検索キーワード： ナレーター "Vanessa Moyen" すべてのカテゴリー

For just a moment, I allowed myself to believe things would be okay—that I could find a way to recover from my past and move on. Except life quickly proved happily ever afters were nothing more than fantasy for me. I didn’t know who was responsible for turning our home into a bleeding inferno, but I would soon. And when I did? I’d stop at nothing to make sure they felt every whip of anguish I’d been struck with. With time running out, it was up to Maciah and me to seek vengeance. Our hearts might be shattered, but our determination is unbreakable.

Simone, of the Torma shifters, thought she was finished with the world of supernaturals that existed outside of Earth. She’d been there, done that, and had the near death experience to show for her time.

Following a trail of blood into the woods isn't the smartest thing I’ve ever done, but when I find an injured wolf, I can’t bring myself to leave him behind. That decision might end up being my last, because when a pack of wolves tries to attack us, it looks like we won’t make it out alive. The next day when I wake up in my bed, it all feels like a dream…except for the bite mark on my arm and the fever. When a mysterious guy with searing blue eyes comes into my bar, hovering around me all night, I’m more than a little creeped out. It turns out I'm a newly turned werewolf....

I was exiled by my pack over ten years ago. Why? Because I’m different and different is apparently bad. They are dead to me. I’m better off without them. I know the feeling is mutual. I built a cabin in the woods, away from humans…away from everyone and everything. Some might say I’m a hermit, but I like it just fine. The whole world can go to hell for all I care. I’ve carved out a place where I can just be. I’m at peace. That’s when she blunders onto my land.

Eira is now a champion of the Solaris Empire. She’s off to a land she’s only dreamed about. But a nightmare awaits her. Her sworn enemy has escaped. His allies are powerful and deadly. And Eira finds herself tangled in the dangerous web of the undercity of Risen, where the mysterious Court of Shadows and lethal Pillars battle for the fate of the kingdom. But vengeance has a price. When Eira is captured by her enemies, it’s not only her life, but the lives of her friends, and the man she loves most, at stake.

My memory is back. Magic rages through my veins, singing the song of revenge. And it tastes better than Riah’s lips on mine. I will find my way home no matter what Prince Thorne throws at me. I don’t care what Riah has to say. It’s too late for apologies. We’re beyond explanations. His words are empty and mean nothing. He betrayed me. He wrapped me up like a Christmas present and delivered me right to my enemy. They did this to me…but they don’t know just how strong I am. If they want me, well, I’d like to see them try. I waited 327 years…I will have my vengeance.

I’m beaten and tossed out like yesterday’s garbage. I was destined to be the alpha of my pack and now I’m nothing. Less than freaking nothing. I’m one of them, yet they treat me like an abomination. Worth less than the dirt I’m bleeding on. They did this to me, all because I’m different, because I’m apparently too powerful, or will be soon. I’ve been exiled by my pack. Then she comes along. A sweet human. She’s decided she’s going to help me…or rather, help my wolf. She’s not afraid of me, but she should be.

My mission hasn’t changed: Defeat Apollyon and free the souls trapped in the Netherworld, but everything just got a lot more complicated. I have a sister, my boyfriend’s a shifter controlled by my enemy, and now it’s not just my life that’s in danger, but my soul as well.

I had to do the unthinkable—and now I've discovered that every move I've made has been part of a villain's maniacal plan. All this time I believed I'd found my freedom, I've still had someone pulling my strings. Those days are over. The man who considers himself my master is the worst monster I've ever known. My crew and I won't let him get away with his manipulations or the even more disturbing crimes we uncover. But no matter how talented we are in our killer skills, we're just five people up against a crime lord with more connections than I can count.

Since escaping the demonic realm six months ago, I’ve honed my skills and my rage hunting the craven evils of New York City alongside the witches who saved me. Vigilantes, they call us. Cold-hearted killers. Monsters of the night. If only they knew how true that was—what our pasts have shaped us to be.

Imagine witnessing your mother’s brutal murder. Imagine not being able to remember a single thing about what happened, even though you were there. It doesn’t matter how hard I try: I. Can’t. Remember! I was just a small boy when it happened. I must have tried to defend her because I have the scars that prove it. My wounds should have healed completely. They didn’t. My scars are my constant reminder of what the Moones did...what they took away from us. My mother died in agony. A piece of my father died along with her.

Eighteen-year-old Waterrunner Eira Landan lives her life in the shadows - the shadow of her older brother, of her magic’s whispers, and of the person she accidentally killed. She’s the most unwanted apprentice in the Tower of Sorcerers until the day she decides to step out and compete for a spot in the Tournament of Five Kingdoms.

The time has come…the war. Piper and her crew once thought they’d face has changed entirely, forcing them to unite with former enemies to face the fey royals and save New York. But, in Piper’s world, nothing goes that smoothly. Mysterious voices from the gorge in the woods begin calling Piper with vague promises of aid.

That's what Azra and Sam tell me and I don't think I'm ever going to get used to this. All of my Virtues have been reluctant and taken time to come around to their destiny. Not my angel twins. They're the only force keeping me from falling into a pit of depression after the majority of my Virtues were infected by Calamity. I can't see them. I can't feel them. Only Kaito remains and he's thrown himself into his research to undo this mess. It's my job to unlock the angelic powers inside of me before Lucifer comes back to claim my crown, one lesson at a time.

He's gone, and the worst part is, I don't know if he's dead or alive. I dealt with the curse. I picked my side. The hellish nightmare that I woke up to when I discovered I was a Watcher should be over, but it's not. Weeks have passed with no sign of Gage, and I can't seem to move on, but a war is brewing, and wallowing is no longer an option. With the ruler of the Netherworld after me, my new mission not only affects one realm, but all of them. Save my mom. Save the souls. Save the world. No pressure.

After being exiled from the only home I’d ever known, I swore to never return. So, when a distractingly handsome and alluring fae shows up asking me to do just that, my answer is "no". Except once I discover the identity of his enemy, I find myself pulled into a battle I thought I’d never fight. One that forces me to face a few of my own demons and makes me second guess every choice I’ve made since meeting Finn Barlow.

Sins of the father...or the daughter? I've discovered the family I was stolen from in the most unexpected place possible. It's hard to believe I belong with them. A lifelong assassin mixing with people who campaign against criminals? There's no way in hell they'd accept the real me, let alone the brutal men who've welcomed me into their lives and their beds. There has to be some way to make this work. I can't help craving a real home after so long without one. And now that my enemies are targeting my birth family as well, they might need all the skills I can bring to bear.

A future to accept. An enemy, or two, to stake. I had a plan. One that included avenging my family and slaying as many vampires as I could in the process. Every choice, every step, they all led me closer to my vengeance. Except plans don’t always go the way we want. Especially when I have to accept that - no matter how long I put it off - I’m going to become the very thing I hate most in this world: A vampire. Though, as I find myself falling for Maciah, I realize that maybe my heritage isn’t the death sentence I first assumed.

I make a living out of screwing over the jerks who capture and torment supernatural beasties. But when I free a bunch of particularly powerful monsters from their cages, I'm not counting on them following me home like lost puppies - stunningly hot lost puppies, but still. These manly monsters are determined to repay me for my help, and they won't get out of my apartment, until they're satisfied we're even. There's something to be said for allies so devoted they'll tear off heads and shred souls on your behalf. I'm all for joining forces.

Its light enchants the eye. Its touch corrupts flesh and soul. It seeks to spread the same fell unity that brought down the Fallen civilization. And every power on the Albeder sea conspires to claim this Fallen heirloom. Only Tristan and his Bound know the truth of the Fallen. Only they have the will to confront the source and destroy it.