Showing results for "Harlow" in Fantasy

The heart of a war-like people claimed by a new Face of the Goddess after her heroic, brutal slaying of a corrupted legend, the Goddess moves to press her advantage. War is coming. The battle to decide the West brews toward a fateful defense. Many forces and powers must be salvaged, stirred, and consolidated, not the least of which are the tombs and tomes of the distant past. As always, they beckon. Only deity can answer the call. Mere mortals must hold down the fort…

No warning. No explanation. Few survivors. Now we're all trying to get by as society collapses around us. Survival is a battle and it's getting worse every day. Food is scarce and the shelves are all bare. Finding medication for my little brother is impossible, and my desperation is growing as my options narrow.

Dancing in a rowdy nightclub isn’t most girls’ career plans, but Ava makes it work. Bump, grind, flirt—easy as pie. Her life shatters when she’s marked. A human that can have dragon shifter babies is a prize worth killing for, and her stalker is ready to be a dad. When her apartment burns down, Ava learns a fun fact. Stalkers don’t like being rejected. And hers will stop at nothing to claim her as his own. One man can help her. Baz—King of the Seattle dragon shifters and definitely not a gangster. Despite the warnings to stay away from him, his protection is her only hope.

Key allies rescued from the darkness, the Goddess of Mirrors and Fate turns to the bright, new future she dreams of. The road ahead is long, but she runs to it all the same. Time is always short. A brand new [Domain] awaits capture, and that there are obstacles in the way is never in question. Sometimes, the best policy was to hit them head-on, the best tactic to take the fight to your enemies first.

The Goddess rises up through the ashes of dead divinity to light a beacon for a world of ancient shadows. To conquer the reflections beyond, she must face the one that lies in the mirror. A cherished companion left in jeopardy, the Mystery Cult of the Goddess of Mirrors, Fate, Illusion, and Light has nonetheless grown and prospered, crushing its enemies and forging key alliances in two powerful cities. Faith Energy? Followers? Gold? It’s all rolling in. Her cup overflows. But to wake the one she cares for so dearly, she’d toss it all aside in an instant.

The Goddess Samantha, new domains of deific influence primed for the world below, charges ahead to kindle the fires of a new order. Questions of her true origins and significance abound, but the path forward is the same as it is for any mortal: one foot in front of the other. Buried in the dirt is the call of risk, reward, and sacrifice. Time to dig deep, baby.

Sammy struggled through college until she's magically transported to another realm. In this new world, she's been transformed into the wholly (holy?) different form of a goddess. Now she has to acquire followers to appease the ever helpful System. The worst part, her powers have something to do with mirrors. Go figure. Sammy will struggle to take over the world, one follower at a time and in doing so, save more than herself. Join her in this progression fantasy from the seat of power.

After the harrowing events of a fateful encounter with the very best of the Dominion wizards and psionicists, the Goddess Samantha and her realm must deal with the fallout. Souls, as always. A prisoner of Heaven; a new rival and questionable ally; a runaway with intimate and sensitive knowledge. Every encounter holds echoes of Lives Before, and each echoes again to awaken the greater forces stirring deep within them all. The keys to unlock a new era continue to fall into her hands. But can this heroine find the right doors to open?

Starla's witchcraft hides a terrible secret. She's a rare human able to have shifter children. Her magical disguise is the only thing keeping her from becoming a dragon baby factory. Over her dead body. She has a job. Too many people need her for a stupid destiny to upend her life. There's one problem—her fated mate. Mars, the dragon shifter's mercenary, is her own personal demon. Hotter than sin and a stone-cold psychopath, his obsession with her threatens to ruin everything. His presence pushes her magic to its limits. If he gets too close, he'll figure out their connection.

Axel is never going to a nightclub again. One night off from being a grumpy old man and a pretty young thing ruins his damn life. He should have known better. Despite her firecracker nature, Nadine is human. Small. Delicate. Fragile. He needs her out of his infirmary before she gets hurt in a way that even a doctor can't fix. Trouble brews among the cold-blooded dragon shifters, and his nurse has a target on her back. Her innocence calls to his need to protect. Her delicious scent and fertile body call to something much darker.

After losing her home and everything she knows, Hazel has one way out—a deal with the local dragon shifters. As a rare human able to have shifter children, she's treasured among the male dragons. Like anything precious, she needs to be protected. The live-in bodyguard is a little much, though.\ Her new roommate, tattooed, grumpy Jay, is immune to her upbeat attitude. His blackout rages whenever men touch her mean she's behaving herself whether she likes it or not. When she goes into heat, all she wants is him.

It's been five years since I died and I'm still here. Still haunting this world. I've all but given up hope of passing on the other side when I'm dragged to a spring performance with Yelina and Jericho. It's there that I see the most beautiful phantom I've ever witnessed dancing on the stage. Only after meeting her do I realize how similar we are. But darkness chases her, keeping her distant from me. But how far am I willing to go to find peace?

Surviving year two left more than scars. It awakened something ancient within me—something the academy can no longer ignore. Now cast into a realm of ash and bone, where the dead walk and the living bleed magic to survive, I find myself not just battling beasts and illusions, but the shadows of my own bloodline. The throne I never wanted whispers my name in every flame. And I'm no longer sure the glamour I wear is hiding me…or holding me back.

In the twisted halls of Wicked Academy's second year, nothing is as it seems. Surviving Year One was just the beginning. Now in the Faerie realm, where time bends and memories fade like morning mist, I discover the true meaning of wickedness. With each passing hour, the line between ally and enemy blurs beyond recognition. The bonds I forged with my three paranormal princes crack beneath the weight of unspoken truths.

Love? Loyalty? Protection? Just whispers of hope, I stopped listening to. The Cold Moon Pack made sure of it—breaking me piece by piece, stripping away every part of who I was. Until they crashed into my world. Uninvited. Unapologetic. Impossible to stop. Three dangerously possessive wolf shifters who I never expected to notice me at all. One with golden eyes who watches me like I already belong to him. One with a sharp tongue and a sunshine grin that hides a storm of violence. And one tattooed in shadows, whose darkness calls to something fractured—and burning—inside me.

The darkness within me grows stronger every day, threatening to consume the person I once was. I crave the company of Kicks and the others I love—and yet fear to let them close to the monster I am becoming. So when Death calls in her bargain and tells me to go to Scotland, I'm eager to end the debt I owe her. But her vengeance is sure to bring more pain and heartache. Instead of the healing I seek, I'll surely form more enemies and dole out more death. The end of this bargain might destroy any hope of a new beginning…

Since most of the world died on Death Day, I've been on the move with my little brother, trying to find a safe haven. The constant fight for our survival is wearing me down to nothing, as my walls grow higher with each new betrayal. Most days, it takes everything I have to keep it together. So when I finally get to Kicks' pack in Arkansas, the place seems too good to be true. Kicks seems too good to be true. Just when I'm on the verge of accepting that I've found somewhere safe for us, I realize there's one last threat that can't be fixed: me.

I thought I was a fake, a spiritual guide doling out nothing more than a placebo effect to the pack. Turns out I'm more legitimate than anyone realizes—and more deadly. It doesn't matter whether I'm the real thing or not, whether the pack has accepted me or not, because Duncan's mate never will and she's in charge. As long as he still wants me in his bed, she'll want me in a grave.