Urban Contemporary

Naya est une jeune Plumable parfaite sous tous rapports. Adam, lui, un jeune ange arrogant qui défie les règles. Ils sont nés le même jour et leurs plumes à tous deux sont noires. Tout les oppose, bien que leurs âmes aient été liées bien avant leur naissance. Mais ils ne le savent pas encore... " Fait Angélique numéro 100 : Avoir des ailes ne rend pas noble, cela permet simplement de voler. " Naya et Adam ont en commun des ailes noires, le même jour d'anniversaire et des pères aussi proches que des frères. Mais rien d'autre. Elle est la fille adorée d'un archange.

Je suis un peu submergée de problèmes : Kyle est devenu irritable et jaloux, Prudence a failli se retrouver bloqué dans le monde des chamans et une femme mystérieuse a été ressuscitée par quatre magiciens qui sèment la zizanie en ville. Alors quand je découvre que Kyle et sa meute ont disparu en laissant derrière eux du sang partout et le cadavre de Mikaël, c’est trop pour moi et je laisse la place à Kryfa, ma renarde. Kyle a-t-il perdu le contrôle ? Où a bien pu passer la meute ? En leur absence, je vais devoir gérer les humains et les empêcher de haïr les surnaturels pour tout ce qu’il s’est passé.

Born before man recorded time, I lived for thousands of years believing myself to be something I’m not. Someone I’m not. Lied to and betrayed by gods, Daimons, and Dark-Hunters, I’ve struggled to find my way. Trained as a slayer and predator, I learned to fit in and stay low. Until I was sent to kill the one woman I couldn’t. My hesitation cost her her life. Or so I thought. I’ve learned that this world is an illusion and that my Phoebe still lives. Now I will have to travel into the very pits of Hades to try and save her.

Newborn Dungeon Cores must choose what entity they help contain, and that choice determines what monsters they are able to summon. After being executed for crimes forgotten in death, Tira is given the chance to make that choice. Tira chose Acekorah, the Primeval Terror, a being so dangerous few cores will risk trying to contain it.

Mon nom est Myrina Holmes. Mes (rares) amis me surnomment "Myri", mes (nombreux) ennemis "l'Amazone". Mon job ? Traquer de féroces créatures surnaturelles à l'aide de mes pouvoirs et de mes armes. On ne va pas se mentir : ces derniers temps, ma vie ressemble à un mauvais film de série B. Une sœur succube à la rancune tenace, une carrière de Traqueuse en crocs de scie, une marque démoniaque qui m'empêche de faire des folies de mon corps et un ex-amant devenu Fédérateur des Pécheurs qui m'irrite fortement les écailles.

Achaeos the seer has finally tracked down the stolen Shadow Box. But he has only days before this magical artefact will be lost to him forever. Meanwhile, the Empire's dread forces are mustering for their next great offensive. Stenwold and his followers have only a short time to gather allies, before the enemy's soldiers march again – to conquer everything in their path. If Stenwold cannot hold them back, the hated black and gold flag will fly over every city in the Lowlands before the year's end.

Bruce Silver is the author of the Riftbreaker novels, one of the most popular, beloved fantasy book series of all time. He's got everything he's ever dreamed of having: freedom to tell the stories he wants to tell, legions of enthusiastic fans who wait eagerly to see what he'll write next, and a really nice car. But despite all that, Bruce finds himself dissatisfied, battling an ennui he can't quite put his finger on. So he decides to do what anyone would do in his situation: burn it all down by unexpectedly killing off Carpathian Einzgear, Riftbreaker's cherished hero.

A new Prism has appeared, but the monster waves are coming faster than ever. Will humanity's hope prove to be too little, too late? Meanwhile, Aden has too many voices to listen to. This is his life, but it turns out much of what he thought he knew about his past may be false.

James Stark, a.k.a. Sandman Slim, crawled out of Hell, took bloody revenge for his girlfriend’s murder, and saved the world along the way. After that, what do you do for an encore? You take a lousy job tracking down monsters for money. It’s a depressing gig, but it pays for your beer and cigarettes. But in L.A., things can always get worse. Like when Lucifer comes to town to supervise his movie biography and drafts Stark as his bodyguard.

Diviner Alex Verus finally made one too many enemies on the Council of Mages, and now one of them is angry enough to have him executed. Fighting for his life is nothing new, but this kill order also calls for the death of Alex's dependents - and there's no way that he'll let Luna, Anne, and Vari take the heat. With only a week before he's history, Alex will have to figure out how to disassociate himself from his friends, scrounge up allies on the council, and hopefully keep his head attached to his body.

"Dude! It finally came!" My roommate barely withheld his excitement as he barreled into the living room of our apartment with a package in his hand. "Check it out, Jacob." He smiled as he tore at the brown paper surrounding his purchase. As he ripped the covering off the package, bits and pieces scattered all across the floor of the living room like confetti. For a second, I thought about lecturing Todd about not making a mess of our apartment, but who was I kidding? This place was already a shithole. At least some half-assed confetti would make it feel a little livelier.

FitzChevalerie, l'assassin royal, vient tout juste d'arracher l'héritier ou trône des Six-Duchés, le prince Devoir, des griffes de la famille Pie. Reprenant son identité d'emprunt de Tom Blaireau, Fitz aspire enfin au repos : pour clarifier sa relation avec Jinna, la sorcière des Haies ; pour voir grandir Heur, son fils adoptif ; et pour pleurer la mort de son compagnon de toujours, le loup œil-de-nuit. Hélas, les fiançailles annoncées du prince Devoir avec la Narcheska Elliania vont brusquement réclamer toute son attention.

Essun - once Damaya, once Syenite, now avenger - has found shelter, but not her daughter. Instead there is Alabaster Tenring, destroyer of the world, with a request. But if Essun does what he asks, it would seal the fate of the Stillness forever.

No matter how much the paranormal politics of Atlanta change, one thing always remains the same: If there' s trouble, Kate Daniels will be in the middle of it. As the mate of the Beast Lord, Curran, former mercenary Kate Daniels has more responsibilities than it seems possible to juggle. Not only is she still struggling to keep her investigative business afloat, she must now deal with the affairs of the pack, including preparing her people for attack from Roland, a cruel ancient being with god-like powers.

He was born an outsider, like the rest of his family. Poor yet resilient, he lives in the shadows with his aunt Libby and uncle Darren, folk who stubbornly make their way in a society that does not understand or want them. They are mongrels, mixed blood, neither this nor that. The boy at the center of Mongrels must decide if he belongs on the road with his aunt and uncle or if he fits with the people on the other side of the tracks.

The ever after, the demonic realm that parallels our own, is shrinking, and if it disappears, so does all magic. It’s up to witch-turned-daywalking-demon Rachel Morgan to fix the ever-after before the fragile balance between magic users and humans fails. Of course, there’s also the small fact that she caused the ley line to rip in the first place, and her life is forfeit unless she can fix it.

Jane Yellowrock is the queen of the vampires, and that makes her a target as she fights to maintain control and keep peace in the city of New Orleans. She has enemies at every turn, because vampires live forever, and they keep their grudges alive with them. That includes the Heir, the vampire sire of the Pellissier bloodline, which gave rise to Leo Pellissier himself—Jane’s old boss and the former master of the city.

Neferet’s true nature has been revealed to the Vampyre High Council, so Zoey and the gang might finally get some help in defending themselves and their beloved school against a gathering evil that grows stronger every day. And they’ll need it, because Neferet’s not going down without a fight. Chaos reigns at the House of Night.

This time last year, I could go weeks without seeing another mage. In mage society I was an unknown and, all in all, that was how I liked it. It’s hard to say what changed. Whatever it was, I got involved in the magical world again and started getting myself a reputation.

La trahison du démon que j'aime est sans conteste la pire épreuve de ma vie d'hybride. Je suis anéantie dans un monde en proie au chaos depuis que Kel m'a abandonnée sans la moindre explication, comme si je n'avais jamais existé. Pourtant, mon instinct de Traqueuse me souffle que la vérité m'échappe... et mon cœur de femme se révolte, incapable de se résigner.