Resultados para "Graves" en Acción y aventura

Esme Salem wakes beneath the earth in a palace of obsidian and flame: the heart of the hidden dragon realm of Draethys. Her captor, Lord Daynthazar, the firstborn prince, claims their blood has been irreversibly bound. By ancient dragon law, that makes her part of his hoard. Trapped in a kingdom built on fire and fear, Esme must decide fast whether Dayn is her captor, her only chance to survive—or both.

After losing my bondmate to illness, I'd accepted that my time to love was in the past. I promised her on her death bed that I'd never take another bondmate, and I meant it. Instead I've lived my life to serve my clan, lending my assistance when they needed me and continuing to act as clan...

"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...

I should've known better than to trust my childhood bully. I was too soft-hearted for my own good. Thanks to another one of his cruel tricks, I end up on the run through a monster-filled forest to avoid the noose. When I'm found by the local barbarian clan, I figure I'm done for. I'm injured, exhausted, and have no hope of fighting back. But the barbarian who rescues me from certain death isn't what I thought he would be. And maybe the fear I had for them was misplaced. Maybe the only thing I should be afraid of is falling for someone I can't keep.

Every year, a woman from each town is chosen as a tribute to the barbarian clans to keep the peace, never to be seen or heard from again. The rumors about the barbarian clans were horrific. It was a sentence worse than death. I never thought they'd choose me. But when my brother betrays me by telling my father about my interest in men, he decides to throw me to the wolves to spare our family the shame—making me the first male tribute.

My clan calls me vigilant. My brother calls me overprotective. I call it my duty. I knew since I was young that I wanted to protect my clan and those who could not defend themselves. So when one of the towns we were visiting turned us away without giving us a chance to speak to the people there...

Orestes's father was killed, his clan dissolved, and now, it's snowing, which is the worst affront of all. The last scion of the ended Eagle clan, Orestes, is sent to frigid Urial to negotiate peace with King Albany, but the sitting monarch has no interest in him, and his son, Prince Tybalt, has too much.

His birth magic leaves Prince Nikola with nothing but bad choices: live as another man's possession, subject to his whims and his desires, or remain dependent on a potion that stunts his powers and prevents him from knowing love. Andreas vows to protect the prince with his life—whether Nikola wants him to or not. After all, the queen pays his soldier's wage. Nikola's nothing but a job to do. But when they find themselves stranded, with Nikola's potion running out, Andreas has to… improvise. Because what Prince Nikola needs to survive is the opposite of a lowly guard's respectful protection.

Emma Mather is having trouble telling friend from foe. Being wrong about whether someone is her ally or her enemy could cost her more than just her life. The Candle has taken Gigi Gage as their prisoner. Emma will do anything to save her friend from whatever torture Dr. Thaddeus Kirkbride is...

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...

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.

Die junge Galeristin Kate macht in der Galerie eine grausige Entdeckung: Eine Leiche baumelt von der Decke. Zwischen ihnen entsteht eine heiße, spannungsgeladene Liebelei, die sie regelrecht überwältigt.

He should've known he wouldn't win going up against the best. Everyone knew I was the most popular in the brothel. There was no point pretending otherwise. In a shameless act of revenge, he had the guards called and had me arrested for offending the man who'd chosen me over him. They, in turn, sold me off to the barbarians.

There's always a point in someone's life where they regret the decisions of their past. Take me for instance. I skipped my lessons as often as I could get away with, figuring I'd always have someone with me to translate or watch my back. As a prince of Al Nuzem, I was very rarely alone. But when...

I've been alone most of my life. No family, no home. No one would care if I disappeared. I wouldn't survive another year on my own. In a desperate attempt to survive, I volunteered as tribute to the barbarians after hearing they now accepted males. At least if I died, I would have done something...

Since the sudden, suspicious, and unlamented death of his father, only one man stands between Lucian and the grudging acceptance of his subjects: Benedict, a powerful dusk mage, a military hero, the favorite of the ducal council… and Lucian's stepbrother. Not that Benedict wants a shackle disguised as a crown. He'd rather start a new, anonymous life a thousand miles away and leave that beautiful, icy, sneering little cretin Lucian to whatever grim fate awaits him.

At odds with his family and on the run, Lord Cyril is taken prisoner and held in a gloomy mountain fortress—which he brightens up quite a bit, thank you. His captor wants him to be quiet and not cause any trouble, but who cares? Cyril may need the mysterious highwayman to quell his dawn magic and keep him sane, but he's overbearing, sardonic, and unpleasant. Mostly. Except when Cyril can't live without his touch, or his voice, or his rare smile.

Kinky. Rache war alles, was ich wollte, denn ihretwegen geriet mein gewohntes Leben völlig aus den Fugen. Bei ihrem Überfall hatten sie uns dezimiert, doch ich kämpfte nicht gegen sie, sondern brachte meinen Vater in Sicherheit, da er meine einzige Familie war. Ich sollte den Grave Angels MC infiltrieren, mir das Vertrauen der Männer erschleichen und so tun, als hätte ich meiner Welt den Rücken gekehrt. Ich würde den Laden so richtig aufmischen, damit sie für all das büßen mussten, was sie uns angetan hatten.

Kailia. Bei den Grave Angels zu landen, war vielleicht das Beste, was mir passieren konnte, denn es gab Menschen, die Jagd auf mich machten. Sie wollten mir meine Freiheit auf eine Weise nehmen, die mittelalterlichen Methoden gleichkam. Zwar fühlte ich mich nicht willkommen, aber der MC war sowieso nur eine Übergangslösung, bis ich einen Job fand. Tucson war groß und meine Familie weit genug von mir entfernt, um eine Gefahr für mein Leben darzustellen. Doch hier gab es diesen einen Mann, der mein Herz aus dem Takt brachte, und ich hatte keine Ahnung, wie ich mit ihm umgehen sollte.

Bee. Ich kam nach Arizona, um meine Schwester zu finden, doch Gewalt war alles, was ich fand. Jahrelang befand ich mich in der Hölle auf Erden, bis ich den Mut fasste, vor ihm wegzulaufen. Seine Männer waren mir dicht auf den Fersen, doch dann rannte ich meinem Retter in die Arme. Django brachte mich zum Clubhaus der Grave Angels, einem Haufen Männer, die mindestens genauso bedrohlich waren, wie jener, vor dem ich floh. Vorerst war ich in Sicherheit, allerdings wusste ich, dass sie wegen meiner Anwesenheit in Lebensgefahr schwebten.