations, a faerie princess from another realm of reality, and a teenage succubus who might be the scariest, and sexiest, of them all. Everything is going as great as can be for a vanilla human...until one misstep lands him in trouble with a noble of the Unseelie Fae.

Thirteen years fleeing witch hunters and the looming threat of death. Nineteen-year-old Remy knows she is possibly the last red witch alive, and she is determined to stay that way. The Northern Court King has slaughtered her home court and placed a bounty on red witch heads. When four fae warriors enter her tavern refuge, Remy tries to flee, but her magic isn’t strong enough to stop a fae prince on a mission.

It all comes down to this. Judgment Day. The Apocalypse. Whatever you want to call it. The Allfather has come knocking, and it's up to Cam and his allies to defeat the Aesir. Cam, his family, and even his old foes must push themselves beyond what they thought was possible, pull out all their tricks, and rely on each other to defeat the greatest threat in all the realms. If they win, they can live happily ever after. If they lose, well... none of them will be alive to see the eternity of misery that follows, but it's gonna suck for everyone else.

Ein Tyrannenkönig, der gestürzt werden muss – und das, während die Zeit gegen mich läuft und meine Schwestern irgendwo in der Dunkelheit verloren sind. Mein Name ist Kiki, und ich bin eine gescheiterte Dämonenjägerin. Für Menschen wie mich sollte es eine Zwölf-Schritte-Gruppe geben. Doch statt Erlösung finde ich ein Geheimnis – eines, das mich in ein fremdes Reich schleudert, weit weg von allem, was ich kenne. Kein New York. Keine Regeln. Nur Fragen … und Flügel auf meinem Rücken. Und dann ist da dieser Mann – Soren. Mit Augen wie Eis und einer Aura, die nach Ärger riecht.

As a wolf, my hate towards Hunters was born from fire and blood. I know all too well the brush of death others only speak of in hushed whispers. It marked me and every day since I have fought to prove myself. To be the strongest, the best wolf in the Red Mountain Pack. To live up to my family name. Until one night, one trap, one chance encounter changes all that. Thrown into the middle of an ancient war I have no choice but to fight for those I love but war takes casualties, including people's souls. If friends can become enemies… what can enemies become?

The fae of the Night Court are desperately searching for a new monarch to crown before the Court collapses. I couldn’t care less. I’ve done everything I can to bury my fae blood and embrace my human half. That changes when some fae nobles show up on my doorstep and announce that I’m the next Queen of the Night Court. Becoming an unwilling fae queen? Check. Inheriting a terrible mess? Double check.

I thought becoming Queen of the Night Court and marrying the deadliest fae assassin in the supernatural community were the biggest dangers I’d ever face. Hah! Once I meet the fae monarchs of the other local Courts, I realize the good times are only just beginning! They hate my guts and don’t even bother to use their fae tricks to hide their disgust of me and my human blood. At least I know where I stand with them, which is more than I can say for my husband, Rigel.

This ain't no spaghetti Western. Cam and company are running for their lives with a UN superteam hot on their heels...not to mention one very pissed-off fae. With Lilith injured, and the UN closing in, there is only one person that can save them: Lilith's mom. Not only does Cam need to figure out how to impress a millennia-old succubus, but he's also got to figure out what to get the women in his life for Christmas. His problems are only going to get worse from there.

After getting drop kicked back to the mortal realm with the help of his godly half-brother, Cam has landed south of the border: a.k.a. enemy territory. Thankfully, he's not alone. With the help of a couple of coeds, Cam has to figure out a way to get back to Lilith, Danni, and the rest of the Venetian Cabal. Preferably, with his head still attached to his shoulders. Too bad the enemy already has his scent, and let's just say, they have a taste for blood.