Supernatural Urban Fantasy

Tessa a trouvé refuge chez les Chasseurs d'Ombres. Mais le danger rôde et le mystérieux Magistère est prêt à tout pour mettre la main sur elle... Menacée et tiraillée entre Jem et Will, Tessa va découvrir que les secrets et les mensonges peuvent corrompre même les cœurs les plus purs.

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.

Spring Thorne's life is a mess. The man Spring loves seems to loathe her, family enemies are coming out of the woodwork, and her mother remains in a 20-year stasis, waiting on ancient artifacts to revive her. When Spring's uncle asks her to retrieve one of the final two objects, she jumps at the chance - until she finds out dear old Uncle Alastair has also recruited Knox Carlyle; the recent bane of her not-so-idyllic existence.

Cursed with powers she can’t name, Sloane Cabot has vowed to catch the Rogue who turned her into a monster and killed her family. Too bad a broodingly hot mage is bound to keep her on the straight and narrow.

Aileen has always been certain of a few undeniable facts - black raspberry is the only ice cream flavor that matters, vampires can't be trusted, and her loyalty, once given, is unquestionable. When a late-night visitor shows up needing her help, she agrees without hesitation. It's not long before a pounding at her door reminds her that nothing is ever as straightforward as it seems. Now, with her friend missing, Aileen realizes her simple favor leads to consequences she cannot avoid as she finds herself drawn further into a world she's done everything to escape.

Egypt, 1912. In an alternate Cairo infused with the otherworldly, the Ministry of Alchemy, Enchantments, and Supernatural Entities investigate disturbances between the mortal and the (possibly) divine. What starts off as an odd suicide case for Special Investigator Fatma el-Sha’arawi leads her through the city’s underbelly as she encounters rampaging ghouls, saucy assassins, clockwork angels, and plot that could unravel time itself, in P. Djèlí Clark's Tor.Com Original, A Dead Djinn in Cairo.

I expected to be fulfilled, less confused when all the secrets about who I am come to light. Instead, the revealed truths have left me more devastated than ever. Chasing ghosts of the past and running into a kid who claims to know all about me isn't all that bad, until I have to put my trust in a complete stranger, and make a deal with a fairy. The clock is ticking. It's only a matter of time before people start to figure out out who I am and where I come from if I'm not careful, and I'm not exactly known for being careful.

"My name is Rylee, and I am a Tracker." When children go missing, and the Humans have no leads, I'm the one they call. I am their last hope in bringing home the lost ones. I salvage what they cannot. O’Shea is AWOL, and Tracking him is proving to be harder than I expected. Not to mention the small fact that I have the Beast of Bodmin Moor chasing me across Europe, in a race against the odds, and my life as the prize. But those things are minor compared to the secrets that finally come to light. Secrets I wish had stayed hidden in the darkness....

Taylor is the name, John Taylor. My card says I'm a detective, but what I really am is an expert on finding lost things. It's part of the gift I was born with as a child of the Nightside. I left there a long time ago, with my skin and sanity barely intact. Now I make my living in the sunlit streets of London. But business has been slow lately, so when Joanna Barrett showed up at my door, reeking of wealth, asking me to find her runaway teenage daughter, I didn't say no.

Betrayed by those whom she trusted, Isalla was cast down from the heavens and into the heart of the hells. Bereft of her wings, the angel was rescued by Kanae, a demoness who challenges Isalla's belief of what demons should be.

Oasis Natrun: a private, exclusive, highly secret luxury health spa for mummies, high in the hills above Marseille, equipped with the very latest in therapeutic innovations both magical and medical. To Dr. Greta Helsing, London's de facto mummy specialist, it sounds like paradise. But when Greta is invited to spend four months there as the interim clinical director, it isn't long before she finds herself faced with a medical mystery that will take all her diagnostic skill to solve.

People say I'm a weirdo. Sure, my idea of a party is a mini box of wine and hanging out with a feral raccoon, but it works for me. When I’m accused of murder, things get crazy. One, I learn that I have magic. Two, there’s a secret magical city hidden right in London itself. And three, my only hope is a vampire who’s sexy as sin and scary as the devil himself. He's called the Devil of Darkvale, and he all but owns Guild City. Some say I should just quit and turn myself in. Not a chance. I’m going to solve this murder myself.

She's hidden her identity for years, all to keep her and her family safe, but running from supernatural beings comes at a cost. When her daughter unexpectedly dies, under mysterious circumstances, Katherine is left with more questions than answers and a sinking feeling that her past has come back to haunt her.

When the life you wanted has crumbled beneath your fingers, there's nothing left to do but pick up the pieces and soldier on. You've done this before. But what happens when you no longer feel like yourself anymore? When fires spontaneously start up around you, when you hear growling coming from underneath your bed, and you no longer recognize your face in the mirror. What happens then? Ghost-hunter Perry Palomino doesn't have much time to find out. Now, the evil she used to hunt is a lot closer to home.

You may know me best as Meredith Nic Essus, princess of faerie. Or perhaps as Merry Gentry, Los Angeles private eye. In the fey and mortal realms alike, my life is the stuff of royal intrigue and celebrity drama. Among my own, I have confronted horrendous enemies, endured my noble kins treachery and malevolence, and honored my duty to conceive a royal heirall for the right to claim the throne.

The Deadmen are back...but so are the demons who have broken free of their eternal prison and are bent on mankind’s destruction. The worst of the lot is Vine, determined to claim their lives for taking hers. She will see the world burn...and has the perfect lure to destroy them all. One of their own.

Jane Finch wishes her problems ended with a bad commute and no coffee. But when she and her beloved Great Dane, Schrodinger, emerge from a locked room they discover a city changed for the undead. Zombies are everywhere. Some are endlessly cycling through their last actions, others have turned feral—and hungry. Jane and Schroddie's best chance for survival? Reaching her parents' bunker on the city's north shore. Not an easy commute on foot—when surrounded by zombies. Dodging stray bullets and feral zombies is one thing. But soon Jane realizes one of the zombies is following her.

When the Faction shows up in Creel Creek, it may mean Constance will finally find out the truth about her mother's disappearance. But the secretive magical organization has a long history of covering up the facts. She won't get them so easily. When murders begin popping up all over the country with ties to the supernatural, a hunter sets his sights on the small town. He kills three shifters with his sword. And he's not the only thing that's putting the paranormal community in danger. The Creel Creek After Dark podcast convention has its own surprise in store.

Three years ago, an archaeological expedition led by Vatican scholar Juan Vargas discovered something unusual on the shores of the Dead Sea. Early the next morning, Father Vargas, and the artifact he uncovered, disappeared without a trace. Until now. An injured and badly dehydrated Father Vargas wanders out of the New Mexican desert, telling a wild story about a secret research installation and bloodthirsty demons hunting men through its halls.

My name is Drood, Eddie Drood, aka Shaman Bond. For generations my family has protected you ordinary mortals against things that lurk in the darkness, just out of sight, but not at all out of mind. Unfortunately, I’ve had a falling out with my near and dear (some of whom were trying to kill me), so my true love - and powerful witch - Molly Metcalf and I are now in the employ of The Department of the Uncanny. We’ve been given an Extremely Important Assignment: attend Casino Infernale, an annual event held by the Shadow Bank, financiers of all global supernatural crime. Our mission: rig the game and bring down the Shadow Bank.