Ergebnis für "Dominion" in Paranormal

Eve Hayden had no idea what to expect the night she went in search of a translator for an 800-year old French illuminated manuscript but it certainly wasn’t what she found - Michel and Julien de Cernay: 800-year old identical twin vampire brothers - beautiful, tempermental opposites, both wanting her for themselves. Michel - dark, brooding, control-freak, former priest who broke his vows the night he was turned into a vampire. Julien - impetuous, valiant, passionate, a brave knight who lost his life on a battlefield when a vampire claimed him.

While Anna and Malcolm welcome the latest additions to their family, complications arise that threaten to end their newfound happiness. Not only does Anna have to contend with the possibility of losing the Cirrus throne to Catherine Amador, but she also has to worry over Helena’s next act of vengeance against her and those she loves. As danger seems to lurk around every corner, Anna’s first priority is the welfare of her family, friends, and citizens.

As a Suntouched Soul, the first born in generations, I've lived a life of privilege. With the guidance of the Elders, I'm on track to take over leadership of the wolf tribes. There's just one catch: I have to marry Corvin, a high-ranking male in our army, to attain the throne. Problem is, I have no interest in Corvin—or any male for that matter. While the Elders plot my wedding, set for the next solar ascension, the panther tribes nip at our heels, causing strife and distracting me from my duties.

The Echo devoured our world, then slept for months. But now its convulsions threaten to destroy the safe little community I and my fellow survivors have built in an untouched wilderness. I can't let that happen. Maybe it's the cop in me or the Army veteran in me, but I need to take action.

The universe always has a plan. One minute, I’m chilling out in the closet, drinking champagne, and about to order a pizza. The next, I’m transported to another planet with sweeping red dunes, crimson mountains, and pastel wildlife that make me question if my champagne was laced. Every time I babbled to the night sky on my wobbly rooftop lounger, I didn’t actually think someone else, in a far-off galaxy, might be doing the same thing. Turns out, I was wrong.