Resultados para "Joe Arden" en Gótico

I died, briefly. Then I came back. Now I’m determined to make the most of every minute I have left. Only problem is I’ve been saddled with supervision. Kane Deveraux is handsome, smug, and cold as a tombstone. So why does he make me feel something more powerful than death?

According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three.

In the wake of Adelasia's resurrection, a sickness begins to consume her mind, body, and soul. With the Coven after the magic she's stolen from the Well, and old flames returning to the Obsidian Palace, Kaius must accept that he cannot save his mate on his own. With the help of a mysterious incubus named Rowan, and while meeting some old friends along the way, the trio travels through the dangerous Blackwood to face Yekaterina and the Priestesses one final time.

A god amongst his race, and a tyrant to others, Kaius Voroninov has only one desire in the world: Mortality. When whispers in the dark begin to speak of Kaius holding the cursebreaker prisoner in his Obsidian Palace, discontent festers within his once loyal subjects. Dark forces control his fate, and his mortality is not the only thing Adelasia LeMasters unknowingly hides within her soul.

When River Caliban, my sworn enemy, called out my name, I shouldn’t have turned around. I should have run the other way when he flashed that sinful smile of his, but instead, I walked toward him. I went against all reason, against all warning, and attended the gala of the year. His gala.

Some secrets should not be kept. They should be screamed. I have a secret. In fact, I have many. Most of them could get me killed, so my silence is the golden ticket to survival in this asylum from hell. But my watchers don’t like it when I’m silent. They like when I scream. When I beg. When I’m a bad girl who tells the things I shouldn’t. Maybe this time I’ll let it all out. Divulge the ugly truths and cast light on the real monsters living in our world. Maybe my secrets will save me this time.

I was not without sin. I carried my name for a reason. Screwing things up was just part of who I was. Sometimes people got hurt because of me. Sometimes they died. After being exiled from the world I’d created with my best friends, I was left to punish myself for my sins against the girl they loved. The sins I spent hours begging whatever entity was out there to forgive me for. But maybe I wasn’t supposed to be forgiven. Maybe I was who I was because I was meant for something bigger than me. Maybe I was always meant for her. The girl with the colorful eyes who never spoke.

Sometimes the wrong side could be the right side. My father never loved me. I was never good enough for him because I was different. My differences made me vulnerable to his cruelty, and a mistake I made brought a deeper level of hell into my life. When my curiosity got the better of me one night, it ended with me being forced out of the world I’d learned to exist in before I was thrust into another. This new world is darker and more dangerous. It’s filled with lies, deceit, and pain. I have rules I live by now because the wicked walk these halls.