Resultados para "Hunter" en Fantástico

In this riotously funny dark romantasy, a conflicted villain and his unstoppable bride form the realm's most chaotic alliance. "What's mine, stays mine." Step One: Kidnap someone cute. Step Two: Force her into marriage. Step Three: Try not to get feelings. When Dark Lord Kazimir Blackrose...

Being half-human and half-fae had always made Fawn an outsider. Her only saving grace in the Human Kingdom was that she had no fae magic to fear. Until the day it manifested—fragile, flickering, but undeniably there. To humans, that made her dangerous, forcing her family to relocate to one of the four fae kingdoms. Then tragedy stole everything she loved, leaving her hollow. Survival meant numbness, until Dean, the fae king of the Garden Kingdom, claimed she was his fated mate. He shattered her walls and touched the parts of her she thought were dead.

My friend was abducted by a werewolf, so I went looking for her—and ended up mated to one too. Because this isn't the first time I've been trapped in a mate bond with some guy I don't know. But this guy is different. He's shy. Sweet, too. I find myself having fun teasing him. And talking to him. And just hanging out with him. Fate made him my second chance, and honestly? I think it might actually be right this time.

Love? Loyalty? Protection? Just whispers of hope, I stopped listening to. The Cold Moon Pack made sure of it—breaking me piece by piece, stripping away every part of who I was. Until they crashed into my world. Uninvited. Unapologetic. Impossible to stop. Three dangerously possessive wolf shifters who I never expected to notice me at all. One with golden eyes who watches me like I already belong to him. One with a sharp tongue and a sunshine grin that hides a storm of violence. And one tattooed in shadows, whose darkness calls to something fractured—and burning—inside me.

Verena was the lost princess of Marmoris, the very thing we had spent our entire lives looking for, and I had let her go. The lingering taste of her mixed with the deep ache in my chest over her betrayal haunted my days and nights. I knew she was hiding something, but her secrets were far more treacherous than I could have imagined. Though I wished my own betrayal hadn't been so bitter on my tongue. Now, my dreams are haunted by the way her deep blue eyes looked up at me in shock when I revealed I knew her truth.

Iciera is a land untouched by the Shadow King's evil reign, and Áine and Daelon must convince the witches who live there that joining the fight for Aradia's restoration is the only way it will remain protected. Despite being plagued by nightmares and worry for the allies and friends they left behind, Áine and Daelon find themselves embraced by the Icieran people. While they train for the battles to come, they must also prepare for the lengths that Lucius will go to make Áine his Queen.

The quiet little healer? She can't be my mate. My wolf was desperate—we were dying. Poisoned. Tortured. It's the only explanation. But when I wake up, she's there at my side, and my wolf is nearly feral, trying to get to her, stake his claim on her. But I push her away, because it's all too much, too soon. I'm not worthy of a mate. Especially not now that I'm scarred. I'm too broken, too ugly, too mean. Anything good in me was burned out a long time ago. No, she's better off without me. Now I just have to convince my wolf to let her go.

There are many things that go bump in the night, and I am one of them. Hunters are what prevent our world from descending into chaos and bloodshed. We are the shields in the dark and the weapons of protection, walking the line of good and evil every day… or so I thought. I was born and raised to hunt, honed into an elite soldier dedicated to our cause, until those around me commit the worst act imaginable and betray me. Left for dead, I have no choice but to turn away from humans and embrace the very monsters I pursue for help.

Bloodstone Academy is for strong, smart witches to hunt for their shifters, bond with them in the sacred forest, and fight with them in the war when they graduate. Only issue? Most students die from bonding, but that won't stop me. Every generation of my family went to Bloodstone Academy, and it's in my blood to thrive there. The witch war took my family, and I'm determined to help the Umbral Authority win. When I finally get the acceptance marking, I couldn't be happier until I walk through the gothic doors and slam straight into a tall, stunningly beautiful dragon shifter....

I've been alone for over three hundred years. The darkness is around every corner, trying to swallow me whole as I watch my packmates one by one find their true loves, while I stand permanently on the sidelines. But when she collapses in my arms, everything comes into crystal clear focus. I don't even know her name, only that it's her. My mate. The one I've been waiting centuries for.

It's not supposed to be possible, but I guess when your BFF is some sort of unicorn wolf with special powers, things tend to get a bit wonky. But that's not really the point. The point is I'm super duper for sure pregnant, and he's pissed off, growly, and grumpy as hell. Oh, and he found out by accident. While I was telling his best friend. And puking loudly. Huzzah for morning sickness, yo. And... he didn't seem thrilled. Not loving the trajectory here. But I'll protect my tiny, perfect Petal. Even from her own father if I have to.

Ornella will protect her king, even if she must face the infamous Wild Hunt. The cadre of the Autumn Prince. But she never expected to survive the encounter, much less become a captive of the riders in ghoulish skull helms and armour made from thorn and bone. Now, the Summer dryad is trapped in the Autumn Court with a reluctant warden. A gorgeous rider with violet eyes who has been ordered to train her so she can take her place in the Wild Hunt.

When I wake in a strange forest, surrounded by "monsters" and "magic," I'm sure it's all some reality-TV prank. My carnival job means I know a lot about all the ways people can be fooled. And the "orc" telling me we're goddess-matched and married has got to be the biggest hoax of all. Branikk's good looks and charming words are way too good to be true. But I keep making ludicrous things appear in ways Hollywood special effects can't match, a unicorn just spoke to me, and when I get an eyeful—a really big eyeful—of Branikk, he's green everywhere.

I'm a lot of things; a loyal best friend, music lover, introvert. All labels I'd happily claim are mine. Survivor of abuse, I'll claim because it's true, and I'm a survivor. But fated mate? That one feels like an ill-fitting glove. Especially when said mate has been feral for years, and nobody knows what sent him over the edge, let alone how to get him back. But there's no denying my wolf, and she wants him. So what's a girl to do? Bathe the stinky wolf if he's going to sneak into my bed and then play him Mozart until dawn. Obviously. But a fated mate connection is a once-in-a-lifetime bond.

I'm a doctor and a researcher. My pack is small, in a quiet part of central Texas. It's a simple existence, and I like it that way. It's just me and my two besties, living our best single lives. That is until the mandate comes. Every unmated wolf in the entire world called to one place. I'm a psi, the weakest designation there is. I can barely shift, and there's no chance of me getting matched—only humiliated. It can't get worse—until it does. I've barely made it off the bus when I lock eyes with the hottest wolf I've ever seen, and he reeks of power.

Two months after her exile from Elysia, Sylvia is adrift in a world both strange and exhilarating. As she journeys toward Aelthorin with Jon and Cliff, every step is fraught with uncertainty. Though she promised her mother she'd reunite with her family, Sylvia finds herself drawn deeper into a forbidden bond with Jon.

After being released from the prison realm four hundred and ninety-nine years early, Rory finds herself in Erdikoa with no memory of the last three months and orders to keep her release a secret. Feeling like an outsider looking in, she tries to acclimate to her new life, but she can't shake the feeling that something, or someone, is missing. She begins to question her reality when her sister's killer plagues her dreams, insisting he's innocent. But she knows what she saw all those years ago, and she's faced with a choice.

At twelve years old, Roman Covington—crown prince of the tropical fae kingdom—met Violet Maekin: a girl with freckles on her nose, a razor-edged wit, and the ability to make him laugh. She made him feel normal in a world that demanded he be anything but. After just a single day and a few scribbled notes, she held his heart in her hands. But when Roman turned thirteen, the gods granted him the name of his fated mate—Vivian. Violet's identical twin sister. Convinced the gods were cruel, mistaken, or both, Roman spent a decade seeking a way to shift the bond from one sister to the other.

Thanks to a protective spell gone wrong, I am what the world calls a siren. During the horrific battle between light and darkness, as Atlantis sank beneath the waves, I was caught in some crazy magic that changed my body and put me down for a really long nap. The humans, still greedy as ever, woke me up when they stumbled on an energy source near the heart of my home. I battled alongside my Atlantean brothers and sisters as evil spread like a plague from city to city. We fought bravely, but in the end, I lost everything. I have nothing left to lose.

For 18 years I've suffered at the hands of the Hunters. They've done their best to break me, to tear me open and unleash the terrifying monster that lives within. Until the day they go too far. When a desperate escape leads to another brush with death, I'm forced to place my trust in the hands of four formidable strangers. Wild and untamed, their feral natures call to me, their warrior hearts make mine come alive. And when they offer me a place to stay while I heal, I can't say no. But the secrets I carry are deadly, and my past is a twisted, evil nightmare better left forgotten.