Resultados para "Graves" en Fantasía oscura

The fire is behind her. The war is ahead. And the Lwa are no longer silent. In the World Beneath, even survival comes with strings—and Terra Graves is all out of safe exits. After her home is destroyed and her mentor captured, Terra barely escapes with her congregation from lovestruck White Sentinel John Henry. Now holed up in The Spot—an extra-dimensional speakeasy where magic bends and secrets breathe—Terra must regroup. Her mentor, Reynaud, may be dead. Her options are vanishing fast.

"Two predators now circle me in this den of enemies. One I came to hunt, and one I never saw coming." Dark mages don't deal in warnings—only executions. So when assassin-in-training Esme Salem is tasked with infiltrating a magical defense academy and eliminating Kieran Mazrov—a deadly mage...

As they blunder towards doom, Warlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson find themselves inconvenienced by a variety of eldritch beings. Christmas brings a goose that doesn't let being cooked slow it down; they meet an electricity demon, discover why being a redhead is even trickier than one might imagine, and Holmes attempts an Irish accent. And, naturally, Moriarty is hanging around...in some form or other.

After a massacre that shatters the Vorigan line—yes, including a heart ripped from a chest—Bowen and Loranna drag what’s left of their people to Tennessee and pick a fight with a would-be king. Human sectors seal shut, memory-wiped officials shrug, and the Royal Council plays politics while Radomir stacks the board with Duskrenders and cursed relics. (Skull of Ozith, anyone?)

He was the most feared necromancer on the continent. Then he died. Graves spent thirty years binding the dead, breaking spirits, and building a reputation that kept most problems from becoming his problems. Then his apprentice put hemlock in the wine, and everything went sideways.

What if everything you knew was a lie? It's been a busy summer. Things are heating up in Allie's relationship with Simon and college is just on the horizon, but when school starts, so do all her problems. Just when she's ready to set off for college, a man from her past returns to stir up trouble, then students on campus start turning up dead. Worst of all, Simons has been keeping late hours at work. Is it trouble in paradise, or can he be trusted?

After experiencing death and an irreversible transformation, Adelheid must juggle between hiding her new inhuman nature with her wish to become the next ruler of the Vuldar Empire. Her greatest rival for the throne, William von Vuldar, has already joined the battlefield, but she has to play catch up. She must use all resources and grab every opportunity to join the war and rise above. However, only those in war will learn that everything has a cost.

Astrology is complicated when your star sign attracts vampires, incubi, and demons. The more I've learned about the supernatural world, the less I seem to know. How I went from never having a date to having two Zodiac Shifter hybrids fighting over me can only be explained by the stars. One of...

Wendy Estridon's life has been consumed by emotions, but never her own. Unable to quiet her empathic power, she's left isolated from the world she longs to be part of. Haunted by "the boy," a mental embodiment of her darkest thoughts, Wendy searches for the connection she craves in him. But when...

A banished vampire prince walks into a neon-soaked dive with a tumbler of blood-spiked whiskey and one goal: burn the Duskrender assassin guild to the ground. Bowen (Vorigan bloodline, formerly very royal, currently very done) is hunting two traitors tied to a mysterious shipment and a deadly alliance with the reapers—a trail that drags him from Nashville’s Underground to Sector 16 on Lake Erie, where sirens smile and secrets bite.

Demon commander Loranna and her very inconveniently irresistible vampire are neck-deep in a war of knives, brands, and reaper houses. A cocky reaper named Rath offers to help bring the houses down from the inside—right before screaming shadows blow apart their bunker and whisk him away. Translation: the clock just started. (Dark artifacts, anyone?)Meanwhile, family intel lands like a stake: forged orders, branded enforcers, whispers of “shipments” (read: prisoners), and Radomir eyeing a crown before the next Royal Council meeting.

The tutorial is over. The rules of Pyresouls have changed for the worse. Defeating the Burgon Beast should’ve been the end of it, but it was only the beginning. Beating the next boss monster that invades Earth will only stave off the Collapse, not prevent it. The future devoid of all life but a single Pyre proves that. Jacob refuses to accept that future. He’s done playing their games. Even if he must walk through the fires of despair and glory to be rid of them.

Time can yield countless possibilities. Time finds a young Gracie No-Name sold to the Broken King Magnus Windbound. Her simple crime was being born to an unloving mother. A generation earlier, time finds Summer. A girl with curly blue hair and gray-blue eyes born to a world of black hair and black eyes, named after the season of her abandonment. Another generation later, Skye Wallace predictably found himself in his office, investigating God's Cruelties. Then stands the Gravedigger. A specter shrouded in black, burying the world one soul at a time, with every dig of its diamond shovel.

"You see, Paula, how well it will work out. Lily will drink the blood of the village maidens—and Barnabas will be blamed." "Whatever happens to Barnabas, you'll still have Quentin to reckon with!" "The werewolf? If Quentin tries to interfere with me, I'll find a way to deal with him." "I'd rather die," Paula said firmly. "An interesting suggestion," Bentley remarked pleasantly. "Dying could be your first step in joining my company of friends—zombies, if you will.

Meet Caltro Basalt. He's a master locksmith, a selfish bastard, and as of his first night in Araxes, stone-cold dead. They call it the City of Countless Souls, the colossal jewel of the Arctian Empire, and all it takes to be its ruler is to own more ghosts than any other. For in Araxes, the dead do not rest in peace in the afterlife, but live on as slaves for the rich. While Caltro struggles to survive, those around him strive for the emperor's throne in Araxes' cutthroat game of power.

Charles L. Grant sets forth to take us across time and into a fantasy world to his remarkable little Connecticut town of Oxrun Station. There are new horrors on the loose to excite each listener.

Today the names of H. P. Lovecraft, Robert E. Howard, August Derleth, and Clark Ashton Smith, all regular contributors to the pulp magazine Weird Tales during the first half of the twentieth century, are recognizable even to casual readers and listeners of the bizarre and fantastic. And yet despite being more popular than them all during the golden era of genre pulp fiction, there is another author whose name and work have fallen into obscurity: Seabury Quinn. Quinn's short stories were featured in well more than half of Weird Tales's original publication run.

Jeśli nie boisz się mroku, to znaczy, że już cię pochłonął Lilith powinna była umrzeć tamtej koszmarnej nocy, kiedy straciła siostrę. Mimo to przeżyła, zaczęła jednak dostrzegać coś–kogoś–czego nikt inny nie widział. Tajemniczego mężczyznę bez twarzy, który pojawiał się w jej domu, śledził ją na ulicy, zostawiał wiadomości i lilie, które nigdy nie więdły. Nikt jej nie wierzył. Kamery nie rejestrowały jego obecności. Prezenty znikały, zanim mogła je komuś pokazać. Ale Lilith go czuła. Słyszała jego głos. W snach całkowicie do niego należała. Tajemniczy mężczyzna ma na imię Letum.

Life is finally going right for Lazarus Kerrigan, necromancer and Pale Horseman. Business is booming, and no gods have tried to kill him for a whole month. But the past is catching up to him. There's a serial killer on the loose in New Orleans, one that targets children and leaves behind only bones. When the case develops eerie similarities to his sister's murder, Laz knows the police are in over their heads. They need help, and the dead aren't talking. Well, except for the ghost of a 200-year-old pirate, and Laz doesn't like what he has to say.

Lucifer, lords of hell, fallen angels, demons, corrupted mortals, hell spawn, and the dark creatures of nightmares. The Devil's Own series is just starting! You’re Lucifer’s daughter. That’s bad, right? Could get worse, if you asked Ashmielle, the devil’s own. Her soul’s been splintered and she’s addicted to consuming souls. Samazrael, her soul mate and bodyguard has finally Ashmielle again, only to lose her to her addiction and a demon gone bad. These two will need a little help. Devil in disguise...