Ergebnis für "Mason" in Fantasy

When building inspector Eric Vance dies in a workplace accident eighty stories above Chicago — killed by a pigeon, a frayed cable, and forty dollars' worth of budget cuts — he doesn't get the afterlife. He gets a job assignment.

Mason Dixon is a vlogger making hilarious videos about hunting down monsters in the wilds of Missouri. But his vlog is just a ruse to spread disinformation so he can secretly relocate endangered cryptids. Join the team with Mason, his sidekick Emma, and their tech guru Himari as they battle humans and monsters alike to protect these vulnerable creatures. Snarky humor meets full-throttle action in this can’t miss urban fantasy adventure! 

Siege the castle? Not my style. Save the world? Never gonna happen. Create a bestiary business with a group of beautiful yet contrasting women? Now that’s more like it! One minute I’m in a tree, pointing my camera at a tiger, the next I’m on my back in a medieval fantasy world, while a skittish blonde hovers over me, hoping I’m not dead.

I was about to be promoted to Deputy Manager, when a strange voice—coming from a glowing gem I found in the stationery drawer—told me I was meant for more. I was thinking the same thing. Before my boss' eyes, I was transported to a fantasy world of mana and monsters. When I felled the foul beasts, the gem embedded in my hand absorbed their essence—a light that made me more adept with weapons, and able to wield increasingly better ones. It even grew my body. It turned me into the man I was supposed to be.

Babes, bikinis, and dark wizardry are afoot at Silksand Beach. Two of those things Vincent is fine with. The third one? Not so much. The world of magical insurance agencies isn't a particularly compassionate one. Sure, the pay is stable and the job is good, but it's not the most rewarding way to...

When I arrive in Oakleaf Glade to claim an inheritance, I imagine it'll run to a few hundred in a savings account. Instead, I receive an entire house! I'd thank my lucky stars except for the experiences that come part and parcel with the arrangement. Things like my hair turning bright pink and trending skywards, or a kitten who I swear can understand me when I talk. But when a ghost shrieks me awake at night, warning that if I stay I'll die just like my great aunt Esmerelda, I'm ready to put my boots on. 

My career as a realtor bored me, except for when I got to test my handyman skills. So, when I finally saved enough, I purchased the most rundown manor I could find. The problem? A few guests rest within its walls. Repairing the mansion is the challenge I craved, but a string of vandalisms keeps us on edge. Someone, or something, doesn’t want us living here. It turns out Sunnyside won’t be as peaceful as I expected.

Everyone with the gift is going to the academy. Not me. I'll master magic my own way. School was a chore. All I wanted was to become a magus, enter the academy, and train my chosen affinity. But I didn't pass the test. They said I didn't have it in me. Years later, a run-in with a sassy goth mage named Misty revealed I could do magic. Those damn monocle-wearing pseudo-Victorians at the academy locked me out! Screw them.

Ripped away from Olympus to the Underworld was a hell of its own making, but so is returning. Leaving behind Hades and my rightful place as Queen of the Underworld caused an agony I've never known before. What's worse is that the war has not come to an end and my place in Olympus is questioned by all because of Hades' demands. My mother will stop at nothing to have me safe with her and neither will Hades.

Now that Lutz has managed to access the Mana Network, he's gained quite a few perks, including a pure increase in his battle power. But more importantly, he gained the knowledge he needed to find a path to victory in the war against Chaos. However, even if he knows how to win, that doesn't mean the path will be an easy one. Among his top priorities is dealing with the other three heroes, who still divide their time between fighting on the front lines and causing problems in the capital city of Roshar.

England, 1939. Robert Henley-Finch returns to Beaumont Hall, the country estate that made him and never forgave him. The house is waking—whispers in the stairwell, a plaque that shines with unspoken scripture, a painting that answers back. And Robert’s sleep is no longer his own.

One set of enemies has been dealt with, and Tad has made his way to a new town with a new shop. He's made some great friends and found a happiness he didn't know existed. If only life were that simple. His heritage is pushing into his life and choices will have to be made. That and those who want a piece of him have become even more powerful. Will he ever find the quiet life he wanted so much? Although, perhaps the bigger question is whether that's still the life he wants?

In a world like ours—except there's elves and goblins, so way better—Michael is dealing with some very human problems. He just fired his useless nephew as his tomb-raiding assistant. On top of that, his uncle's fallen ill, so he's got to uproot his life to look after the business, an antique shop in the city. It's full of artifacts from the age of heroes. Swords, gems, and helmets galore.

Cumulus Point survived the Iron Tyrant's broadside, but survival isn't the same thing as safe. Eric Vance reads buildings the way other people read weather. Cracks don't lie. Load paths don't bluff. And a floating stronghold held together by mana and masonry has exactly one rule: ignore the warning signs, and you die.

Estela isn't supposed to find love. As a slave to the Giant King, Estela's life is an endless torment. Her sole hope is to escape with her half-brother and find refuge among the elves. Teo, the Troll King, is desperate. His people are dying, and he's running out of options. When the giants come for diamonds, Teo's crystal sings. The slave is the king's mate, and with her comes a solution to save his people. Even after the king steals her from her masters, Estela's one desire is to flee.

When my sister thrifts an aged map with iridescent lettering leading to a town called Ever, I roll my eyes. According to a quick internet search, the town doesn't exist. We only manage to find it with the help of a sexy gas station owner who offers to come for me if I call him. Swoon. I quickly learn that Shepherd isn't actually human; nobody in town is. News flash—he's a gargoyle—a dominant, possessive, crème brûlée-loving monster. That should terrify me, but something about him keeps me coming back.

Getting assassinated sucks. Just ask Thomas, a man from Earth who made a few too many enemies. Or you could ask Lucian, the crown prince of another world who met a similar fate. But if you were to ask either of them, then you'd actually be asking the same man, as Thomas' soul was crammed into Lucian's body during their simultaneous assassinations. The Goddess who reincarnated him didn't do it for free, though. She tasked Lucian with the simple quest of saving the Almekian Kingdom from the brink of collapse.

The papers have called him the "Calendar Killer". Amy has deemed him/her most wanted. So, what does she do when she's hit a brick wall and the clock begins ticking over a young girl's head? She calls in the only man she knows will hunt the killer down. Ethan Stone - supernatural bounty hunter, soul seeker, and mercenary to the underworld.

Tad has learned more about his past, but he still doesn't know if one side or the other would imprison or kill him simply for existing. Those who know more refuse to tell him more, but share his concerns. Now though, it's time to move forward. He may not know what it means to be a fey but his goal remains the same, namely to open a shop and sell magical items. To get there though, he has a dungeon to master, errant nobles to defy, and the Lawgiver's gaze to avoid. Chaos is in his blood, and he's certain to bring it wherever he goes.

Our retro-tech towns might seem idyllic, yet go beyond the arcades and coffee shops and you'll reach the danger zones roamed by bionic bots. Me? I ran a video store with my cute friend Emiko. She's always been a little different, so I had to look out for her—we usually just watched movies and played games together. One day, a suspicious pink-haired chick burst into the store, warning me not to watch a tape labeled Property of Steelheart—Do Not Watch! So obviously, I did, and a terrifying ghost crawled out of the screen.