Ergebnis für "Crow" in Paranormal

In an isolated fortress, the Master of Crows battles an ancient god for possession of his soul. Renegade and heretic, he dreams of ways to defeat the god and destroy the priesthood who would execute him. Sent by her masters to betray him, a woman comes who possesses a weapon he can use to triumph over both, but only with the ultimate sacrifice. A tale of love and allegiance.

Vane and the Crocodile AKA the Madd Brothers, have been stripped of their titles and their assets after their father’s failed coup of the Darkland Court. Immortal, powerful and monstrous, it doesn’t take them long to make their way back up the ladder, but this time it’s not in the manors and mansions of the Darkland elite, it’s the dark underbelly known as the Umbrage.

Reva spent the last 20 years in her own purgatory, first as the Wicked Witch of the West, then banished to eternal darkness. Now that she’s returned from oblivion, Reva’s out for blood against the witch who destroyed her life.

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.

The Dark One has finally accepted me...just in time for everything to change. Because Vane’s brother, the Crocodile, has just arrived on Neverland soil, and he’s not alone. He’s brought with him members of the royal Darkland family, and they want Vane’s Death Shadow back at any cost. Of course, Peter Pan, Vane, Kas, and Bash, they’re all familiar with war. But war isn’t easy when love is on the line.

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.

My name is Hector Briar, and I live for revenge. It's been eighteen years since Witch Hunters murdered my parents, and still, the night haunts me. A part of me died that night when six-year-old me was forced to listen to their brutal murder. Since then, I've gone from prey to predator. I spend my nights stalking Oxford's streets for those who'd see me slaughtered for being what I am. A witch. And more than that, the son of the last Grand High.

Millicent Layne has been hiding in plain sight, a delicate existence that her fangs threaten to expose whenever her emotions spike. When a last-ditch effort to stall her arranged marriage goes awry causing her brother Andrei to go missing, she needs Ellis Dacre’s help to find him. Nothing more. But as the autumn days roll on, every cozy inn and toasty tavern chips away at Millie’s secret and the walls she built around her heart.

Il Coccodrillo, il fratello di Vane, è appena arrivato sull'Isola che-non-c'è, e non da solo. Ad accompagnarlo ci sono i reali dell'Isola Oscura, pronti a riprendersi l'Ombra della Morte da Vane a ogni costo. Sarà guerra, e Peter, Vane, Kas e Bash sanno benissimo come si fa la guerra. Ma quando c'è di mezzo l'amore, è tutta un'altra cosa. So che i viziosi Ragazzi Sperduti faranno di tutto per proteggermi. Ma se non fossi io quella che ha bisogno di essere salvata?

It used to be that the president was the most powerful person in the country. That all changed when Wrath came to our world. He’s more powerful than anything we’ve ever faced. Now there are websites dedicated to worshipping him. Countless internet memes about how ridiculously gorgeous he is. And yeah, I can admit he’s fine as hell. But he’s a villain to end all villains. There’s no way I’m falling prey to that.

Malvania is broken into four manors ruled by vampire: the Viper Morada, the Arachnid Estate, the Maggot Mansion, and the Crow Court. After escaping the cruel and malicious Viper siblings in search of her brother, Lila Bran finds herself caught in the gaze of the Crow Lord himself, Ambrose Draven.

Finalmente con Pan e l'Isola che-non-c'è mi sono sentita viva. Ma qui non è tutto rose e fiori, qualcosa di oscuro e sinistro si aggira per la foresta. E, quel che è peggio, la regina delle fate e Capitan Uncino sono pronti a combattere per il controllo dell'Isola che-non-c'è e non si fermeranno davanti a nulla pur di ottenere ciò che vogliono.

Bailey Wulfe has her blinders on, her focus straight forward, tromping through life to the future that has been planned for her since she was Turned. She’s been promised to a high-ranking wolf in her Clan, but one chance encounter with a familiar face and she’s questioning everything she’s ever wanted. The boy she knew as a child has turned into a monstrous man. And from the looks of Rike, his bloodline will be the death of him and everyone he encounters. Maybe she can stop his freefall if only she can get him to remember her.

I finally know who I am, and it terrifies me. Worse, I think it also terrifies my hot vampire boyfriend, Bran Duval. Can we get past the latest revelations about my origins and newfound power? Will Bran ever look at me the same way again? We have to figure things out if we’re to defeat the enemy that’s coming. Because they're closer than we think.

She didn’t want to fall for him. She had no choice. When magic dwindled from the world, the four kingdoms formed the Society of Crows, skilled wizards and sorcerers bound by the gods to uphold the balance. But as time passed, they became corrupted, demanding that magical humans marry only for procreation, for the preservation of magic. Nava Forrest stumbled upon her soulmate when she was young. A brief meeting with a hooded stranger forever bound her to a man she wanted nothing to do with.

It's near impossible to ignore my vampire neighbor, Bran Duval, when he has a habit of shucking off his clothes while the blinds are up. He's playing games with me, but I don't mind a challenge. Only problem is, I'm supposed to pledge myself to a rival vampire family and now all I can think about is Bran Duval, black sheep of the Duval vampire family, and the wicked things he's promising to do to me in the dark.

It used to be that the president was the most powerful person in the country. That all changed when Wrath crossed over to our world. Nothing could stop him. Nothing can kill him. Eventually we all bowed at his altar. Now there are websites dedicated to worshipping him. Countless internet memes about how ridiculously gorgeous he is. And yeah, I can admit he’s fine as hell. But he’s a villain to end all villains. There’s no way I’m falling prey to that. That is until I accidentally cross paths with the Demon King. Except when Wrath turns his dark power on me...it doesn’t work.

Secrets are starting to come out about my past, and the only thing that feels real anymore is my annoyingly hot vampire neighbor, Bran Duval. He made me a promise to help me uncover my past, but I didn't know those promises included the heat of his touch. Bran and I don't always see eye to eye, but when we're alone together in the dark, everything feels right, even if some of the things he does to me might be so very bad. As my Pledge draws nearer, and more secrets come out, I can't help but wonder: Who am I? Or better yet, what am I?

Da duecento anni ogni donna Darling sparisce il giorno del suo diciottesimo compleanno. Alcune stanno via un giorno, altre una settimana o un mese. Ma tornano sempre distrutte. Oggi compio diciotto anni e la mamma si sta affannando a sbarrare porte e finestre. Non servirà a niente. Perché non appena scenderà la notte, lui verrà per me. E, questa volta, Peter Pan e i Ragazzi Sperduti non mi lasceranno più andare.

Apparently I possess part of the Demon King’s lost power and now he wants it back. He’s willing to do anything for it...including seducing me. The entire world wants a piece of Wrath and I’m the one who gets him every night in my bed. I shouldn’t want him as badly as I do, but being around him is...consuming. And I think he feels it, too. As much as the Demon King wants to pretend it’s only about power, I’ve seen the way he looks at me. When we’re in the same room together, every glance is sharp enough to cut, every touch hot enough to burn.