Ergebnis für "Templer" in Paranormal

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".

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.

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.

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.

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.

It's almost Nate's birthday, so, he can cry if he wants to. That is, if he lives to see it.... Because a lot of people want him dead: his fiancée, his long-lost ancestor, the good wizards, the dark wizards, and.... Look, it's easier to list who doesn't want to kill him. To prevent a shifter-versus-wizard war, Nate steps in to draw a line in the sand, picking a fight with the deadliest magic slingers on the planet... and then he tries to rob them.

My name is Nate Temple, and I’m secretly a wizard. I ride a foul-mouthed unicorn, drink with Achilles, and am 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. Especially when I find out a monster just murdered my parents. Now all I can hear is the sweet, soothing song of vengeance in my ears, playing on repeat.

Nate Temple has an appointment in Hell. One he can’t reschedule… After recent events, Nate took some much-deserved time off for a little rest and relaxation. But when he finally returns home to attend what should have been a celebration of love, he finds insidious fear infecting the streets of St. Louis. Paranoia. Chaos. Anarchy. It seems every supernatural family in town is sick and tired of Nate and wants to put him in his place. The worst part… all his friends seem to agree.

Two old dudes want to kill me. Oh, and one of them is my ancestor.... And after centuries of practice, they’re pretty good at the whole murder thing. But at least they want to kill each other just as badly. Now, I’ve taken down a Greek goddess, worn a Horseman’s mask, and I ride a homicidal unicorn who hates rainbows with a passion. Some might say sending two senior citizens to a permanent retirement home should be a breeze. It ain’t. Because that’s not my biggest concern. One of my friends is in danger, or possibly dying, and I need to get her back before her fiancé kills me.

One night in 2012, executive Zhang Guo Xing takes a group of European clients to a fashionable nightclub in Shanghai. While there, he meets a strikingly beautiful young Western woman called Naemi Vieno Kuusela. The physical attraction between them proves irresistible, and they embark on an intoxicating affair. But Naemi is not what she appears to be... To Zhang’s surprise, she veers between passion and wariness, conducting the relationship entirely on her own terms. He feels driven to find out more about her, and is swiftly drawn into a web of intrigue, mystery, and horror.

Quinn MacKenna learns that the cure for a blinding hangover is simple.... Stay in bed, and whatever you do, don’t answer your freaking door. Otherwise, you might find yourself roped into a murder investigation with a psychopath attempting to rewrite the Twelve Days of Christmas as a holiday homicide special, asked to rescue a former international spy, forced to dodge bullets with a Valkyrie, or to take on a power-hungry Fae intent on freezing everything he touches.

Quinn MacKenna is a black-magic arms dealer from Boston, but her world drastically changed after accidentally robbing Nate Temple a few weeks ago. Primarily, that her absolution might have come with some strings attached.... Like a trip to the Big Apple to steal a mysterious and deadly artifact for Grimm Tech - strictly off the books. But it doesn't take her long to learn that she isn't the only one after the magical whatsit, and that the monsters in New York play for keeps. And that's before she learns that Heaven and Hell have stepped into the game....

Mages. Sirens. Demons. Dragons. Gryphons. A Federal Paranormal Unit. Attackers of magic. The Mercy Temple Chronicles will hook you! 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.

Mercy and her accomplices are knee deep in enemies, and many of those are hybrids. Until a new enemy arises, the nefaries, beings made of shadow, untouchable by the typical weapons. Rafael’s former home in Sector 2 is no longer an abandoned area. There’s been talk of a resurgence in the population in Sector 2. Except it’s not the kind of population that makes Rafael - or anyone - happy.

Everything was going fine for Quinn MacKenna…until she accidentally stole from Nate Temple. She knows how to drink, fight, and steal dangerous magical artifacts - but not for money. For favors. Because all her life she’s wanted only one thing - a secret so dangerous and well-guarded that no one will give it up. A ticket to the Land of the Fae so she can find her dad and finally get some answers about her past.