Resultados Editorial "Podium Audio" en Fantástico

Prince Kazia Dire isn't nice. Being nice lets people close. Letting people close risks revealing Kazia's greatest secret—the power that condemns him to a lifetime of abuse. Until opportunity appears in the form of a captive enemy mage.

After falling for a lie and ruling over another, Snowlin starts revealing her dealing hand. Two queens and a joker. Isjord hangs by her carefully woven threads deep in her father's council, and Adriata pushed to the corner of her mercy, she awaits. But first she must stop Isjord from taking Adriata before her. Reborn as their demon, she unmasks long-hidden fear and returns to take her seat along the Night King as his Queen, much to everyone's displeasure.

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.

Catch up with the original monster-human couple, Danny and Wyn, in their Wastes-style adventures. Witness Moth and Wyn's blossoming and potentially concerning friendship. Find out all the new ways Edin has been frustrating Hunter (lovingly) since their story ended. And join Lor and Jugs in welcoming a new furry addition to their monster-world family.

Up there, behind those high walls, hundreds of Vanirdøtur huddle together to keep safe from the enemy. So the Viking occupation begins. Norse voices rise into the air as Gofraid's army settles in for the long haul, forming a siege camp full of thousands of cursed men. Tamsin and her Dubliners must scheme to break the siege apart. It seems impossible; she is just one Vanirdottir amidst this roiling mass of warriors, and her Dubliners are few.

Alys Fairweather has always loved the sea. So when her father gets the opportunity to build a city beneath the waves, she is the first in the submarine with him. She never expected to discover an entire species of merfolk living there. And she certainly didn't expect to find one of them so captivating. But the song of the waves is one she has never been able to deny, even when that temptation comes in the form of a battle-scarred merman.

Stories creep through Scrying Hollow—whispers of a great beast. Come dusk, the first howl catches the wind and rustles the trees. Make haste, for it's no wolf bounding through the Hollow. The Hound comes for you. Liliwen, the eldest daughter of the Valet family, knows the tales well. You see, her father was the first to die to the Hound. Seven years later, heartbreak threatens again when Liliwen's brother is ambushed by the beast. Eviscerated and barely alive, her brother escapes and stumbles home. Once more, death waits upon Liliwen's doorstep.

After discovering the truth of her once hidden powers, Carys Elletara has been taken captive by Dagan Delanis and shows no signs of submitting to his ill-willed ideologies. The world around her is unraveling. With each truth uncovered, a new thread is untangled and revealing a history of a world that once existed only in stories. Damieren Thepyra's only goal is to get her back.

A Guardian has staked his claim upon Mirror. Artos Null aims to take everything Zora has ever held dear, but mostly he wants what's inside her. The darkness. The void. The thing nuzzled against the back of her skull that pulses with power. It's a piece of him, and he wants it back, but Zora refuses to be his pet. She will never submit to his reign—even as Estal Kingdom burns, even as he chains her to a pit, even as the anchor bond between her and Cristen is stretched impossibly thin.

I've spent the better part of a decade trying to save the world. Twice a century, Mount Slate threatens to erupt, and for my entire life, the four families in charge haven't seemed to care about their impending doom. So it fell to me to try to fix things. To make peace. Me, a man whose greatest skill is pissing people off so much that they challenge me to a duel, and then killing them in that duel. Now the moment is here, and my clever stone is telling me that one man—a sweet, innocent, infuriating judgmental bastard—is the only one who's capable of saving the world.

Snow leopard shifter Lance MacInnis never thought he'd meet his mate. But Keeley Smith is everything he never dared to hope for. Brave, kind, and fiercely protective of the adorable baby dragon she rescued from evil shifters. When everything else in his life seems to be going wrong, she's the only thing he can be sure of.

Everleigh Clarkson thought embracing her identity as Las Vegas's only wizard would cool supernatural tensions. But her problems have only begun. Sure, she and her friends might have stopped one arm of the mysterious vigilante group, Pandora's Key, but their former troubles can't compare to what the supernatural zealots are sparking next.

Apparently, the trauma from being kidnapped doesn't end when you're rescued, although I'm doing better. I have a roommate who has become family, and we've been adopted by a pack of otherworldly creatures who protect us. I'm still a little jumpy, and most people make me uncomfortable, but baking, therapy, and my daily walks are all helping. The sweet guard dog who follows me around in the woods helps, too. I can tell him anything I want—even how scared I am of my own family. I'm afraid to bring trouble to my new family's doorstep, but I can't end up caged again.

Oli Hart is an omega superstar loved by many. We are a smaller band whose old lead singer is tearing us apart from the inside. When our label demotes us from our own headlining act to be her band, we are furious... until we meet her. We want to hate her, but she's too perfect. Oli is bright, positive, bubbly, and everything we could dream of in an omega. She doesn't have a malicious bone in her body and has advocated for us from the beginning. It should be perfect.

We're created from birth to unite soulmates and stop the monsters that would tear them apart. We're trained to fight, to kill… and born without the ability to feel the thing we give. A cupid can't feel love. A cupid can't have a soulmate. And a cupid can't fall in love with their sworn enemy, with the monster they're destined to destroy. Until… Theo.

In a world divided by shadows and light, Seren was born between both. But her world shattered when the fae arrived, when she discovered one was her mate, and when the kingdom's shield cracked, revealing a whole new world. Trapped in the fae lands, Seren has no other choice but to make a deal. One that forces her into the brutal trials of Túr Rí. But this is no Guards Competition. To return home, she must survive three deadly trials, endure ruthless games, and face competitors who will stop at nothing to see her dead.

Sometimes a girl just needs to get away from it all and sip some margaritas on the beach with her besties. Well, that was my plan until the very guys I'm trying to get away from somehow find me. Apparently, I'm their mate... something I'm slowly getting used to. Because, despite my need to put distance between me and the four gods—Adrian, Kyros, Mateo, and Maximus—I haven't been able to stop thinking about them. I have to make it up to the guys and prove that I'm in this for the long haul, and I'm not running away again…

Salem's guide to making a dragon break up with him: Step 1: Don't sleep with him. (No, seriously, don't). And definitely don't let him into your apartment; he won't leave. Step 2: Deny being mates and don't fall in love with him. Steps one and two failed. Gregori is too stubborn and irresistible.

Despite beating the queen at her own wicked game and completing the Fae Heir Trials, the tyrant refuses to hand over the crown. Instead, she claims she'll rule forever. Using corrupt blood magic, she's made herself immortal.

For as long as I can remember, I've felt its whispers beneath my skin, pulling me toward something I can't name. But I never expected the sea to answer back until the day I found the ruins. Until the day they came for me.