Showing results for "Clan" in Fantasy

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.

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.

There were three things I was certain about. I would never commit murder. I would never strike another bargain. I would never spurn the man I loved to marry the man I loathed. But I murdered, I bargained, and then… I married.

I wasn’t the sort of girl who believed in fairytales, let alone tales about faeries. But that changed the day Faeries came to my small town and Hunters rose from their graves. On that fateful day, I received a book, a peculiar collection of myths and legends. Turns out it was so much more than stories. And just as I was on the verge of unlocking its secrets, it was stolen from me by someone I called a friend. Now, I don’t know who to turn to, who to trust. All I know is that there are two sides, and I am straddling the great divide because I am both Faerie and Hunter.

I was locked out of Neverra—a death sentence for faeries born on the isle. Unless I found a way back home, the fire in my veins would extinguish, and with it, my life. That was how I ended up stuck on Earth, with for only companion, a grumpy hunter who hated me for what I was and what I'd done. If I'd known marking him would carry my voice into his mind, I would've kept my magic to myself. No… that wasn't true. I would've marked him sooner. After all, I was mute, so no one had ever heard my voice, until him.

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.

Очнувшись после покушения, Лиза понимает, что от неё прежней не осталось ровным счетом ничего. "Жизнь с чистого листа", - как сказал один из осматривавших её целителей. Только с чистого ли? Старые умения и навыки пропали, зато загадочно появились новые.

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?