Ergebnis für "Perry Rhodan Silber Edition 39 Paladin" in Literatur & Belletristik

Die STELLARIS ist ein Frachter der Minerva-Klasse, eines von vielen Millionen Raumschiffen, die zwischen den Welten der Milchstraße verkehren. Mit ihrem Rumpfdurchmesser von 200 Metern und einem Volumen von annähernd fünf Millionen Kubikmetern ist die STELLARIS eine Welt für sich. Im Paket enthalten sind folgende Kurzgeschichten: Folge 61: »Der Schlüssel zur Versöhnung« von Roman Schleifer, gelesen von Stefan Krombach Folge 62: »Die peinlichste Stunde des Konsul Gruner« von Thomas Frick, gelesen von Stefan Krombach Folge 63: »Zirome« von Michael G.

The Empire's elite were finally beginning to face a hard truth: the age of impunity was ending. Every action—no matter how well hidden behind privilege or title—now carried consequences. Understanding that truth was one thing. Accepting it was another. For the most zealous Princes, power...

The Empire is unraveling. Enemies inside and out claw for power while the throne sits empty. Greed plays its part—but it isn't the whole story. What happened in the Imperial Palace made one thing clear: this isn't just politics anymore. Something deeper is moving, hidden and coordinated, its...

The coronation's in ruins and von Grave's been cast out, but the cursed cult behind him is still in play. Who would've guessed those lunatics survived, still poisoning the world with their filth? No matter. I nearly wiped them out once—this time I'll finish the job for good. Right, Beeky?...

Ahren's life consists of being beaten up by his drunkard father or bullied by the village lads. But at the annual suitability tests for apprenticeships, the young boy finds himself selected by Falk, the guardian of the forest, to be his apprentice and his world is turned upside down.

I was once a mighty Paladin of Darkness, mother of all the Elements. The one and only of my kind. Some called me the chosen one, a savior destined to rescue the world; others insisted I would be its downfall. I never got the chance to discover who was right. Society conspired with the traitors to trap me in the deadly Element of Time. But a year later, I managed to break free . . . wait, how has it been 700 years?

I took control of the Shadow Clan, giving the district's residents something they hadn't had in years—a chance to breathe freely. Independence, protection, and a shot at a normal life. But to the rest of society, the Shadow Clan was still nothing more than a den of killers, criminals, and thieves. They despised us. They refused to leave us alone. And worst of all? They underestimated us.

War had been averted—but at what cost? The Empire stood fractured, exposed—and the scent of weakness drew predators who had waited years for this moment. One of them had already made his move, sinking his claws into the Empire's wounded body with a death grip—not to destroy, but to...

Mike Spears is a drifter, a vigilante, an expert in taking down the evil in our world one monstrous incursion at a time. He’s anonymous and low profile because he needs to be. A man with a name only whispered in legend and only spoken aloud in desperate straits. Welcome to the dark places of the modern American west—a west where mythic worlds roam the landscape like so many weather fronts. And when those fronts collide, horror often spills out. Blood-soaked ground. Vanished neighbors. Towns gutted by monstrous horrors no one dares name.

The Boss of the Shadow District has fallen, and the Clans who seized power aren't happy—especially those whose interests I inadvertently disrupted. Now the list of people who want me dead has grown, with a second offended Grand Prince joining the first. But will that be enough to stop the rising Paladin of Darkness? Well, let them try.

So, let's take stock. I rebuilt the district. Made enemies disappear. Gained allies. Put the Shadow Clan back on the map. By now, I should've earned a break. Naturally, that's when the real trouble starts. Some people preferred us powerless—silent, broken, easy to control. Now Marcus the Paladin is back in their way, and they're done playing fair. The next wave of enemies doesn't want war. They want erasure. But if they think I'm going quietly, they haven't been paying attention. Let's see who steps up next—and how far they're willing to fall.