Ergebnis für "The Streets" in Paranormal

Trotzdem führe ich ein erfülltes, wenn auch einfaches Leben mit meiner Schwester … bis der verhasste Kronprinz des Winterhofs in unserem Dorf auftaucht. Als er mich entführt und in seinem Schloss einsperrt, bin ich mir sicher, dass mich mein Tod erwartet. Aber der Prinz lässt mich leben – vorerst. Und als er mir den wahren Grund für meine Entführung verrät, sehe ich den Hunger in seinen Augen.

You'd think a half-witch, quarter-werewolf would be a magical powerhouse, right? Wrong. I'm so nothing special. I'm on the express track to a low-magic ambassador job, right after I complete three months of mandatory Supernatural Forces training. I never expected my biggest stumbling block to be my new squad commander, Wyatt Jamison. He's everything I'm not—a pure blooded werewolf who oozes magic. Did I mention he's also my former teenage crush who still makes my mouth water?

Pícaro is a street kid living in the slums of Tenochtitlan, resigned to his dead-end life and just trying to survive until the next day. But when his grandmother falls ill, he throws in with drug pushers to try and earn enough money to save her, until he gets what he thinks is an even better idea—robbing his connection. Betrayed, captured, and beaten, Pícaro is turned over to the most powerful street gang in the barrio, and expects a quick death.

For Mack McKinley and his team of GhostWalker killing machines, urban warfare is an art. But despite a hard-won knowledge of the San Francisco streets, Mack knows from experience that too many things can still go wrong. Danger was just another part of the game--and now he's come face-to-face with a woman who can play just as tough. She's Jaimie, a woman with a sapphire stare so potent it can destroy a man. Years ago she and Mack had a history--volatile, erotic, and electric.

The Sisters of Salem are in disarray, their coven leader murdered and left to be found. The case has already been closed; the death attributed to the headless horseman’s reign of terror. But was he really to blame? Sergeant Chloe Mayfield doesn’t think so, but her one cop mission to find the real killer clashes with her orders and she’s already on shaky ground with the higher-ups. All they need is one good reason and she’s out of a job. Nevertheless, she feels responsible–Chloe should have spotted the clues and been able to prevent the coven leader’s death. Shouldn’t she?

Bobby Dollar is an angel—a real one. He knows a lot about sin, and not just in his professional capacity as an advocate for souls caught between Heaven and Hell. Bobby’s wrestling with a few deadly sins of his own—pride, anger, even lust. But his problems aren’t all his fault. Bobby...

When a jaguar shifter drops in and asks for help in tracking down an ancient blood-magic statuette, I say no thank you. I learned a long time ago the key to survival is keeping a low profile. But it's hard to ignore an artifact of the gods powerful enough to blow holes in reality. Enter stalker werewolves in a black Mercedes and magicians trying to capture me. They all think I know where the damned statue is. Then I'm attacked by demons. It wouldn't be so bad, but some of them are really rude. Being rude is a capital crime where I come from. Time for a lesson in manners.

Washington, DC, has never been boring, but this is ridiculous. Warring witch covens. Werewolf packs fighting for territory. Rumors of human sacrifice. Minor problems leading up to Beltane, when the portents say the veils between worlds will shred. Did I mention the blood mage conspiracy using troll shock troops to take over the world? With a jaguar shifter, a handsome Nephilim, and a nest of feisty fairies watching my back, things should be fine. Right?

From the New York Times bestselling author of Hounded—“a superb urban fantasy debut” (Publishers Weekly, starred review)—comes an Iron Druid Chronicles short story in the captivating Carniepunk anthology. The ancient Druid Atticus O’Sullivan gets more than greasy corn dogs and flat...

Ich muss fliehen, um mein Leben zu retten. Doch wenn ich wiederkomme, werde ich herrschen. Mir bleibt keine andere Wahl, als vom Solis-Kontinent zu fliehen, obwohl es mir das Herz bricht, meine große Liebe zurückzulassen. Aber ich kann nicht zurückkehren, bevor ich nicht meine Neigungen wiederhabe und an der Seite des Kronprinzen kämpfen kann. Überall lauern Feinde. Diejenigen, denen ich vertraut habe, erweisen sich als die größten Verräter von allen.

Haven’t I been through enough? I think if I was alone and dealing with things like crazy shifter bitches and ancient magical destinies, all while trying to attend my classes, I would have a mental breakdown. Wait, I’ve already had several. Now, in my final semester at Bloodwood Academy, I’m hoping I can finally breathe, maybe take a long vacation where I can get to know my guys a little more intimately, if you catch my drift…granted, that probably can’t happen, seeing as we ended the previous semester in some hot shit.

Her name is Pete Caldecott. She was just 16 when she met Jack Winter, a gorgeous, larger-than-life mage who thrilled her with his witchcraft. Then a spirit Jack summoned killed him before Pete's eyes -or so she thought. Now a detective, Pete is investigating the case of a young girl kidnapped from the streets of London.

After learning on her sixtieth birthday that she’s one of five Crones destined to save the world, Claire Emerson has been desperately trying to acquire the lifetime of magic she missed out on. But the mages who are out to destroy everything she loves aren’t waiting, and when one of the other Crones ends up on Claire’s doorstep—wounded and unconscious—Claire knows she’s out of time. Leaving the safety of her warded house, she goes in search of the remaining Crones… only to find them under siege by the mages and their nearly indestructible monster.

For Claire Emerson, there is nothing ordinary about turning sixty. First, there are the crows. Then, a pendant that unlocks a gate to a house in the woods—which comes with a snarky gargoyle, an entirely too-sexy wolf shifter claiming to be Claire's protector, and a legacy that turns her reality upside down. Because divorced, menopausal grandmothers with creaky hips and hot flashes? They don't just randomly discover they're next in a long line of powerful women protecting the world from the dark magick of Mages.

Amy Briggs and Heidi McLaughlin present Book 3 in the Bourbon Street Shadows series.

When vampires tangle with the Philadelphia mafia, one thing is certain: all hell is going to break loose. Alexei chose the wrong neighborhood in which to claim his latest victim, a member of Enzo Salerno's crime syndicate. Now Philadelphia mob boss Salerno is determined to hunt down the man who killed his associate in such a gruesome fashion. Magnus, the leader of Alexei's brood, must use all of his resources to save them from both the mafia and the FBI, sparking a bloody war that plays out in the streets of Philadelphia.

How can you tell what a spell will actually do? You can’t when magic in Austin is on the fritz. No worries. The Hadstrom trio is going old school to fight the Gorafrex - old school magic, that is. Okay, how do you make a potion again? There's no time to figure it out because the Gorafrex is on the move. The Hadstrom witches can still rely on two things. First, alchemy and potions are still in the fight. Second, they need each other if they’re going to fulfill their family legacy and set things right. Can the girls figure out how to make the right potions to defeat the Gorafrex?

A relic that rewrites truth. An existential threat. And a love that might not be real at all.

Starting a new job is tough...especially when your boss thinks nothing of interrupting your wedding. After a year of battling ghosts and demons, white witch Jade Calhoun is finally marrying the man of her dreams. Or is she? Minutes before Jade and Kane say I do, the High Angel arrives with a job for the newly appointed shadow walkers. Another witch’s life is on the line, and it’s up to Jade and Kane to save her.

Former singing superstar Raven Viramonte knows the answers. After her career comes to a crashing halt, Raven seeks refuge in the creepy central Florida bungalow she buys, sight unseen. She finds an unlikely friend and therapist in a homeless man named Harry who haunts the bench at the edge of her property. However, when Rocky, Raven's sister, calls with the news of their mother's ill health, Raven must return to the family owned apartment building she despises: 88 Spring Street, Connecticut, the tomb of her darkest secrets.