Showing results for "The Hunt" in Fairy Tales

When my grandmother, the leader of the Rathmore Coven, summons me, I have no choice but to answer her call. To reach her, I must cross the Wood, the realm of Wotan, lord of the hunt. Rumors of his cruelty and brutality precede him, but nothing prepares me to meet the monster face to face. Because Wotan is more than a monster. He's a predator, a bully, and now he's claimed me as his pawn in his war against my grandmother. A master of torture, he's determined to master me, stripping me bare of all my secrets.

Fae games will change you . . . but their love will ruin you. At least, that's what my mother told me. My mother had three rules: 1. Never make a bargain with a fairy. 2. Never enter the Waywoods on a hunting day. 3. Never give the High Fae princes a reason to notice you. But even when I followed all the rules, the royal fae still took my family from me. So in one night I broke all three rules, and brought the kingdom to their knees.

Queen Lauriel hoards wealth and persecutes anyone with magic. She even cancels the Midwinter Glee festival, claiming that it wastes the Crown's money. But one cold night, the Wild Hunt rides across the sky, led by three majestic Fae. They've been called to teach the Queen a lesson, and if she can't learn it by their deadline, her throne won't be the only thing she'll lose.

A dazzling, surrealist fairy tale of a young woman's quest for house and home—from New York to the Texas hinterlands and, maybe, back again. The world is ending. It has been ending for some time. When did the ending begin? Perhaps when Evie’s mother died, or when her father died soon after...

My name's Tamara Bentley and lately everything I touch turns to crap. My best friend is missing, I was forced to kill my favorite aunt...oh, and my parents have been kidnapped by the queen of the fairies. It's enough to give a person a complex. There's no time to drown my sorrows, though. I've got two warring factions to contend with. Neither the witches nor the werewolves like me, much less respect me, but somehow I need to rally them to my cause if I'm to have any chance of rescuing my parents.

Patrick Hunt's Myths for All Time presents twelve of the most timeless Greek myths retold in an affable, succinct fashion. These twelve myths, which have survived through the millennia, are made applicable today through Hunt's emphasis on the overriding message of each story. With foundations in ancient Greek scholarship, society, and philosophy, these stories have grown and taken new forms and thus remain relevant.

It's all fun and games to them - especially when someone gets hurt. One god of mischief and mayhem. One god of fur and fang. And the god of death himself. They've all been out to get me since the school year began, but this semester, the Rabbit's got some tricks up her sleeve. It's time to take these three vicious gods down a peg, or 10, and there's no better route to revenge than directly through the heart.

Ice is a wicked deadly magic that creeps up dark corridors, threatening to crack all it touches. Valentina finds herself vulnerable behind enemy lines in the court of her nightmares. But frost has quieted her mind, ice has hardened her soul, and the Frost Witches of Winter Court have a power she never expected. Survival means making deals with unlikely allies of the North if she wants to return to The Court of Shadows.

Strange magic is in the air... or rain, rather. Seeing the bravery of those being slaughtered by Winter and frustrated with those who can't help but refuse, Valentina vows never to return to the broken chair in Otti Theater ever again. Especially once she learns what she truly is. Life may flow on Spring's breeze but it's pulling Valentina into dangerous fae court games that are determined to send her into the ground. Or worse, back to the endless fire of Autumn Court.

I'm an omega, but I'm wrong. Tainted. A glitch in the natural order. My dreams drag me to a shadow kingdom of cruel beauty where sinful alpha monsters reign supreme—crowned heads of various courts, their very presence igniting my inner omega that's laid dormant impatiently. Their crowns gleam with unholy light, their scents ignite a hunger in me I don't understand. I should submit. I should want to obey. Instead, I feel power stirring dangerously in my veins.