Лучшие произведения Айви Эшер

Меня зовут Винна, и я храню много секретов. Я живу в странном мире: монстры с красными глазами преследуют меня, отметины на моем теле появляются из ниоткуда, я чувствую странную силу, которая течёт во мне. Я могу создать любое оружие, это пугает меня! К счастью для меня, я еще не встречала кого-то, кого не смогла бы победить на ринге, либо за его пределами. Теперь я ищу ответы и пытаюсь собрать воедино то, что происходит со мной. Паранормальное — это мой новый образ жизни. Но потом я встретила их… Мальчиков, и поверьте мне, они совсем не мальчишки. Я противостою старейшинам, считающим меня слишком могущественной, семье, которая…

Меня зовут Винна, и я Страж. Это раса магов, которую пытались истребить за нашу уникальную силу. Возможно, я последняя из своего рода. Меня прятали и оберегали, но теперь, когда о моем существовании известно, началась жестокая борьба за возможность контролировать меня и мои способности. Но я никому не подчиняюсь и не сдаюсь без боя. Особенно теперь, когда в моей жизни появились пятеро парней, которых я готова защищать любой ценой. Я должна овладеть своей магией и подготовиться к битве. Пришло время показать, на что я по-настоящему способна.

Меня зовут Винна, и моя магия — отстой. А как еще назвать то, что она делает все, что хочет и когда хочет? И я не могу ее контролировать! Теперь Энох и его ковен считают, будто я Избранная. Но это не так, и у меня нет времени разбираться с этим. Лахлан и Киган каким-то образом умудрились попасть в плен к Адриэлю, который разыскивает и убивает Стражей. Ну что ж, пора встретиться с тем, кто преследовал меня всю мою жизнь, и сделать то, что не смог никто другой. Пришло время прикончить этого негодяя.

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to Hell. When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this. Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a Gate to Hell. Yeah…I don’t got this. Now I’m stuck in a terrifying new reality: a group of hot demons who act like I can solve all their problems, and a battle between good, evil, and balance. This will…

I’ve spent my whole life seeing monsters, but they could never see me back...until now. Turns out, I’m not crazy like I’ve spent my whole life believing. Too bad it took being locked in a cage and tortured almost to the point of insanity to realize that. But I’m not alone. In a cage to my left, there’s a monster who’s given up hope. He stays in the shadows and moves with chains wrapped around him, but his golden eyes watch. To my right, there’s a girl with purple wings and familiar gray eyes. She says she’s my sister, and not just that, but apparently I’m half demon, half angel, and to make it out of here, I have to embrace the…

Go into Hell, the hot demons said. It’ll be no big deal, they said. I was only supposed to walk through a Hellish Ring or two so we could find out my demonic origin. Easy peasy, Right? Wrong. Now I’m alone, locked up in some freak’s dungeon, and mourning the loss of my demons. Could they have done the impossible and survived the attack? Can they find me here? I don’t even know where here is. And…why the hell do I have wings? I don’t have time for this shit. I need to figure out what I am, where I am, and how to get out of here. Because I have a Hellgate to guard and my demons to search for, and nobody is going to stand in my…

My name is Medley Bell, and if you had told me this time last week that I was demon, then I’d have said you were nuttier than a squirrel turd. Of course, that was before I started seeing the strangest things. I’ve always been a little off, but it took stumbling into a backwater bar to understand how different I really am. So when two drool-worthy guys stop by to tell me that I’m Hell spawn just like them, I’m more relieved than shocked. I mean, it sure does explain a lot. Now, I just have to convince my mama and daddy that they can’t come with me on my first trip to Hell, deal with a hellish biological family I never knew I had,…

I never saw it coming...the bones...the magic...the betrayal. It’s no longer a question of who I can trust—the answer is no one. Now, it’s about survival. I’m in the heart of the Order, trying to solve a series of mysterious disappearances, while doing everything that I can not to become bait. Enemies are circling, and they can’t seem to decide if they see me as a pawn or as a threat. Oh, and there’s that little issue of being tethered to Rogan, who I now want to kill. It’s time to figure out just what I’m capable of though. Because fool me once...shame on you. But fool me twice...and I will crush your bones to dust. My name…

What do you do when you thought it was all over, only to realize it's all just begun? I died. I looked into Rogan Kendrick’s eyes, told him I loved him…and then I died. So how the hell am I standing naked in the middle of a morgue, doing my best not to freak the fuck out? I’m a Bone Witch, or at least I was before Rogan bound us together. Blood magic now flows through my veins too, and I think somehow the man I shouldn’t love, the one who betrayed me, who couldn’t choose me…has saved me. If the High Council finds out they’ll hunt us, and they won’t be the only ones. A certain bastard demon did promise to see me soon. I…

When it comes to dragons, there's no such thing as safe. I learned that the hard way when my kith and kindred were slaughtered right before my eyes. Everyone thinks the wyverns and the sorcai did it, but I know the truth. I've been hiding from The Horde ever since, existing under their radar, surviving. And then one day, they find me...he finds me. Aeson Noctis, the king's second son and my new captor. Aeson thinks he can force me back to Paragon City. He thinks he can use me and claim my power for his own. But the dragons should've been more careful about who they let inside their city. I'm not some weak little pawn. I'm…

Nightmare Penitentiary is no joke. The worst of the worst in the paranormal world end up at NP, and I just got sentenced there. For others, this might be cause for freaking the hell out. But for me, it’s a fucking relief. You see, I’ve been sold off to the big bad asshole, Alpha Bowen—thanks mom and dad! But if they think I’m going to go quietly, or at all, they haven’t been paying attention to how I roll. Nightmare Penitentiary is the perfect place to escape, and I’m ready. If only people would stop trying to break me out. Seriously, it’s annoying. I’m ready to relax and serve my sentence, but then I meet the prison guard,…