Ergebnis für "Scarred" in Fantasy Romance

Once again, I walk this earth alone. Destined for a life of misery as a Rogue—an Omega who can't be tamed. So, what's the point in trying to be desirable? I may as well just give in to the deadly stereotype. I just wish that I could forget about Brody. My scent match. Unfortunately, he belongs to three others. Theo, Alastor, and Kellen won't even let me near him. They think I'm a threat. A monster. Maybe they're right. Maybe the government should have sentenced me to death after all. Yet, if someone as kind as Brody could love me, then perhaps… I'm not as awful as I thought.

Imagine witnessing your mother’s brutal murder. Imagine not being able to remember a single thing about what happened, even though you were there. It doesn’t matter how hard I try: I. Can’t. Remember! I was just a small boy when it happened. I must have tried to defend her because I have the scars that prove it. My wounds should have healed completely. They didn’t. My scars are my constant reminder of what the Moones did...what they took away from us. My mother died in agony. A piece of my father died along with her.

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation. But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral, trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it's all too much, too soon. I'm not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I'm scarred. I'm too broken, too ugly, too mean. Anything good in me was burned out a long time ago. No, she's better off without me. Now I just have to convince my wolf to let her go.

The marriage between an English Lord and Scottish Lass, fails to bring peace to the border. After years of being mistreated, Bronwyn returns to her beloved highland. Her brother is now the Laird of Clan McNally. The only man she's ever loved is his Chieftain. Is this Lass too scarred to let herself love again? Can Daniel see past the scars, inside and outside?

Gemma Smythe dedicated her life to the glory of battle. With her fellow War Monks, she worshipped the war gods, rained destruction on her enemies, and raised the dead when the fancy struck. Until her sister Keeley became the prophesied Blacksmith Queen, and Gemma broke faith with her order to journey to the Amichai Mountain and fight by Keeley's side. The Amichai warriors are an unruly, never-to-be-tamed lot, especially their leader-in-waiting, Quinn. But when the War Monks declare support for Gemma's ruthless sister Beatrix, the immaturity of her key ally's the least of her problems.

Evaline Manor thought her need for vengeance was unmatched, but Vasier Vicor’s thirst for revenge puts her to shame. Holding onto hate for eight hundred years has made him cruel and unflinching when it comes to getting what he wants. And the next step is to get his hands on her. She’s on a mission to save her mate and leaves the safety of her kingdom to do so with one condition: do not deviate from the plan. But sometimes, the pursuit of love forces you to veer off course.

Being a Dark Warrior and protecting others has been the only focus in Gerrick Haele’s life for centuries, until he receives the shock of his life when one of the females he rescues from the archdemon’s clutches ignites an arousal that hints at her being his Fated Mate. Problem is, Gerrick’s Fated Mate was murdered 400 years earlier and you are only ever given one mate in a lifetime. Questions of Dark magic and deception carry him down a path involving time travel, serums and fights to the death.

Refocused and determined, Nelle plans to snatch the spell book and escape Roseward Isle, once and for all. But when a powerful magic storm blows in - bringing with it a small castaway of mysterious origins - Nelle and Soran are obliged to lie low inside the lighthouse until it passes. Trapped in close quarters, they cannot hide from their deepening attraction.

A thousand years ago, the mortal realms of Kalemnar were separated from the land of the Fae by a dark, poisonous mist that takes lives with all the cruelty of the sharpest blade. Lyrinn Martel has been told all her life that the Fae deserted their lands long ago, leaving them to decay and ruin. Rumors still swirl to this day that the Immortals were malevolent creatures, bent on destroying the realms of humans, and that their departure was a welcome blessing.