Resultados para "Aura" en Fantasía oscura

Born the forbidden child of two Aura, magical beings possessing god-gifted powers, she carries a burden of title. Prized a weapon of destruction by her father and hunted as a monster of carnage by others. The odds knew no favor to the wicked or kind in Numengarth, but Snowlin turned human, powerless, and a disappointment to the creator who intended to wield her in his claim for power over the continent. After twelve years disparaged into exile, she sets to return and claim what the realm owed her: revenge on both her father and the night king who hunted to take more than her life.

After falling for a lie and ruling over another, Snowlin starts revealing her dealing hand. Two queens and a joker. Isjord hangs by her carefully woven threads deep in her father's council, and Adriata pushed to the corner of her mercy, she awaits. But first she must stop Isjord from taking Adriata before her. Reborn as their demon, she unmasks long-hidden fear and returns to take her seat along the Night King as his Queen, much to everyone's displeasure.

In a god-blessed realm where old ghosts lie resting but not gone, Thora remains the most haunted. Now queen of Isjord, she's helped her kingdom thrive back into its once glorious days that old kings had tarnished with greed and a need for power. For ten years, Thora has ruled with a steady reign, but one that has always been doubted by a few who still wish to see old kings take her throne. When the new queen of the Islines rises to lay claim to Isjord as a true heir of pure Krigborn blood, many begin taking her side.

In a god-cursed realm where rage is the food of war, Snowlin was already satiated. Now a prisoner of her father again, she has no choice but to play a gambit for the sake of the people she loves. With only three pieces away from forming the Octa Virga, the Winter King prepares his armies of monsters and humans to overtake the realm and claim it as his own, and crown himself a God. But his daughter lays the chessmen to play one last game of deceit.

Nothing exciting happens at Peterson Cremation Services–exactly how Gideon prefers it. All his life, he has seen things–scary and bizarre visions that weren’t really there. Working the night shift at the crematorium and days at Sheryl's Shell Shack lets him keep his head down and ignore the strange world around him. The last time Gideon reacted to one of his hallucinations, he ended up in a psychiatric hold. He can’t let anything like that happen again–it would break his mother’s heart.

When the elevator cable snapped, Tasha and her coworkers thought they were about to die. Instead, the doors opened onto a nightmare. A stone corridor. The smell of blood. Mangled bodies. And monsters that shouldn’t exist outside of legends. With no way back and every path forcing them forward, a group of ordinary office workers is shoved into an impossible fantasy world—one that feels eerily like a game…except the pain is real, and death doesn’t reset.

" Retrouve-moi dans une autre vie. Retrouve-moi dans chacune d'entre elles. " Chaque fin est aussi un début. J'ai cru que j'allais mourir, et cela serait arrivé sans l'intervention de Slade. Le seul moyen qu'il avait de me sauver était d'ouvrir une brèche entre les mondes. Le seul moyen pour moi de me sauver était de la traverser. Parfois, fuir un endroit dangereux vous amène à un autre. Annwyn. Le royaume des faes. Il y a de la magie et de la beauté ici, bien qu'à chaque coin de rue, des menaces rôdent.