Ergebnis für "Templer" in Paranormal & Urban Fantasy

Dämonen jagen ist eigentlich auch nur ein Job wie jeder andere. Man macht Überstunden, hat eine Auszubildende, muss Leichen entsorgen und gelegentlich mal Teenager vor der Hölle retten. Doch als dunkle Mächte den Vatikan unterwandern und ein uralter Feind sich aus der Versenkung erhebt, bleibt Gin keine Wahl.

My name is Nate Temple, and I’m secretly a wizard. I ride a foul-mouthed unicorn, I drink with Achilles, and I’m pals with the Four Horsemen. I’ve even cow-tipped the Minotaur. I understand the theory of following the rules...I’m just not very good at the application. Because rules were meant to be broken, and St. Louis has a bit of a supernatural infestation these days. Someone should probably be keeping an eye on these things -and probably an eye on me, too. Before I blow up another building...or three.

Welcome to Soar, where your Level, your Class, and your god decide how you live and how you die. Unless you’re Jana Lowe. Then you're all kinds of screwed. When a High Priestess turns up dead in her own temple, the city does what it always does; shrugs and keeps moving. Corruption’s just part of the landscape, and dead holy women aren’t rare enough to make the betting books. But this particular corpse has Jana’s name written all over it, and for once, that might not be a bad thing.

Almost 1,000 pages of lightning-paced action. The next three stories in the series listeners are describing as "The new Harry Dresden," or "Deadpool meets Dumbledore".

Le Temple est une nouvelle fantastique écrite en 1920 puis publiée dans le pulp Weird Tales en septembre 1925. Durant la Première Guerre mondiale, le sous-marin U-29 de la Kaiserliche Marine coule un cargo britannique et ses embarcations de sauvetage remplies de rescapés. Les sous-mariniers allemands s'approprient ensuite une étrange figure d'ivoire sculpté, récupérée sur le cadavre d'un homme agrippé au submersible. La folie gagne progressivement tout l'équipage, à l'exception du Kapitänleutnant Karl Heinrich, comte d'Altberg-Ehrenstein, le commandant.

After a painful battle with cancer, Ember is ready to call it quits. The problem is, Death didn’t get her memo. Now only mostly dead, Ember must come up with her own exit strategy.

Die Templer-Gruft war irgendwann von rund tausend Jahren entstanden und dann in Vergessenheit geraten. Aber nicht alle hatten sie vergessen, denn ein uralter Geheimbund war dabei, sich neu zu formieren. Und so wurde die Templer-Gruft mit all ihrem Schrecken wieder zum Leben erweckt.

For most of my life, all I wanted was magic. Now I have it. Powerful magic. And I can say with certainty, the cost for it was way too high. My life is in shambles. The most powerful vampire in the city wants me to help sire a family as repayment for a debt. I’m at war with elves. The local werewolves’ leader won’t stop being a certifiable Alpha-hole. And Mephisto has been banished from my world. I thought things couldn’t get worse.

Tareal Vanth, a demi-fae necromancer, was having a regular day of cleaning up bodies, taking out murdering trash, and pissing off local authorities . . . he should have known that peace and quiet wouldn't last in a city like Inferno. Now, an actual Reaper called Elektra is on his doorstep, demanding his help to stop a renegade necromancer from tearing the Veil apart and unleashing an undead army. He wants to tell her that it's not his problem, but Elektra's death magic sings to him like a siren song, and his fae mating instincts are getting more frustrated by the second.

"L'épée de vérité" en main, Richard a combattu la mort en personne. Mais à présent l'empereur Jagang, puissant jusqu'à la démence, lui oppose un ennemi insaisissable : une horrible maladie qui frappe des milliers de victimes innocentes. Richard se met en quête du remède mais selon une fatale prophétie, il devra perdre la femme qu'il aime, ou sa propre vie. Richard et Kahlan vont pourtant tout risquer pour mettre au jour la source du fléau : une magie enfermée depuis trois mille ans dans le "Temple des vents".

The door to Hell is open and demons are flooding the mortal realm; rampaging, burning, and destroying. The City Council controls the situation with a dirty cover-up, courtesy of a treacherous alliance with toilet dwelling Illuminati. The demons split into a civil war, one half wanting to conquer the Earth, the others wanting to collective bargain with Satan for better conditions in Hell; with wages, paid holiday, and maternity leave. The situation threatens to spiral out of control with planned protests and marches for their rights.

Mercy Temple lives in a world where paranormals are a thing. Humans know of their existence, but the two species don’t interact. Or so it is thought. She’s a bounty hunter. She’s good at what she does. There’s been a killing in Sector 18. Not just any old sector. The werewolf sector. Not just any old killing. An alpha. And as for the timing? A few short days before the full moon, when all the werewolves will be shifting and wreaking havoc.

Mercy Temple lives in a world where paranormals are a thing. Humans know of their existence, but the two species don’t interact. Or so it is thought. She works for a bounty hunter, doing any job he needs done. From killing someone, to finding someone, to bringing them in. She has a love/hate relationship with the bounty hunter. He knows her secret, and that’s how he keeps her working for him. But still, he pays her well.

First, I got stuck as a ghost in the suburbs of Toronto. Now my reaper roommate is dying. Dying! Reapers aren’t even supposed to get the sniffles. Turns out, we’re connected, and I don’t just mean a shared love of pineapple on pizza. Kelly and I have a rare and dangerous bond that’s draining my favourite reaper’s very essence away. If we don’t figure out how to break the link, Kelly is headed for a permanent sabbatical. Now we’re exploring creepy corners of Afterlife, making risky deals with paranormal weirdos, and—worst of all—I might be falling for the reaper I’m literally haunting to death.

When a millionaire cultist mysteriously burns to death by supernatural fire, it’s up to me to investigate the source of this brutal magic. Armed with ancestral necromancy and preternatural senses, I've sworn to uncover the nemesis incinerating the cult's members. But when the villain I’m hunting brands me with the same scorching magic, I know my time is running out. If I can’t destroy the source of the fire smoldering within me, even the powerful protection of my ancestors won’t save me from a twisted fate that ventures far beyond death.

The ancient pact between mankind, heaven, and hell has been broken, and Nate Temple’s quest for vengeance may have just kicked off Armageddon. So, time to grab a stiff drink…or maybe four. Already plagued with night terrors that could qualify him as a card-carrying insomniac, Nate can barely even manage to put on his pants in the morning, let alone pick teams for the Apocalypse. But when he’s framed as a demon sympathizer, condemned by the Armies of Heaven, and hunted down by both his allies and the Four Horsemen, this wizard doesn’t think it can get any worse.

Almost a year has passed since Nate's ex-fiancee woke up a Greek god intent on world domination and war. The problem? He doesn't know which god. And the promised war hasn't started yet.

The gods never should have opened Pandora's Box...Nate Temple has been abducted by Zeus and is thrown into the middle of an Olympian family feud that could very well kick off the Omega War all by itself. There is one weapon that Zeus believes will turn the tide. Pandora's Box. But his neglect left it on earth for far too long, and Pandora has found a new master to serve. Nate Temple. Because Zeus put one thing inside the box that he never should have...hope. And hope is a dangerous thing to leave unattended...

Nate Temple has gotten away with a lot in recent years: cow-tipping the Minotaur, decimating a gang of weredragons, sucker punching angels, and eating pancakes with the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse. He’s kidnapped one of the most powerful wizards on the planet and slaughtered the Brothers Grimm. Lady Luck has been very good to Nate Temple…until now. Nate's good fortune has turned, catching the attention of a recruiter - the kind of person who offers jobs that can’t be refused.

Sharing a beer with Death - one of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - really put a few things into perspective for this foul-mouthed, billionaire wizard. Like finally getting the stones to propose to his girlfriend. But the Brothers Grimm - legendary supernatural assassins - have escaped their prison, and the number one thing they want after their centuries-long incarceration is Nate Temple’s head. With the entire wedding party also on their hit list and the Temple family fortune in jeopardy, Nate realizes they can’t run and they can’t hide. So, time to do magic and stuff.