Ergebnis für "Rage of the Assassin" in Fantasy Romance

Nur noch wenige Menschenstädte trotzen dem gnadenlosen Ansturm der Wildnis, die sie umgibt. Dies gelingt ihnen einzig mit Hilfe der mächtigen Ardael, die einen hohen Preis für ihren Schutz verlangen. Harmonys einzige Chance, sich dieser Auswahl zu entziehen, besteht darin, sich den Wächtern der Stadtmauer anzuschließen, die tagtäglich ihr Leben im Kampf gegen die wilden Bestien riskieren.

Magic has two immutable rules - every spell requires a sacrifice, and every curse can be broken. Amira Brindonu is a sorceress turned assassin, bound in a curse that forces her to obey her father, even to the point of high treason. When he orders her to kill the future emperor, she fails, but discovers a secret that could bring the whole of the empire to its knees. The archduke is stricken by a curse that could sentence him and his people to damnation, but Amira could be the only key to breaking it.

Stories are circling about a lone wolf in a town called Cherokee Hills. Talk of a creature who walks on two legs…a werewolf. I decide to go and investigate this for myself. A road trip sounds like fun. It’ll be more of a vacation than anything else because these rumors are laughable at best. A werewolf? Like hell! Good thing I decided to go because what I find is far more horrifying than I ever thought possible.

Driven by money and hatred, Jessara is the greatest of the King’s royal assassins. An autistic elf born in the forests of Anwood, Jessara was trained from childhood to become the perfect weapon against the Compact of the elves. When it comes to a special capture or kill contract, she’s the obvious choice when the King needs a delicate touch.

It is said that the Neverseen King comes for a bride every hundred years. I thought it was only legend—until he came for me. I am one of twelve assassins forced to compete for the hand of our unseen king, who I'm beginning to doubt is even human at all. Why he needs a bride, much less one who wields a blade isn't any of my business. All I'm trying to do is get out of here with my life and my heart intact. I don't want to care about the mysteries I begin uncovering about the king, about why he never shows his face, about his palace that turns into a nightmare after dusk.

Love. When mutual, it's Heaven on Earth. When one-sided, it can tear you apart. There is no greater weapon than the heartsick soul. That is the power I wield, for I am the God of Love. No one has power like me. No one can poison a heart and pollute a mind the way I can. That is why the gods kicked me out. That is why they made me fall. But then a door appears on the side of my hill. The opportunity to ruin kings and destroy gods is mine once more. I can crush the whole wicked world if I can just get back the power I lost. But this magic of mine requires sacrifice.

My husband killed me. Then he screwed his way through the city. The only problem? I didn’t stay dead. It seems killing me woke something deep inside, something so dark and buried so deep I never knew it was there. I don’t know what I am, I don’t really care. All I can think about is revenge, even as the monsters in the dark start to surround me. Their horns and black eyes, mouths filled with fangs claiming I am theirs.