Ergebnis für "Jane" in Paranormal

Something is wrong inside her. It’s changing her. She chased her loved ones into the dark, and they stumbled out with monsters beneath their skin. Now they are less than they were, but destined for so much more. If they survive training. And if her new commander doesn’t kill her first. The boy-prince she saved as a child is now the unforgiving, terrifying man in charge of her future. They are bound in a way neither can escape: two forces as opposite as sunrise and shadow, drawn together as inevitably as the dawn collides with the sky. But don’t misunderstand. This is not a love story.

Ironside is more than a regular academy. It’s also the biggest reality TV show in the world … and a very elaborate, very luxurious prison. Their hallowed halls are ruled by the Betas, Omegas, and Deltas—but this year, the officials are stirring things up. Isobel Carter—the only rare Sigma to be accepted—is the first sign. But there are others. Many others. A sudden influx of powerful Alphas will turn academy life, and Isobel’s life, upside down.

‘Sometimes all you want is the novel equivalent of Gilmore Girls - just add a spiced latte’ Stylist IT'S TIME TO REDISCOVER HER MAGIC . . . Belladonna Blackthorn hasn’t lost her magical spark, but she hasn’t seen it in a while either. Balancing work at her beloved London bookshop, Lunar...

Ein Alpha-Wolf, zu stolz, um nachzugeben. Eine Omega-Wölfin, zu stur, um sich zu fügen. Ein uralter Eid, der ihr Schicksal untrennbar verknüpft.

I thought I'd finally learned the truth about everything–but it turns out, that was just the beginning. Love might span universes, but so does hate. A love that spans the universe. A second chance at romance. A secret she can't remember that could tear them apart. Again. Are you ready to enter...

Perfection is a spell. It’s time to break it. 'The literary equivalent of the most delicious cinnamon bun’ – Beth O’Leary, author of The Flatshare ‘Full of found family, baked goods, and characters you'll cheer for’ – Sarah Beth Durst, author of The Spellshop Andromeda Wildwood is...

Ihren 30. Geburtstag hatte sich Belladonna Blackthorne anders vorgestellt: Statt eine Party zu feiern, wird sie vor den Hexenzirkel zitiert. In sechs Prüfungen soll sie zeigen, ob sie ihrer Magie überhaupt noch würdig ist - andernfalls könnte sie ihre Kräfte für immer verlieren. Als sich merkwürdige Ereignisse häufen und jemand offenbar um jeden Preis verhindern will, dass sie Erfolg hat, braucht Belle jede Unterstützung, die sie kriegen kann: von den Frauen an ihrer Seite - und von einem (sehr attraktiven) Wächter, der geschworen hat, sie zu beschützen.

Seraph Black used to think that she was prepared for anything. She could last days without eating and she always walked away from the violent altercations with her father relatively unharmed. She survived working at the club and the drive to school every day in her mother’s rust-bucket of a car… but it all changed when Noah and Cabe came bulldozing into her life, careless of the precious secrets they picked apart in their quest to take over her world.

Wie in jedem Club, in jeder Gemeinschaft, haben auch wir Regeln. Einen Kodex, an den wir uns halten, um die Anzahl der Toten in einem überschaubaren Rahmen zu halten. Wir jagen im Dunkeln. Wir jagen im Rudel. Wir jagen nie zum Spaß. Wir entwickeln keine Gefühle für unsere Beute. Und wenn – falls – jemand doch stirbt: dann verhalten wir uns gefälligst professionell. Wer wir sind? Wir sind Monster, böse Geister, Dämonen. Incubi werden wir genannt. Doch als dieses Mädchen trotz aller Vorsicht in unseren Armen stirbt, geraten auf einmal all unsere Regeln ins Wanken.

Maybe it was the Shenanigans gift certificate that put her over the edge. When children's librarian and self-professed nice girl Jane Jameson is fired by her beastly boss and handed $25 in potato skins instead of a severance check, she goes on a bender that's sure to become Half Moon Hollow legend. On her way home, she's mistaken for a deer, shot, and left for dead.

Isobel Carter is making headlines. Some of them good, some of them bad, and some of them … astounding. She started at the bottom and now she’s near the top with everything she never wanted, but the Ironside Show doesn’t care, because she’s just become one of the most interesting students at the academy, and everyone seems to have big plans for her.

"Markus Del Reyes, ich verstoße dich." Ich habe keine andere Wahl. Ich kann nicht den Rest meines Lebens mit einem Partner verbringen, der mich unsere gesamte Kindheit tyrannisiert hat. Ich mag eine verfluchte Wandlerin sein, unfähig zu wandeln, aber verzweifelt bin ich nicht – zumindest nicht, bis der oberste Alpha mich aus dem Haus des Feuers und des Fluorits verstößt, weil ich seinen Sohn zurückgewiesen habe.

The Ironside Show is back. Bigger than ever, and shinier, too. To the audience, it’s a glorious spectacle, but to Isobel Carter and the Alphas of Dorm A, it’s a trap. A maze. The further they venture, the darker their path becomes, until all the tarnish has flaked away and only the bare metal bars remain.

Isobel knows it. The Alphas know it. Yet every time they make a move, Ironside counters with two, always one step ahead, outsmarting them at every turn. Just when they grasp a lifeline, Ironside threatens to hang them with it. They have only one choice: play the game—the real game, exactly as it was designed. With new contracts pulling them deeper into the service of the Stone Dahlia and yet another settlement tour looming on the horizon, they must execute their roles flawlessly.

When I was young, I often dreamt of an alpha boy. With him, I belonged. I was important. Loved. We were going to marry and be together. Once I actually figured out how to get to him. But that was years ago and the foolish fantasies of a lonely teenager. Parallel worlds were only a theory. Alpha males were assholes who wanted to get their way. Soulmates were just stories for children. Then everything changed. One morning, I woke up on a park bench, unable to remember my name or how I got there. There was something not quite right about this place–and clearly I don't belong here.

In Blesswood, there are rules, and someone is trying to teach her how to follow them. The only problem is Willa. Which shouldn’t be anything new, since she has been a problem since birth—something her pseudo-sister Emmy would agree on.

The academy that once promised Isobel Carter salvation has pulled back the curtain and revealed itself for what it truly is. A pretty little prison. She may have been reduced to a puppet behind a screen, but at least the Alphas of Dorm A are there to heighten her performances, quicken her breath, and flood her face with colour for the cameras.

My captor, my enemy, and my fated mate. I’m the best bounty hunter in the business. I find lost artifacts that people would kill to possess. I’m also broke. When a notorious leprechaun offers me a job I can’t refuse, I realize too late I’m not hunting an object. The contract was simple; steal the prince, escape unseen. Spoiler alert: I failed. Horribly. The moment I step into the fae kingdom beyond the veil, I feel it—someone watching me. Waiting for me.

Nachdem sie den Kuss des legendären Sommerkönigs Caden erhalten hat, ist Brighton Jussier kein Mensch mehr. Sie ist allerdings auch keine Fae. Doch was genau sie nun eigentlich ist, ist im Augenblick noch Brightons geringstes Problem, denn Caden will sie nicht in die Welt der Menschen zurückkehren lassen, selbst wenn ihn das den Thron kosten sollte. Als die versiegelte Pforte zwischen der Menschenwelt und dem Reich der Fae durchbrochen wird, müssen Caden und Brighton über sich hinauswachsen, um ihre beiden Welten vor dem Bösen zu retten, das sie bedroht.

Seine eisblauen Augen glitzerten kalt, als er das Schwert erhob und den nächsten Gegner, der sich ihm in den Weg stellte, damit niederstreckte. Er war von Kopf bis Fuß mit dem Blut seiner Opfer beschmiert und dennoch schien er nicht müde zu werden. Das Heer, das in die Stadt eingefallen war, kannte keine Gnade. Jeder der sich ihnen in den Weg stellte, wurde getötet, und im Zentrum dieses Chaos stand er. Er sah sich nach seinem nächsten Opfer um und plötzlich blieben seine Augen an mir hängen. Unsere Blicke trafen sich und er kam direkt auf mich zu.