Ergebnis für "Requiem" in Fantasy

Lyra Izacalli does not clutch onto the jagged remnants of her past—she buries them deep beneath her skin. To feel is to give power to the past—to let grief and memory carve through her like a blade. But Lyra refuses to let them win. She will not let the sharpened words of men who call...

»Du bist das Licht in meiner Nacht. Ohne dich ist mein Leben leer und dunkel.« Von den Fürsten verraten, fristet Néeira ein qualvolles Dasein im Reich des mitternachtsblauen Regens, der ein Teil von ihr geworden ist. Nur Morpheus kann sie davor bewahren, für immer in der Dunkelheit zu versinken. Doch der neue Plan, um das Reich der Träume und die Welt der Menschen zu retten, bringt das Leben aller Nachtwesen in Gefahr. Den Regen zu bekämpfen, wird Opfer fordern. Und Néeira fürchtet, dass Morpheus eines davon sein könnte … Herzschlag-Finale der Romantasy Trilogie im historischen Wien.

Wenn deine Träume zum Greifen nahe sind – würdest du alles dafür opfern? Néeira träumt davon, eine Primaballerina an der Pariser Oper zu werden. Als der berühmte Midnight Circus ihr eine Stelle anbietet, nimmt sie an, denn jede bisherige Tänzerin dort hat es nach Paris geschafft. Allerdings verlangt ihr die Trapeznummer, die sie dafür einstudieren muss, alles ab. Zudem wird sie das Gefühl nicht los, ihren mürrischen Partner Morpheus zu kennen. Auch wenn das nicht sein kann; einen Mann, der sein halbes Gesicht hinter einer Maske verbirgt, würde sie nicht vergessen.

The truest stories are written in blood. The wanderer knows this, for over the last century, he has lived those stories, has seen them scrawled in his blood or the blood of others. Others like those dead Perishables scattered about the noble's courtyard, like those servants of the enemy, mortal and not, lying beside them. And yet… he knows it is only the beginning. They are coming. Servants of the enemy, creatures forged and fashioned for one purpose and one purpose only—to kill anything in their path.

Who is the Crimson Empress, and what does her conquest of the Named Lands really mean? Who holds the keys to the Moon Wizard’s Tower? The plots within plots are expanding as the characters seek their way out of the maze of intrigue. The world is expanding as they discover lands beyond their previous carefully controlled knowledge. Hidden truths reveal even deeper truths, and nothing is as it seemed to be.

In deinen Träumen ist alles möglich. Nur deine eigene Vorstellungskraft ist deine Grenze. Nachdem sie Morpheus im Reich der Träume zurückgelassen hat, sucht Néeira verzweifelt nach einem Weg, um ihn zu retten. Das kann ihr allerdings nur gelingen, wenn sie ihre Erinnerungen zurückgewinnt. Als sie sich ihrer Vergangenheit stellt und mehr über ihre wahre Herkunft erfährt, hadert sie mit ihrem Schicksal. Doch sie darf nicht zögern, denn nicht nur Morpheus' Leben steht auf dem Spiel. Der mitternachtsblaue Regen sammelt seine Kräfte.

S. J. West presents audiobook four of the Vampire Conclave series.

No matter how fast you are, you can’t outrun your past. When Ramirez receives a call from Shadow Company, he uncovers secrets from Simon’s covert operative days and an instruction: contact Simon. An agent Simon thought dead, has resurfaced, looking for vengeance and his help. Now, together with Monty, Simon must stop this agent from exacting revenge before it’s too late and countless lives are lost.

This is the final book of the trilogy - a fat monstrous volume of pure undiluted scarecrow terror.

The true enemy of Ahreele has been revealed. Caught in a storm of war, Arrin learns just how little hope remains as he's forced to make a choice between his family and the world that so desperately needs him.

An entire city lies in ruins in the aftermath of the Black Shamans war with Andrew Rufus, and it falls on Doc Holliday to clean up the mess. A promise is a promise though, so nothing will stop Doc from doing what needs to be done. But somewhere in the wreckage a new nightmare is being unleashed; and with no way to prevent the oncoming storm, Docs luck may have finally run out...

Long ago stood the kingdom of Requiem, a land of men who could grow wings and scales, breathe fire, and take flight as dragons. Requiem ruled the sky. But Dies Irae, a tyrant leading an army of griffins, hunted Requiem's people, burned their forests, and shattered their temples. Requiem fell. This ancient land now lies in ruin, its halls crumbled, its cries silenced, its skeletons littering the burned earth.

War has ravaged the world. Cities lie crumbled. Forests smolder. The crows feast. In the ruins, Requiem's last dragons lick their wounds and mourn a death among them. But they will not have long to grieve. From the ashes, a new enemy arises, one more horrible than any before.

The nightshades cover the land. Demons of smoke and shadow, they fear no sword or arrow. They suck the souls from all who live, like a glutton sucking marrow from bones. The world falls under their darkness. But the nightshades crave more than random ruin. The souls of mere humans will not sate them. They seek dragons. Requiem's last dragons, a mere scattering of survivors, have fought off men and griffins. But how can they fight the nightshades, creatures they cannot cut or burn?

In Clearwater, the night never forgets your sins... The battle for Clearwater was only the beginning. In the aftermath of bloodshed and chaos caused by the Matron's awakening, the fragile peace that once held the town together has shattered again. The witches who haunt the shadows of Clearwater are no longer content to remain hidden at all, and their power is spreading like a sickness through the broken streets.

Weredragons, men call them. Monsters. Cursed ones. People who can turn into beastly reptiles. In an ancient world just rising from darkness, they are everywhere. Everywhere their curse is the same and everywhere, they are hunted. They hide in forests and caves, dispersed. Many are alone, unaware that others exist. They are shunned, afraid, dying...until a group of these lost souls binds together and stands tall. Together they will forge a new tribe, a home for their kind. A dawn of dragon rises. The nation of Requiem is born.

Que seriez-vous prêts à sacrifier pour gagner une guerre désespérée ? L'Obscur a réussi à rassembler une armée hors de la forêt. La muraille est sur le point de céder. L'heure des dernières batailles a sonné. Plus que jamais, le roi, la reine et leurs amis doivent rester unis. Mais...

Überall auf der Welt geschehen unerklärliche Dinge – Blutregen, Heuschreckenschwärme, verzerrte Himmelszeichen. Der Vatikan ahnt, dass sich biblische Prophezeiungen erfüllen. Eine junge Ordensschwester wird nach Prag entsandt, um einen Fall von Besessenheit zu untersuchen. Doch schon bald stößt sie auf eine Spur, die sie rund um die Welt führt – und zu einem Mann, der seit Jahrhunderten tot sein sollte: Edward Kelly. Was als kirchliche Ermittlung beginnt, wird zum Auftakt eines apokalyptischen Albtraums, in dem Himmel und Hölle um die Zukunft der Menschheit ringen.

They fear him because they can’t control him. When an ancient vampire tied to a forgotten god performs a forbidden ritual, the world of the undead fractures. Styles’s act of defiance sends shockwaves through the supernatural realm, awakening powers long thought buried and forcing the Vampire Council to confront a threat they can no longer ignore. To some, Styles is a savior—a chance to reclaim their true strength. To others, he is a harbinger of destruction, a force that could unmake everything they’ve built.

From the depths of the Dark Realm, the Shadow King rises. A dark wizard unleashes horrors unlike anything the world has ever seen. A waking nightmare devours the land. Smoke and screams choke the sky. Abominations born from the twisted flesh of friends, neighbors, and loved ones stalk the streets. In the ruins, a handful of survivors take refuge in a tavern sealed by a failing magical barrier. But safety is an illusion. Each night, the corruption creeps closer. Every shadow conceals a new nightmare. Every heartbeat borrowed time.