Showing results for "Clan" in Paranormal

En visite en France dans sa famille, Alya fait la connaissance de Nico, flic séduisant et meilleur ami de Jess, mais tout bascule lorsqu'il disparaît. Tous comprennent très vite qu'une cause surnaturelle est responsable de cet enlèvement. Un nouveau danger les menace. Ils vont devoir affronter l'ennemi le plus redouté des loups s'ils veulent sauver leur vie. Alya décide de braver son destin pour porter secours à Nico, cet homme qui l'attire malgré leurs différences.

Elizabeth is certain she's not meant to rule the Southeastern White Tooth pack. Since birth, she's been told she was the wolf pack's fated leader. She is, after all, the firstborn of the pack alpha. But how can she lead them if she's never shifted? She doubts herself, but her fate is tied to the moon, and Elizabeth is honor-bound to fulfill her destiny. But evil forces lurk in the shadows. Not every wolf shifter in the pack wants Elizabeth to take power. When the Wolf Council sanctions Elizabeth as the official Fated Alpha, enemies attack her family, killing her parents.

Tout ce que Robbie Fontaine a toujours voulu, c'est un endroit où être à sa place. Après la mort de sa mère, il passe de meute en meute, tissant des liens temporaires afin de ne pas devenir sauvage. Cela lui suffit - jusqu'à ce qu'il reçoive une convocation du bastion des loups de Caswell dans le Maine. La vie en tant que fidèle second de Michelle Hughes - l'Alpha suprême - enseigne à Robbie - devenu l'ami proche d'un gentil vieux mage - ce que cela signifie de faire partie d'une meute, d'avoir une famille.

Gordo Livingstone n'a jamais oublié les leçons gravées dans sa peau. Endurci par la trahison d'une meute qui l'a abandonné, il a cherché le réconfort dans le garage de sa minuscule ville de montagne, se jurant de ne plus jamais s'impliquer dans les affaires des loups. Cela aurait dû être suffisant. Et ça l'a été, jusqu'à ce que les loups reviennent, et avec eux, Mark Bennett. Au final, ils ont affronté la bête ensemble en tant que meute... et ont gagné.

In a world where dragons rule, they were once a respected and powerful clan. Now, they are outcasts and dysfunctional. Working as enforcers, and feared by most everyone, their goal is to hunt down whoever is kidnapping and torturing their kind and destroy them. But their time is limited; without their Innamorata, they are barely holding on to their sanity.

If someone told me I'd land in a fantasy world and meet my seven-foot husband by flinging myself into his arms so hard we end up horizontal, I'd have laughed it off as a joke. I'm tiny. But it turns out I'm a witch with hidden powers! I can move things with my mind! Instead of being upset I keep crashing into him, the gorgeous orc warrior is thrilled I'm so powerful.

Getting caught blowing the whistle on a mob boss isn't the worst part of my day. No, that would be getting sucked through a portal to Faerie. Or finding out I'm a witch who can fly . . . very, very badly. Or fighting off a soul-sucking fae who wants to drain me dry. Or getting stuck in a tree, flashing an orc my hot-pink panties. Actually, that last one might not be so bad. Dravarr's scowls highlight his smoldering eyes and sharp cheekbones, and his touch makes me swoon. Especially since he has to hold me all day and night to keep me from floating away. But the soul-sucking fae come back.

Staying away from my lakeside hometown was the plan, but Mom died suddenly. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient Native American graves in our backyard. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. As we made preparations for her burial, unnervingly odd and beautiful newcomers poured into my small town. A coroner with emerald eyes and black hair, much too young for the job. An arrogant blond socialite, who lived to get under my skin. And a tattooed Native man, who wasn’t supposed to be alive.

Stuck slinging pizzas in the deadest of dead-end jobs, I make a wish. In a blink, I'm teetering on top of a standing stone in Faerie, where I have magical powers! And monsters fighting over me! Thank god, the orc wins. A fierce and deadly warrior, Rovann's nothing but gentle with me.

Long ago, during the Great Purge, the witches that had grown too many in number and too powerful were destroyed. The high fae council saw that the balance of good and evil had been tipped too far in one direction, and it had to be rectified. So they killed all of the witches and their creator...or so they thought. But they were wrong. Volcan, the high fae, had bided his time, hiding in the Dark Forest.

The Romanian Grey Wolves have been kicked, beaten, and stomped - assailed from every side. Yet every time evil thinks it's gotten the upper hand, the wolves come roaring back to protect their own. No darkness can stand against them, especially when they fight united with their supernatural allies. But what happens when the darkness refuses to stand and fight?