Ergebnis für "Lila, Lila" in Fantasy

Ruga Karrsdaughter, dutiful orc princess with a heart of gold, has spent the years since her sister was elected queen serving the orc country of Torden. Her duties now include marrying an elf princess for a much-needed alliance against an outside threat. Elketh Ceridwen, rakish elf princess with a penchant for chaos, has never lifted a finger in her life. Now that an engagement is sprung upon her by the stern elvish king, she has to fulfill a fifty-day betrothal period in Torden surrounded by strangers . . . unless she can wreak enough havoc to get sent back home.

I have one talent, and it's not relationships. It's weaving. But I have one chance to keep my cozy little life in the magical Leafshire Cove, and it's going to require a partner. I swore off romance—my last relationship was a humiliating disaster. But to enter the mayor's tapestry contest and win the contract attached, I need a date, thanks to a ridiculous ancient faerie spell requiring attendants to bring a potential partner. When my frenemy suggests the new watchtower guard, a growly gargoyle named Romulus who never speaks and hides inside a massive cloak, I think she's lost her mind.

Although she battles loneliness, Rychell is determined to grow her spice business and raise her adopted pixie son in peace. Love is off the table—her tumultuous childhood taught her that marriage isn't for her. So when the town herald announces that a prominent trader is seeking a wife who can treat marriage like a business deal, Rychell knows this is the opportunity she's been waiting for.

For 17 years, I was the outcast of the Northwest Territory— the only wolf shifter who couldn’t shift or connect with the pack. Seen as worthless and weak. Leaving was my only escape. But everything changed the day I met Bodey, my sexy fated mate. With him by my side, magic surges through my veins, making me stronger than anyone. When marked queen, I wasn't ready for the throne...or the enemies brought with it.

"Wake of Vultures is, quite simply, brilliant. A mind-bending mix of history, fantasy and folklore, it's a wild bronco of a read that'll leave you breathless for more."―Rachel Caine, New York Times bestselling author Supernatural creatures create chaos across an unforgiving western landscape...

Always a fighter and a gamer, Lila finds herself in a dungeon with two dumbass guardians and a monster to kill. After she escapes the dungeon, her gamer life is then enslaved to a demon who has only one thing on his mind: training her to kill his new opponent, an NPC named Maddie Vies.

I am respected in Leafshire Cove because I perform magic exactly the way it should be performed—with a witch's intuition. My spells are precise, and they're either wonderfully practical or completely fun. Regardless, my magic is true magic. On market days, my cart always has the longest line. That is, until he arrives. An arrogant, foolish minotaur with a ridiculously posh accent sets up shop right beside me. And even though his magic is only a mishmash of tacky illusions and over-the-top displays, townsfolk flock to him. Infuriating.

I love my quiet life in Leafshire Cove—early mornings, the scent of cinnamon and honey, the simple joy of kneading dough while the village slowly wakes. Everything in my world is warm, steady, safe. Except Cyrus, the dragon shifter next door. With his roguish grin and endless charm, Cyrus runs a rowdy pub, flirts shamelessly with almost everyone, and lives for adventure. Our friendship is built on teasing banter and unspoken understanding.

Princess Adriana has only known one thing in her life; evil. She lives on the island of Malum, banished there by those who claim they are good, those who live the life of luxury on the island of Aiven. But her mother has raised her to extract revenge on those families, and now is the time. The four heirs of the evil families cross the barrier, ready to start a war with Aiven. But Princess Adriana finds more than just revenge on the island... Prince Rowan has everything he could ask for, except for a potential queen.

In the summer of 1865, Emmaline Gulledge is 11 years old and stubborn as a mule. Determined to do exactly what she sets her mind to, she explores the mountains and valleys around her home with an unquenchable thirst for knowledge and a keen eye that misses nothing. When her mother dies, Emmaline, Emmy for short, is thrust into the mystical, spiritual world of her mother's native peoples, the Tsalagi, better known as the Cherokee.

In the South Carolina Hills, along the Savannah River Watershed, in the fall of 1829, 14-year-old, three-quarter Cherokee Sahani, whose Christian name is Charity, sets out on a journey with her 83-year-old white grandfather to Fort Charlotte for what she thinks is a trip to trade the pelts he has accumulated in order to replenish their supplies. However, Charity soon discovers that her grandfather's objective in making this trip is to get her married off and settled somewhere.

The war has ended, but the bad blood remains. Long ago, the vampires took control. Now, they run the cities and make the rules with little regard for the race they slaughtered to get there. With no rights and fewer options, some humans serve themselves up to the elite undead in exchange for protection. The rest take their chances with the ferals outside the city walls. It's miserable, but misery can be lucrative if you're clever enough.

I've always been told I was the anomaly, the fluke, the only black bear they'd ever seen. Somehow, I know that's not true. The wolves have told me the Alpha over all the bears is headed this way. But they've sent me away so he won't see me. I'm a burden, a hindrance to the grizzlies, yet they keep a shock collar around my neck so I can't escape. On the wolf pack lands, I see someone approaching. A male - and he smells like home. Has someone come to save me?

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As the only living heir, I was supposed to wed Vanderlyth's most notorious sack of potatoes. Except, our ship went down and said potato sailed away in the only lifeboat, leaving me to drown. My last image? His middle finger. Luck must be on my side because I wash up on the mainland. A place filled with my father's enemies, home to droves of demons that would kill me for my pointy ears alone. I take shelter inside an abandoned castle, but while trying to discern a way out of this mess, a hauntingly flirtatious demon spots me.

Nous sommes des natifs. Nous sommes des immortels. Nous formons une famille. Nous formons un tout. Nous avons tant souffert. Nous avons tant aimé. C'est l'épilogue pour nous. Le crépuscule de notre histoire.

Après vingt-sept ans d'une vie passée parmi les humains, j'ai débarqué au château d'Altérac, berceau des Natifs, loin de me douter qu'une rencontre allait bouleverser mon existence à jamais... Hélas, je n'étais pas prête, je ne savais pas... J'ai pris une simple décision, que je croyais anodine sur le moment, et le destin du royaume a basculé... Le mien fut scellé. La solitude m'a terrassée. Ne dit-on pas que c'est dans les moments les plus sombres que surgissent l'espoir et la lumière ? Seul le temps pourra me le révéler.

Je suis anéantie, hagarde. Le néant m'a engloutie. Je n'ai que deux issues : sombrer ou me venger. Je choisis la vengeance. Pour y parvenir, je dois rencontrer le roi. Je redoute de le voir. J'ai hâte de le revoir. Et je ne devrais pas... C'est l'heure des explications, l'heure d'admettre l'inavouable, l'heure de faire des choix... Mais l'étau se resserre. Le danger plane au-dessus de nos têtes. Le compte à rebours est enclenché. Et le temps passe...

Nous avons été trahis. On nous a vendus et exposés à l'infamie. Nous relèverons-nous de cette nouvelle épreuve ? Après tant d'années, tant de siècles, avons-nous mérité notre sort ? Rien ne nous préparait à cela. Rien. Mais nous lutterons. Nous ferons face. Nous l'avons toujours fait... Nous sommes des immortels. Nous sommes des natifs. Nous sommes maudits. Il n'y aura que l'Amour pour nous relever. L'Amour pour nous consoler. L'Amour. Et rien d'autre. Exceptés l' espoir, Et la liberté.

Je n'ai jamais été une grenouille de bénitier, mais je me souviens très bien des grandes lignes de la religion affirmant que Dieu est omnipotent, omniscient, omniprésent et... immense. Sauf qu'à en croire l'individu petit, chauve et rabougri qui se tient devant moi, il doit y avoir erreur sur la marchandise. Dans le cas contraire, si ce type est bel et bien le Tout-Puissant comme il le prétend, il va apprendre de quel bois je me chauffe. Même affronter l'enfer ne me fait pas peur. On n'avait qu'à pas m'enlever l'homme que j'aime.