Resultados para "The Raven" en Romántica

Harbingers of enlightenment, bringers of darkness. Givers of life, tellers of death … significance flies on the backs of raven wings for those who dare to listen to its meaning. For we are the Messengers of the Realm. The White Raven was born to bring magic to the dying realm. One hundred and...

Las hadas nos abandonaron este mundo. Y los que tienen el poder gobiernan. Oro. Suelos de oro, paredes de oro, ropa de oro. En Highbell, en el castillo construido en las montañas heladas, todo está hecho de oro. Incluso yo. El rey Midas me rescató. Me sacaron de los barrios bajos y me colocaron en un pedestal. Me llaman su favorita. Soy la mujer a la que tocó con oro para mostrarles a todos que le pertenezco. Para mostrar lo poderoso que es. Él me dio protección y yo le di mi corazón. De repente, mi confianza se rompe.

I claimed the title of Dominant Dragoness from my mother—and I didn't have to kill her for it. But that's where the easy victories end. Year two at Dragonis Academy brings a storm I'm not sure I'm ready for. The Gauntlet. Classes with enemies who still want me dead. And looming over it...

La Prisionera de Oro ha escapado de su jaula, pero su viaje apenas comienza. En Annwyn, el reino de los fae, se enfrentará a pruebas aún mayores mientras lucha por reunirse con Slade. Pero este nuevo mundo esconde secretos que podrían cambiarlo todo. ¿Será capaz de superar los desafíos que le esperan, o el precio de la libertad será demasiado alto?

Sadie has spent her life chasing the horizon—working aboard her father’s crabbing boat and laughing off myths of the deep—until Kyros boards their ship. There’s a storm. Blood on his hands. Before she can understand what’s happening, Kyros throws her overboard and leaves her to die. Except Sadie doesn’t drown. She isn’t human. She’s something forbidden.

They called Valeria wolfless. Worthless. A waste of space. Born without a wolf soul, she was shunned by her pack and endured the cruelty of her mother. To everyone, she was nothing. To herself, she was simply trying to survive rejection. Her story begins with heartbreak, but it doesn't end there...

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. 

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today bestselling author Emma Slate comes the third book in the Saddles & Spurs series. I swerved off a mountain road into a ditch to avoid a moose. And then a rugged cowboy in a beast of a truck comes to my rescue. Brooks Keel. The quiet loner at Elk Ridge. The cowboy-biker who looks devastatingly good on a horse and a motorcycle. Ex-con. As a jobless twenty-three-year-old virgin, I have no business getting involved with a bad boy. But between his hard-won smiles and protective streak, my heart —and my body —hunger for him.

Ella era la hermana de la novia. Él, el chico del que ella siempre había estado enamorada. El adictivo e intenso éxito de TikTok por la autora bestseller en USA Today. Cuando la hermana mayor de Raven Du Pont decide dejar plantado al codiciado magnate Ares Windsor el día de su boda, ella no...

Indy Turner My family's summer camp has been my pride and joy for as long as I can recall. Taking care of our horses, teaching the kids to ride, singing camp songs around the fire at night while the fireflies wink in and out of existence. I love my small town life, my farm, and my bees; the very...

A bride who climbed out of her own grave. A king who speaks to the dead. A cold that finally feels like home. Olwen I've been faking a pulse for three months. Faking warmth. Faking breath. Counting petals to remind my heart how to beat, and how easily it could forget. At the Bride Market, a...

I grew up as the precocious daughter of a preacher, but death stalked the hallways of my home, tearing my family tree apart and twisting my father’s love into something cold and constricting. Ever the good girl, I remained subservient under his watchful gaze, but each cutting remark and unrealistic expectation forced me to open my eyes and face the truth.

I fell in love with a boy before I even knew what love was. I gave up my world for him, bartered away my hopes and dreams so that boy could have his, but he threw me away at the first sign of trouble. And somehow, I became the villain of our story. Everyone hates me for my betrayal. Only I didn’t turn my back on him—he turned his back on me. Now, I live out my days at the Raven Souls MC as public enemy number one, guarding my secrets like a precious commodity. My silence keeps others safe, so instead of speaking up, I fade away.

Life in a motorcycle club isn’t for everyone, but being a Raven is in my blood. The only things that matter to me are my brothers and my cut, then she walks into my life and rips up the playbook. I know I can’t keep her; club girls are for a good time, not a long time, so when the secret she’s been keeping lands at my feet like a bomb, I pull the pin, blowing up everything between us. The second I watch her walk away, I know I’ve made a mistake, but before I can fix it, she’s gone. Tracking her down is the easy part; realizing all the love she had for me has turned to hate, not so much.

He said he'd nurse me back to health—but first, he had to own me. I walked into his ER with the flu. Now I'm locked in his basement. Dr. Maguire—my neighbor, my stalker, my captor—insists he's taking care of me. That I'm too delicate for the world outside. That no one else could ever love...

They say what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. So what happens when you actually die and come back? Hazel Blackwood's "till death do us part" came early when her werewolf fiancé strangled her and tossed her in a grave—but saving herself for six feet of dirt wasn't the afterlife she signed...

Can love survive an unbreakable curse? Kierse McKenna’s magic is bound to a man she hates—one who has spent lifetimes fighting the man she loves. To end this binding, Graves—her winter god, her monster—will stop at nothing. He discovers that the only hope of freeing Kierse is to locate a...

What happens when your mother is the Queen of the Marzana Empire and your father is a legendary war drake? Simple—everyone expects the world of you. Raven thought she could blend into the background at Dragonis Academy, living the "normal life" her royal parents desperately wanted for her. But...

If you’d told me years ago that I’d become a stunt woman after a car accident turned my Olympic dreams of gold to rust, I’d have called you crazy. Yet here I am, throwing myself off a perfectly good building. I guess I’ve always been a little fearless, except when it comes to matters of the heart. I keep my relationships light and meaningless, which is why my exes tend to have big...egos and the emotional depth of a puddle. I’ll admit, I have the bar set so low it’s practically a tripping hazard.

If you ask anyone in New Arley when Brenda and Klondyke first became “a thing,” you’ll get fourteen different answers, all confidently delivered, none of them correct. Some say it started outside the Coop. Some say it started at the bus stop. Some say it started when Brenda dropped her shopping and Klondyke tried to help but accidentally kicked her grapes into the road. But the truth is simpler. It started the moment Arley collectively decided: “Those two would make a lovely couple.”