Resultados para "death book" en Paranormal y urbana

A half-Monster/half-Player glitch in a System in which Monsters and Players are meant to fight to the death, Sally has just woken from a coma in the Wastelands after defeating the Architect who created it all. She's now liberated two areas of the game world from the soulless, zombie-creating System, allowing Unique Monsters to live in peace. With her sidekicks—Humphrey the glitched skull/Druid; Theo the rebellious vampire/Death Knight; Norah the mummy; and Lucius the emoji-speaking demon—at her side, Sally's working to complete Keystone Quests and climb to Level Twenty.

Becoming a knockoff Dracula in tight leather pants was never part of Vincent’s plans. Neither was being summoned to another world by a cult of vampire wannabes. But both happened. Now, Vincent’s left to pick up the tattered pieces of his humanity as he tries to grow strong enough to keep his family safe. The world is filled with nightmares, and the looming threat of losing his soul stands between his goal and his reality, so it’s not like it will be too hard or anything. Hell should tremble. A good man is going to war.

Set in a fractured United States, in the southwestern country now known as Texoma. A world where magic is acknowledged but mistrusted, especially by a young gunslinger named Lizbeth Rose. Battered by a run across the border to Mexico Lizbeth Rose takes a job offer from a pair of Russian wizards to be their local guide and gunnie. For the wizards, Gunnie Rose has already acquired a fearsome reputation and they’re at a desperate crossroad, even if they won’t admit it.

Police Chief Delaney Reed can handle the Valkyries, werewolves, gill-men and other paranormal creatures who call the small beach town of Ordinary, Oregon their home. It’s the vacationing gods who keep her up at night. With the famous rhubarb festival right around the corner, small-town tensions, tempers, and godly tantrums are at an all-time high. The last thing Delaney needs is her ex-boyfriend reappearing just when she's finally caught the attention of Ryder Bailey, the one man she should never love.

All magic comes with a price tag. It's a lesson witches are taught from a young age, along with the ones about how we'll never survive a vampire turning, how hunters will always seek to eradicate us, and how a devil's bargain can never be broken. But together, my rebels and I have shattered every last rule, ignored every last warning. We've grown stronger because of it, and so far, we've survived everything fate has thrown our way.

Demons. Monsters. Witches. James Crowley’s sacred duty as a Black Badge is to hunt them down and send them packing, banish them from the mortal realm for good. He didn’t choose this life. No. He didn’t choose life at all. Shot dead in a gunfight many years ago, now he’s stuck in purgatory, serving the whims of the White Throne to avoid falling to Hell. Not quite undead, though not alive either, the best he can hope for is to work off his penance and fade away.

With a series of death dates looming, Lucian needs to get creative to save his brother and his family. He will have to call upon his friends and former foes to get the job done, which will open him up to more complications, Lucian plunging head first into issues that have been plaguing the Progenies of Light and Death for thousands of years. Lucian will have to get creative, and there will come a point where he will have to get ruthless. The sudden passing of someone close to him leaves Lucian in a tailspin.

Morrigan's existence as a reaper is now in full swing. Despite adjusting to her new role as a bringer of death, she soon finds out that the previous desertion of her duties did not go unnoticed, nor without consequences. She'll also have to contend with the fallout of abandoning her human life, as simply disappearing isn't as easy as it may have seemed. Meanwhile, Death's own past may have some fallout on their lives as his last apprentice is likewise more than just a memory.

Morrigan died as the unwilling sacrifice in a demonic ritual, but the Grim Reaper has another plan for this wayward soul—to make her his new apprentice! Reaping isn't exactly her dream summer job (long hours, crappy pay, no benefits), but with the alternative being banished to limbo, she's ready to give it a shot!

Faced with the looming threat of the Russian pack, Silver and Andrew Dare plan to host an envoy at their wedding. The Russian alpha rejects diplomacy, however, and instead sends Mikhail, an elite assassin. Mikhail begins to ritually murder sub-alphas, leaving them to bleed to death from a thousand shallow cuts. The Roanokes’ only leverage is Mikhail’s reverence for the Lady: He thinks She is reborn in Silver. Playing the Lady goes against all of Silver's beliefs, but she yields to Mikhail’s invitation for her to join him in Russia.

I have to believe in hope. I have to believe in my love for Death, for a future beyond this pain and drama. But why does hope feel like such a foolish dream at this point?

Things have taken a seriously nasty turn. Can someone please let me off this rollercoaster? Everywhere I look, there's drama and danger ready to pounce from the shadows. Nowhere feels safe, and trust seems to be a rare commodity.

My life has really taken a complicated turn here in Oakthorne. I keep hoping some fairy godmother will show up and offer to turn back time for me. Not too much, just enough to ease this pain. Yeah. Right. As much as there's hurt, there's also Death. He is a complication, and a beautiful one I can't resist when I really, really should. He consumes my every waking moment, submerges me in raging desire I never want to break free from.

Since being drafted into a position as the Pale Horseman, Lazarus Kerrigan has killed his fair share of gods and monsters. In New Orleans, a city steeped in voodoo and the supernatural, that's saying something. But when someone else starts killing gods in his city, he takes it personally. His search for the killer leads him to a deadly no-holds-barred tournament run by the gods themselves. The prize? The right to name the next Black Horseman, Famine.

The entity in charge of everything—and I mean everything—has lost Its ever-loving mind, and it’s up to me and my nearest and dearest to fix it. This deity is dangerous and out for blood—my daughter’s included. So, we’re going after it before it comes after us. I’ve called in the troops, and we’re ready to rumble.

The Dresden Files have taken the genre of paranormal mystery to a new level of action, excitement, and hard-hitting magical muscle. Now, in Death Masks, Jim Butcher’s smart-guy private eye may have taken on more than he ever wanted to handle. Harry Dresden, Chicago’s only practicing...

Time is not set; it can be changed...Andrew Rufus is willing to do anything to stop the Black Shaman, even the wrong thing. Determined to alter the past and prevent a massacre, Andrew and the cowboys set out to see just how malleable time really is. But will the cost of changing time be more than Andrew can endure?

Randy's life is great. He has a loyal dog named Cujo, and a lovely girlfriend he's about to propose to. Only one issue, during a follow-up doctor appointment, he learns he has the Big C, cancer. His famous girlfriend dumps him, his doctor wishes him the best of luck, and he finds out he has an expiration date that's coming sooner than he wants. The only thing left of his former life is the engagement ring in his pocket, two prescription bottles, and a little dog. That is, until Death comes to tea and makes Randy an offer he can't refuse. A job offer as Death's assistant.

Hell hath no fury like a Horseman scorned. They say the road to Hell is paved with good intentions. For Lazarus Kerrigan, that couldn't be further from the truth. He's got no intention of playing nice once he gets there, not with Emma's soul on the line. To free her, he'll have to travel through not one Hell, but seven, cutting deals with ghosts, Titans, and gods who would rather crush the Pale Horseman than help him.

Forty and fabulous is my motto. It's been twenty years since I escaped Whispering Willows and my humble beginnings. Now I live in LA, working my dream job as head witch at a growing corporation, getting paid the big bucks to cast spells some might find morally questionable. Life is perfect. Until the night my boyfriend surprises me with a "romantic" getaway in the middle of nowhere, and I find a shovel and rope in his trunk. Romance is truly dead.