Ergebnis für "Spellbound" in Action & Abenteuer

Als ich meinen Job als Barkeeperin in einer magischen Gilde antrat, wusste ich überhaupt nichts über Magie. Inzwischen bin ich praktisch Expertin für die verschiedenen Magieklassen, doch da ist eine, über die niemand spricht: Dämonica. Wie sich herausstellt, gibt es dafür einen guten Grund. Meine eigene Gilde ist absolut dämonenfrei, doch jetzt läuft ein Dämon frei herum. Sogar knallharte Kampfmagier sind ihm hoffnungslos unterlegen. Und das ist noch nicht alles: das Monster, das sie verfolgen, versteckt sich nicht. Es flieht nicht. Es tötet nicht wahllos. Der Dämon ist selbst auf der Jagd.

Vor drei Monaten habe ich einen Job als Barkeeperin angenommen. Aber nicht in einer normalen Bar – in einer magischen Gilde. Ich bin kein mächtiger Magier wie meine drei heißen besten Freunde. Keine Zauberin, keine Alchemistin, nicht einmal eine Hexe. Nur ein Mensch, der Drinks mixt wie ein Profi und ansonsten seine nichtmagische Nase aus Mythiker-Angelegenheiten raushält. Ich kenne meine Grenzen. Warum stehe ich also gerade in einem Schwarzmagiekreis einem Feenlord gegenüber? Hinter mir kämpfen meine drei Freunde um ihr Leben.

I've said it before, but sometimes I'm a bad person. I cheated on my 12th-grade math final, I've run countless yellow lights, and I gossip about how hot my kickass best friends are. (Good thing my job as a guild bartender doesn't require moral perfection.) But there's bad, and then there's bad. And I'm not sure which applies to a certain dark druid/wanted criminal/reluctant friend of mine. His transgressions include black-magic dealings, kidnapping, and murder, and he's about to add "revenge-fueled killing spree" to his resume - if I don't stop him. Should I stop him?

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar-at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind. I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. Seriously, I know my limits. So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual circle across from a fae lord? Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are battling for their lives.

Once upon a time, I was your average spunky redhead with the lamest employment history ever, a shaky relationship with my only family member, and no idea what I was doing with my life. Now, I'm a pseudo mythic with the best bartending job in the world, the most amazing (and hot) best friends I never knew I needed, and a guild of misfit magic-users who've become my extended family. And I'm about to lose it all. In my desperation to save Ezra, I stumbled into a web of ruthless deception - and seriously pissed off a sleeping hydra.

When I found myself facing down the scariest black-magic felon in the city, practically daring him to abduct me, I had to wonder exactly how I ended up here. It all started when I accidentally landed a job as a bartender - but not at a bar. At a guild, populated by mages, sorcerers, alchemists, witches, and psychics. Good thing this lame-o human is adaptable, right? Then my favorite guild members - three sexy, powerful, and intermittently charming mages - asked for my help. Did they want access to my encyclopedic knowledge of cocktails? Oh no.

As a guild bartender, I can handle pretty much anything - mages, sorcerers, witches, the occasional demon. But show me anything family-related and I'd rather run for the hills. It doesn't even have to be my family. So I have no idea why I thought spending the holidays with Aaron's mom and pop was a good idea. Meeting his famous parents is already terrifying enough, but I've got a bigger problem. Students of his family's renowned mage academy are being attacked on the grounds - and somehow no one has seen a single assailant?

Ein Neuanfang ist nie einfach, aber nach dem lebensrettenden Level-Up freue ich mich auf mein neues Leben. Das Töten von Menschen hat mich noch nie sonderlich interessiert, aber nachdem ich meine Freunde bei einer Monsterjagd an einen Magier und dessen Kumpane verloren habe, muss ich meine Skrupel beiseite legen. Jetzt werde ich der Jäger sein und sie werden die Beute sein. Die Stadt Greystone ist ein bösartiger Ort, der unversöhnlich und opportunistisch ist. Ich werde nicht verzeihen und ich werde jede Gelegenheit nutzen, um stärker zu werden.

Wir befinden uns im Krieg, und ich werde alles tun, um meine Familie zu schützen! Die arkane Schutzkuppel von Greystone schimmert unter dem Sperrfeuer der feindlichen Zaubersprüche. Die Mauern sind bemannt und das valtorianische Heer belagert die Stadt. Während wir uns auf die letzte Schlacht vorbereiten, verbreiten die Anhänger von Tan'Malas Angst und Schrecken in beiden Lagern. Schreie hallen durch die Stadt, während der Tod um sich greift. Der Krieg droht, alles zu verschlingen, wofür wir hart gearbeitet haben und mir alles zu nehmen, was mir etwas bedeutet. Wieder einmal!

In a world where one's magical prowess is determined by one's skill with words and ability to spell, Nicodemus is a wizardly apprentice afflicted by a curse that causes him to misspell magical texts. Now the demon who cursed him has hatched a conspiracy to force Nicodemus to change language and ultimately use it to destroy all human life. As Nico tries to thwart the demon's plan, he faces challenges from all sides.

Broke, almost homeless, and recently fired. Those are my official reasons for answering a wanted ad for a skeevy-looking bartender gig. It went downhill the moment they asked me to do a trial shift instead of an interview - to see if I'd mesh with their "special" clientele. I think that part went great. Their customers were complete dickheads, and I was an asshole right back. That's the definition of fitting in, right? I expected to get thrown out on my ass. Instead, they...offered me the job?

When I first landed a bartending job at the local guild, I didn't know a thing about magic. These days, I'm practically an expert on the different magical classes, but there's one nobody ever talks about: Demonica. Turns out they have a good reason for that. My guild is strictly hellion-free, because who wants to risk life and limb to control the biggest bullies on the mythic playground? Well, some people do, and now a demon has been loosed in the city. My three best friends are determined to slay it, but even badass combat mages are critically out-magicked.

Only one thing matters to Kai: getting the job done, and doing it better than anyone else. But when a beautiful thief crashes his security gig, claiming she's trying to protect the valuable artifact he's guarding, all his careful plans go up in flames. He doesn't believe a word she says - until the item is stolen right out from under them.

Students are branded by affinity: water, air, earth, or fire. But Nessa's mark is different. A silver spiral—the mark of an unbound. It's a power so dangerous her kind were hunted to extinction centuries ago—or so the Empire claims. To survive, she must hide what she is in a castle that reeks of blood, where students kill each other for advantage, and failing to tether an elemental means death. Nessa's greatest threat may be the only other volunteer—Raith Hollow, a powerful fire affinity whose scorching gaze follows her every move and whose secrets could topple kingdoms.

I thought I was a good judge of character, but recent events proved me very wrong. Now, in a brilliant demonstration of my newfound caution, I'm putting all my faith in a demon - a demon who's tried to kill me before. The squirmy feeling is making sense, right? Unfortunately, I don't have any other options. Ezra's time is almost up, which means I need answers and I need them fast. So it's time to toughen up, pack my gear, and find me one of the most illegal, reviled, and scarce mythics out there: a demon-mage summoner.

It is eleven thousand years from now . . . A lot has happened, and yet a lot is still very familiar. Ariel is a boy in a small town under a wizard’s rule. Like many adventurers before him, Ariel is called to explore a world full of unimaginable glories and challenges: unknown enemies, a mission to save the world, a girl. Here, as they say, be dragons. But none of this happens before Ariel comes across an artifact from an earlier civilization, a sentient, record-keeping artificial intelligence that carries with it the perspective of the whole of human history.

Rumors race around Cormyr regarding the mythical "lost spell", a powerful enchantment designed centuries ago by the presumed dead god of spells - a spell long thought lost to the ages. Found by some magicless merchant, rumor has it the lost spell is to be auctioned off to the highest bidder.

Memories haunt us for a reason. In The George Story, George Atkinson, the second son of a homesteading and profiteering gentleman, discovers the truth of this during the aftermath of the "Indian Wars." In 1864, feeling pressured to prove himself and driven by a conviction that he is protecting his family, George leaves his home in Black Hawk, Colorado to join a private militia. The winter of war that he experiences etches itself into his mind so deeply that everywhere he turns he is confronted by memories he'd rather forget.

There was a mistake, an error. No king ordered his summoning to battle a demon lord. No god sent him to save the world from destruction. In fact, the closest thing this world has to a god would have been very upset at his presence. Fortunately for him, by the time she noticed, it was too late to interfere. A soul had fallen into the world that did not belong there. A soul not bound by the Law of the world. A soul that was free.

Sundown Bowen is the god of light; his brother Shadow...well, pretty obvious, but god of shadows. Sunny would do anything to make sure his brother doesn't fall into the wrong hands, including death; he just doesn't know if he could survive torture. He spelled his brother so that no one is ever able to know who he is, except those that they trust—family. With the help of some new friends and a saucy, sexy she-devil, Sunny sets out on a mission to rescue his brother and bring him home alive and safe.