Showing results for "Falling" in Fantasy

For years, I have been living in secret, in a safe haven called Eridian for wolves and others alike inside The Deadlands. Hiding from the Highers' laws and the eyes of the Elites, the Highers' weapon, I make sure we survive the best we can while we live our simple lives. When we collected a female in need to bring her back to Eridian, it was supposed to go as planned, like any other time. And it did until a letter changed it all. As Alpha of Eridian, I have to keep our home a secret and my pack safe at any cost. Even if the cost is me.

Confined in close quarters, a human woman and a demon are forced to share their truths and confront their aversions to intimacy in the first of Falling for Demons.

Wenn der erste Stern zur Erde fällt … Ihr ist immer kalt. Egal, was sie tut, sie friert schon ihr ganzes Leben. Niemand glaubt ihr. Kein Arzt, kein Therapeut und auch nicht ihre Eltern. Man stempelt sie als Psycho ab. Einzig intime Momente können die Kälte kurzfristig vertreiben und auf der Suche nach Wärme taumelt Aurora von einem Mann zum nächsten. Sie verliert sich in der Sinnlosigkeit eines exzessiven Lebens. Bis ein Unfall passiert und Sozialstunden sie in ein Insel-Camp für junge Erwachsene befördern. Dort trifft sie auf Raymond Ore.

Jessica Grant liaises with Otherworlders for York Council so she knows that falling in love with a vampire takes a leap of faith. But her lover Sil wouldn't run out on her, he wouldn't let his demon get the better of him. Or would he? With her loyalties already questioned for defending zombies, the Otherworlders no one cares about, Jess must choose which side she's on. Whatever she decides, there's a high price to pay.

Rahel gebietet über den Hochmut, eine der sieben Todsünden. Menschen wie sie werden von den unbarmherzigen Tugendwächtern, den Wardens, gejagt. Als man sie erwischt, wird sie gegen ihren Willen in die Academy of Sins gebracht. Dort soll sie lernen, mit ihrer Macht umzugehen–oder bei dem Versuch sterben. Für den Warden Asher ist Rahel die Chance, sich endlich zu beweisen. Freiwillig übernimmt er ihre Bewachung, nicht ahnend, dass sie alles infrage stellen wird, woran er glaubt. Und eine verbotene Leidenschaft in ihm weckt, die immer wieder in Konflikt mit seiner Pflicht gerät …

Shadowmoor has forged me into who I am today, and I have the mark and scars to prove it. I never thought I'd see the light again, but it seems destiny has other plans for me. My father's arrival means life as I know it is about to change. Silvercrest Academy trains and prepares the most gifted and privileged among us for their future contributions to the Monarchy. I may come from the right family, but I am a void.

Who would have thought I'd need to die to really come into my own? But with my growing valkyrie powers and the scorching-hot Norse gods who resurrected me by my side, I've never felt more alive. If only I could take a moment to enjoy my new home in Asgard. Unfortunately, our recent triumph has enraged a power-hungry giant who wants to see me dead all over again, along with everyone and everything I care about. And then there's our newly returned leader...

He's the current bane of my existence… and the hot monster haunting my dreams. Maybe if he weren't also the single father of one of my students, I'd be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere. I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right?

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…

This is not a fish out of water, enemies to lovers romantasy. This is me—a barely functional adult—attempting to live my best life, which consists solely of reading books, eating cheese, and falling asleep on the couch. It does not include making friends with werewolf chihuahuas, meeting a moth faerie prince, or defeating a boogeyman.

Trapped in a tower by the emperor who conquered her homeland, Daella yearns for an escape. But as one of the few half-orcs left in the world, she knows she'll never be free, much less find her own happily ever after. Destiny takes an unexpected turn when the emperor offers her a deal. To earn her freedom, she must journey to the mysterious Isles of Fable and track down wielders of outlawed dragon magic. Eager to seize her chance, Daella agrees. When a brutal storm tosses her ship off course, she washes up on the wrong island—right at the feet of Rivelin, a gruff but handsome elven blacksmith.

Each year, the chasm-dwelling dwarves compete in a series of trials to find the best among them. Chocolate-loving Astrid has never bothered to enter. She'd rather tend to her garden, bake moss cakes, or search the mines for a way to break her curse which forever binds her to the mountains. But someone else puts forth her name. She has no choice but to take part, especially when she learns the champion will win the Everstone—a gemstone with enough magic to break her curse. At long last, Astrid's freedom is within reach.

She spends her days on the road with her famous Traveling Tavern and only a dragon to keep her company. Despite longing for a deeper connection, she knows she's destined to wander the world alone. When she meets a handsome stranger on her journey to the winter festival, she finally feels she's found a kindred spirit…until he vanishes in the early morning without so much as a goodbye. Turns out, he rushed ahead to reach the festival first with his own traveling tavern, one he never mentioned.

Wer hätte gedacht, dass ich sterben muss, um meine Berufung zu finden? Ich habe mich noch nie so lebendig gefühlt wie jetzt, da meine Walküre-Kräfte stärker werden und ich die superheißen nordischen Götter an meiner Seite habe, die mich wiederauferstehen ließen. Wenn ich mir doch nur einen Moment gönnen könnte, um mein neues Zuhause in Asgard zu genießen. Leider hat unser jüngster Triumph einen machtgierigen Riesen erzürnt, der mich erneut töten will zusammen mit allen und allem, was mir wichtig ist.