Urban Supernatural

The dead do not rest till they get what they want. You have arrived in the hills. In here, you are surrounded by dense, menacing forests, enveloped in a deadly silence... You never know what lurks here in the cold, dark night. Do not walk alone after sunset in the hills. A beautiful woman in white haunts the Lonely pathways, looking to enchant and ensnare men... All the people who died in accidents here... They say you hear their screams at night. And the deserted lodges sitting amidst lush greenery and calm streams...

Psychiatrist Dr. Madeline Wyle (Chastain) has staked everything on a truth no one will believe: that the people being taken, and changed, hold the key to what's coming. Now she confronts Resident 9 (Mandy Patinkin), a mysterious man with impossible knowledge of her past, while a former NASA scientist (Michael Shannon) surfaces with evidence of an alien artifact. At the same time, John Lewin (Bobby Cannavale) will do anything to shield his supernaturally gifted daughter, Sophie, from those who want to control what she's becoming.

The Youngbloods are a dysfunctional family from hell—literally. The mafia-like demon family got stranded on Earth during an infernal invasion gone wrong and have spent eons maintaining a fragile peace. But Petra Youngblood has strained the family bonds by breaking a cardinal rule: falling in love with a human. And not just any human: the sacrifice required to keep her family immortal. Even worse, the sacrifice, Killian Irons, is part of the secret society hell-bent on killing her family.

The Youngbloods are a mafia-like demon family, sent as a sinister advance team to prepare Earth for an infernal invasion. But when something goes wrong, the demon invasion never comes and the Youngbloods are stuck on crappy Earth with the worst creatures in the world—each other. Petra Youngblood is the family’s hunter. Her job: to track and kill the annual human sacrifice that keeps the Youngbloods immortal. Otherwise, they will crumble to dust. But as Petra is hunting down this year’s sacrifice, a man named Killian Irons, she breaks the first demonic rule.

The first in a trilogy, City of Ghosts is set in the Leningrad of 1951 where the shadows of the war and the threats of Stalinism loom large. Leningrad, 1951. The shadow of war lingers. Revol Rossel – once a virtuoso violinist with a glittering future – is now a humble state militia cop...

Matt has a terrible life. Seriously—it's awful. It is so bad that Dan the Demon is shocked when Matt turns down his infernal offer: 10 years of a blissful life in exchange for his soul. But Dan is a salesman behind on his quota and his demonic managers are running out of patience. He forges Matt's signature on the dotted line, stealing his soul and thrusting him into a supernatural world he never knew existed. Matt must learn to navigate the hidden society of demons, faeries, demigods, and worse.

Who would suspect that the same mind that created the most famous literary detective of all time also took on the eternally popular genre of vampires? Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, a contemporary of Bram Stoker, gave us some fascinating works of vampire fiction. From the bloodsucking plant in "The American's Tale" to the bloodsucking wife in "The Adventure of the Sussex Vampire," he reveled in the horror created by creatures who survived on the blood of men and women.

A call from a distraught wife, and another from Lt. Murphy of the Chicago PD Special Investigation Unit makes Harry believe things are looking up, but they are about to get worse, much worse. Someone is harnessing immense supernatural forces to commit a series of grisly murders. Someone has violated the first law of magic: Thou Shalt Not Kill. Tracking that someone takes Harry into the dangerous underbelly of Chicago, from mobsters to vampires....

The time is now. We are in a small room with the vampire, face to face, as he speaks—as he pours out the hypnotic, shocking, moving, and erotically charged confessions of his first two hundred years as one of the living dead. . . He speaks quietly, plainly, even gently . . . carrying us back to the night when he departed human existence as heir—young, romantic, cultivated—to a great Louisiana plantation, and was inducted by the radiant and sinister Lestat into the other, the "endless," life . . .

Harry Blackstone Copperfield Dresden is Chicago's only openly practicing wizard. He is also dead broke. His vast knowledge and magical skills are unfortunately matched by his talent for making powerful enemies and alienating friends. With little more than his integrity left, he accepts an offer of work from Lt. Karin Murphy of Chicago's Special Investigations Unit. He wants to redeem himself in Murphy's eyes and make enough money to quiet his rumbling stomach.

Within the deep woods of rural Alabama, along the forgotten southern course of the Black Warrior River, lies an unseen world long feared by the residents of the tiny town of Carlsdale. Down through the centuries, few people have survived a visit to this hidden place long enough to talk about it. Among these fortunate souls is Jack Kenney. Thirteen years old at the time of the event, Jack and his family were forced to flee Carlsdale in the aftermath and head north to the larger city of Tuscaloosa. Mercifully, the menace from their former home left them in peace for nearly eight years.

Every year, Blue Sargent stands next to her clairvoyant mother as the soon-to-be dead walk past. Blue never sees them--until this year, when a boy emerges from the dark and speaks to her. His name is Gansey, a rich student at Aglionby, the local private school. Blue has a policy of staying away from Aglionby boys. Known as Raven Boys, they can only mean trouble. But Blue is drawn to Gansey, in a way she can't entirely explain.

Victor and Eli started out as college roommates—brilliant, arrogant, lonely boys who recognized the same sharpness and ambition in one another. A shared research interest in adrenaline, near-death-experiences, and seemingly supernatural events reveals an intriguing possibility: that under the...

Try being a hunter living with werewolves. I’m the definition of “doesn’t fit in”. I’m not Pack, but I’m not the enemy, either. I struggle to survive among werewolves who are stronger and faster than me, and are competitive enough to break a bone or two for the sake of “fun.” Greyson, their alpha, is the worst of them all. Blatantly relentless and twice as deadly, Greyson rules the Pack and expands its territory even though it’s already the largest in the region.

A rich and immersive urban fantasy from award-winning author, Angela Slatter. Verity Fassbinder has her feet in two worlds. The daughter of one human and one Weyrd parent, she has very little power herself, but does claim unusual strength and the ability to walk between one world and the other...

Je suis de mauvaise humeur, c'est peu dire. Mon père est enfermé derrière des protections magiques infranchissables, Ezra n'a toujours pas pointé le bout de son nez et les elfes ont entamé une guerre civile pour savoir si je serai leur reine ou si je devais mourir d'un carreau d'arbalète dans le cœur. Pour l'instant, je constate que la deuxième hypothèse est la mieux partie, vu le nombre de tentatives d'assassinat dont je suis la cible.

Je m'appelle Anna et je vis depuis 4 ans dans le village de Sona, sûrement le plus calme et tranquille du monde depuis l'ouverture des portails. Enfin, ça c'était jusqu'à ce que Vlad, un fichu chevalier - oui, je les déteste - décide de venir mourir sur mon pas de porte. Bien sûr que je n'ai pas pu le laisser rendre son dernier souffle. Mais peut être aurais-je mieux fait ? Avec lui, les ennuis ont débarqué : en plus d'avoir des mercenaires aux fesses, Ersera, la servante des dieux, ne me lâche plus.

"Je tournai la tête vers lui et un nouveau sourire naquit sur mes lèvres. Ils étaient de plus en plus nombreux ces derniers jours. - Parfait, répondis-je. Je claquai des doigts au rythme de la chanson qui passait dans les enceintes de la voiture. Une étincelle attira mon attention. Une étincelle. Dans mes doigts. C'était tout à fait logique. Je claquai à nouveau et cette fois une flamme se mit à danser au creux de ma main. - Je crois qu'il se passe un truc, dis-je.

L'apocalypse s'est abattue. Enfin presque. Enfin oui. Enfin non. Enfin, ça dépend du point de vue. Du point de vue d'Archie, le manque de chamallows est une forme d'apocalypse, alors bon... La voilà en direction de chez ses parents, avec une seule envie : épouser un lance-flammes, histoire de cramer une fois pour toutes le manoir où ils vivent. Comment ça elle a un petit souci avec la famille ? Mais pas du tout, absolument pas, c'est la famille qui a un problème avec elle, ça n'a rien à voir.

Ici Jupi, voilà c'est officiel, j'ai pété un plomb. Les différentes personnes qui peuplent mon cerveau ont décidé de prendre les commandes pour écrire ce roman. Je vous le dis : si vous ouvrez ce livre, vous vous exposez à de la tarée-attitude. Une grosse dose de tarée-attitude. Ne venez pas dire que je ne vous ai pas prévenus, d'accord ?