Showing results for "Jacks" in Dark Fantasy

Pandemonium: a twilight dimension of nightmare creatures, mythical beings, the undead, and everything in between. To Dead Jack, it’s hell sweet hell. In the first book of the series, the tortured, drug-addicted detective and his associate, the homunculus Oswald, face rogue leprechauns, ghost pirates, a sex-obsessed shark woman, sycophantic ghouls, an insecure fire demon, and a goateed maniac who calls himself the Duke of Pandemonium.

The world is changing, and it needs a new Alpha. It needs me. I was doing well enough before the Apocalypse, but fast cars and penthouses mean nothing when the world changes into a wasteland filled with parasite-infested mutants. Now, the iron will that made me king of the boardroom is going to make me king of this new world. I am going to unlock my true power, I’m going to cultivate it, and I am going to dominate!

Eddie Strike's bland life is a distant memory. Now the Steward of a magical, grumpy house on the Isle of Man, he's navigating a world of fae, vampires, and cosmic horrors—while trying to juggle two powerful dungeon fairies. When a discovery links a mad fae artist to gruesome murders and an ancient conspiracy, Eddie is dragged into the heart of a cosmic prison where terrors lay in wait. After escaping with his allies by his side, he must confront a Black Dragon, survive a landscape riddled with death, and piece together the fragments of a plot that threatens to unravel the fabric of reality.

One moment, everything was normal. Then the World Core woke up and slaughtered almost everything alive so it could harvest their Chi. After that, it rebuilt everything and put the survivors in a game-like environment, pitting them against monsters and each other. The rules are different now. Chi power is as important as being able to fight. I'm one of the survivors. With my knowledge of martial arts and my special Chi skill, I'm turning myself into a force to be reckoned with. And the women I meet along the way? Let's just say there's more than one advantage to joining my party.

A devastating attack by the lich Quatach-Ichl has left Zorian and Zach reeling as their remaining restarts tick away. As they recover, they make preparations for their final confrontations with Red Robe, the lich, the primordial being, and the invaders—all within the shadow of a question they can’t answer: can Zorian and Zach both survive outside the time loop? When the time loop is broken, sacrifices will be made, bonds will be tested, and trust will be more important than any magical skill or power—and even then, success is not guaranteed.

One moment, everything was normal. Then the World Core woke up and slaughtered almost everything alive so it could harvest their Chi. After that, it rebuilt everything and put the survivors in a game-like environment, pitting them against monsters and each other. The rules are different now. Chi power is as important as being able to fight. I'm one of the survivors. With my knowledge of martial arts and my special Chi skill, I'm turning myself into a force to be reckoned with. And the women I meet along the way? Let's just say there's more than one advantage to joining my party.

Gormon Hughes has elevated himself. Twenty-odd years ago, he was a desperate young man, broken-hearted and in danger of being literally eaten alive by debt collectors. Ten years ago, he helped untangle the mystery of the Spring-Heeled Jane murders. Now he is the President-Elect of his home country. He has a daughter. He has a multi-world-spanning conflict on his hands.

My shadow prince was wrested from my arms and dragged through a portal, and I don't know who took him or why. Damien showed me my power as a woman and as a mage, and he means everything to me. He built me back up after my ex tore me down. And now he's gone. I'll stop at nothing to free him, but when I learn the vampire queen is responsible, things get complicated. The subterranean city of Night Haven isn't accessible by humans, and even the most powerful magical creatures in my life won't dare challenge the vicious and bloodthirsty Valeska.

Jack Serpent is the only person to have survived the Scriver Trials. With that, he became a lore keeper for the origin of monsters, a spy, and hybrid soldier able to withstand crushing magic. Ever since a coven of Strygan murdered his family, he’s set out to discover and record what plagues the continents. It’s the sort of highly valuable knowledge that could change wars and divide kingdoms.

I left my abusive crime boss husband expecting to start over from nothing. After all, the prenup I signed when I married him is ironclad. But when Tony uses a loophole in the law to go after my ancestral family home—the one I'm currently living in and my grandmother is dying in—I'm desperate to stop him. My witch best friend Maeve offers a solution. She lends me a family spell to call a supernatural advocate to deal with Tony. After all, it takes a monster to stop a monster.

Ten years have passed since Gormon Hughes joined the Scarlet Citadel. Now a legendary agent of its power, Hughes is confronted by a much darker legend. A recent spate of killings has been tied to the old story of Spring-Heeled Jack. Approached by a grizzled officer from his home District, Hughes commits himself to solving the mystery. Does Jack really exist, or is he just a myth?

More murders, more ambition, and a whole lot more women. My life changed for the better when I bonded with an ancient, powerful Incubus. My status improved in leaps and bounds, I got to sleep with multiple women at once, and I even turned the tables on the Syndicate's most deadly hitman. As it turns out, being the bad guy can be fun if you don't mind killing a whole bunch of people. Trouble is, that type of overnight success tends to attract attention. And not the good kind. A mid-level Syndicate boss is out to destroy everything I hold dear.

I thought I had grown powerful enough. I thought I'd managed to tame all my enemies. But as the saying goes, there's always a bigger fish. And that means I no longer have a choice. I have to risk everything I've accomplished until now. Because I'm no longer a low-status loser, and I will not accept anything less than total victory. It's either that or death. Look out world. Here I come.

When I took my place as a mid-level boss for a crime syndicate, I thought my life would be easy. Turns out, I just attracted a much more powerful enemy, one that could literally drag my demon-powered ass all the way down into Hell. Looks like I'm going to need to find out just how far murders and mayhem can take me. Good thing I have my own personal Incubus along for the ride, and that leveling up is an absolute pleasure!

I'm not the bad guy. I'm just tired of being the low-status nobody everyone treats like shit, and I've finally found a way to even the score. But bonding with an ancient, powerful demon is just the first step. After centuries of inactivity, that demon is at a low ebb. Turns out, my demon is an Incubus. Guess how he powers back up? That's right. By seducing women, as many as he can get.

Jacky Rowan once slew giants. In this thrilling sequel, she is tricked and then enslaved by a master of vicious Unseelie creatures. This cruel thief is bent on stealing his very sustenance—not only from Jacky—but from all of the Seelie faerie court. Only the Moon herself and a handsome young fiddler, unaware of Faerie and the power of his music, have the magic to set Jacky free.

Jack Harper can raise the dead, and those she resurrects she also controls. She belongs to an ancient race of magical beings called “ferrics,” though she is the first of her kind with this power. Having just escaped Jonathon Roth and his kill-for-hire organization, her new target is the demonic Builder, architect of damnation. She must act fast, too, because the ferrics’ last countermeasure - a plasmatic weapon - is dwindling away.

Avant d'être cet esprit célèbre d'Halloween, errant pour l'éternité dans les ténèbres avec sa lanterne en citrouille, Jack était un homme... Découvrez son histoire. Conte sonorisé en AUDIO 3D.

Jack the Ripper war tot! Der unheimliche Frauenmörder aus dem letzten Jahrhundert hatte längst sein Grab gefunden. Aber war er wirklich tot? Plötzlich tauchte er in London wieder auf und mordete wie zuvor. Ich bekam den Auftrag ihn zu jagen.

Der Mann, der den kleinen Wohnraum betrat, trug auf seinen Armen eine entsetzlich zugerichtete Leiche. Bei jedem seiner Schritte baumelten die leblos nach unten hängenden Arme und Beine der Toten hin und her. Vor einem Gemälde blieb der Unheimliche stehen, bückte sich und legte den Leichnam vorsichtig auf die schwarz gestrichenen Holzbohlen...