Resultados para "Das Tor" en Ciencia ficción y fantasía

Elisa Esposito es una joven que quedó muda debido a una lesión en el cuello sufrida de niña, y se comunica usando la lengua de signos. Vive sola en un apartamento encima de una sala de cine y trabaja como limpiadora en un laboratorio secreto del gobierno en Baltimore durante la Guerra Fría a principios de la década de 1960. La instalación recibe un tanque lleno de agua dentro del que hay una criatura que ha sido capturada en un río sudamericano por el coronel Richard Strickland. Curiosa, Elisa descubre que la criatura es un anfibio humanoide.

Perched between branches and shadows, we watch, we scheme, fighting for a kingdom forgotten and forlorn. Until we rip her away with our claws, our prisoner, our pawn, our plaything. She’s innocent and pure, fragile and helpless…but oh so guilty by blood. She calls us beasts, wicked and evil, vicious and cruel. We are all that and worse. One of us offers her shelter beneath his wings, whispering promises of pleasure, seeking redemption. The other longs to shatter her into a million pieces, whispering promises of pain, seeking revenge.

After technically being dead for twenty-six years, Marcus might be an old dog with some old-school ideas, but he's got some new tricks up his sleeve. Now that he's learned all about the modern world and his new abilities, he's ready to make his move. Thanks to the women he lured to the dark side, he's going to start things off with a bang. That's why he's going to rob a bank. He's ready to put Arch City on notice. There is a new player in town and it's time he got the respect he deserved.

Pixies are supposed to be petite, beautifully lithe creatures with gossamer wings. Sporting luscious, ombre pink hair and fluttering pink wings, Phil meets two out of three of those criteria. At over six feet tall, no one would dare call Phil petite. As a home-and-hearth pixie, Phil yearns to find a home and family he can bond to. When no one's willing to hire a pixie of his stature, Phil is forced to find work elsewhere. Turns out, pixies make terrible bouncers.

Marcus was never a hero... and he never wanted to be. He never wanted a lot of things. He didn't want to go to school for a pointless degree. He didn't want to be an office drone, working nine-to-five to barely make ends meet. Most importantly, he didn't want to play by other people's rules. He wanted to do things his way and live life on his terms. Some people might have called him a criminal, but he called it freedom. Too bad it got him killed. When everything changed, death didn't take like it used to.

I left Earth the proud captain of a ship destined to save humanity. I wake in a small examination room being poked and prodded by blue aliens. Escape plans whirl through my head—no one's going to keep me from saving the women of my crew. Then he bursts in, seven-feet of command and power topped with horns. Wrin's the first person to speak English, but he looks just like all the other assholes who've been experimenting on me. When he throws me over his shoulder and runs into the jungle, the heat of his touch makes me wonder if I'm in more trouble.

After the makeover of the century, I walk onstage in too-high heels… and trip in front of thousands of people! I'm saved from becoming a face-plant meme by Brokk, who catches me in a romantic dip that makes my tummy flutter. Which it so totally shouldn't. Because Brokk's not just the hunky model on my book covers. He also lives 24/7 in an orc costume with tusks and green skin. I might write monster romance and wish I had an orc of my own, but monsters aren't real! How can I take this guy seriously?

The Toren team has faced evil before but nothing could prepare them for the all-consuming darkness that lies ahead. They have awakened something that will not rest until all of humanity is destroyed. And now they will pay a heavy price for their deeds. And in the midst of the blood, battle and drama, can Summit find a way to be with the guy she loves? How much can the team withstand? Could this next mission be their last?

Summit and the team are locked in a vicious battle against one of their own. The team has never encountered such evil and will have to go to extremes before the end. In addition to the battle raging on in the angel world, Summit must face the battle going on in her heart. Things between Lucas and Summit have gotten complicated and at times, explosive. Can she put her feelings aside and be the leader her team so desperately needs? Or will this battle mean the end of Toren team?

The Toren team is still reeling from their last assignment when they learned that they will need to set out on yet another dangerous mission. This time, the team is forced to enter the place that even death fears. And in the midst of their perilous adventure, the team discovers a shocking secret about one of its members. In addition, things between Summit and Lucas take an unexpected, heartbreaking turn. Summit has longed for a family her whole life, but now that she has it, it may once again get taken away. In the end, the team may lose their tight bond and worse - their lives....

Summit Case has no idea why her parents gave her up or why her eyes are purple and change with her mood. The most popular guy in school asks her out on a date. However, instead of taking her to a movie, he parks the car in a remote section of Lower Manhattan and, after a few cryptic proclamations, stabs her in the neck. Lucas Ford, a breathtaking angel with remarkable powers, swoops down and saves her. That's when she learns she's the descendant of a long line of formidable angels called "Noru" and that demons are seeking her out to strip her of her emerging powers.

As a social pixie and host of a popular TV show, Parsnip desperately needs to fool everyone into believing he's that same, stunningly colorful creature. Warlock-made charms are all Parsnip needs to keep up the rouse. But the financial cost is high, and each activated charm steals more of his life force. Despite this, Parsnip is willing to pay any price. After all, who would want a faded pixie?

As a vampyr who was born to fulfill a prophecy, my life was planned before I was created. I obeyed every rule, and I became the perfect vampyr, but one night changed everything. Rejected by the man who was destined for me, who was supposed to love me forever, I do the only thing I can. I flee into the night, nursing my broken heart. Being a rejected mate corrupts the soul, however, and in this game of Courts and Kings, nobody wins. Nobody except the monsters in the shadows.

All the bigwigs on Earth said I'd have a bright future in space. They obviously knew nothing, 'cause I'm sweating in the bows of an alien pirate ship. The lizards who captured me figured out I've got a way with machines. Thank god, I've concocted one hell of an escape plan. Then he waltzes into the middle of it, seven feet of handsome wrapped in blue skin and horns. Human guys never wanted me, but Tark doesn't even bother to say hello. I get the alien who leaps straight to, "We're married!" Tark looks at me like I hung the moon, and the heat of his touch gets my motor running.

I left Earth excited to create a new world for humans. Instead, gray aliens wake me from cryo to sell me to the highest bidder. My days are reduced to playing in an alien jungle with lizard kids who think I'm nothing more than a pet. Then a horned blue alien rescues me, whisking me away on a dragon! Raxnor is seven feet of muscled strength and scowls, but he shields me from every danger. In his arms, I feel safe for the first time.

There are no rules, and to the victor go the spoils, namely one feisty human female who claims it’s all a big mistake. A misunderstanding. What she should’ve said to the brutal warrior who nabbed her was that he had mistakenly abducted the wrong girl entirely. Oh, wait. She did. Taken by one cyborg. Claimed by another. Both powerful beasts believe she is their mate. Thrown over the victor’s shoulder and carted off, Lavender finds herself trapped on another world, another planet, in another star system.

I thought I had the upper hand, but I was wrong. From the moment he saw me, this god was determined to make me his… but his life is filled with death and is no place for the living. Trying to survive his world might just turn me into one of the lost souls that surround him. But I have my own secrets, my own past. What happens when a god and a mistake meet? What happens when neither will back down?

Gorgeous blue alien warriors rescued me from cryosleep, but the other women of my expedition weren't so lucky. As head pilot, I need to find the missing human ship and fly everyone to safety. I partner up with a hunk. Sul's boisterous, fun, and fine as hell. With him, I start to enjoy life in a way I've never known. When our search for clues takes us to an exotic city, mobsters force us to hide in a pleasure house. I've never felt desirable before, and Sul's heated "kizz" offers one hell of a temptation. Yet I can't stray from my mission, no matter how much he makes my body soar.

I get lucky when horned blue aliens rescue me straight from cryo. So when I get the chance to use my communications skills to help save other human women, I jump on it. It's perfect. Except for him. Of all the handsome devils, why did I get stuck alone on a mission with a heartbreaker? Especially one who keeps losing his shirt and carrying me everywhere. Kirel is all smooth talk and easy charm. He claims I'm his fated mate. But I refuse to be fooled by a handsome face again, no matter how tempting his whole . . . package.

Warlord Kai knows his mate is out there, somewhere on Earth. She is alone, hunted by both the Hive and the Coalition Fleet’s Intelligence Core. Both want information she is unaware she possesses. Knowing she is in danger enrages his beast, pushes him ever closer to madness. There is nowhere he won’t go, nothing he won’t do, to find her. Protect her. Claim her.