Risultati Editore "Podium Audio" in Horror

I've collected the souls required to speak with my dead father, and he's got a lot to tell me. Hopefully, what he has to say will help me succeed in the coming Mage Game Qualifiers. Because if I get through, then I'll finally find my mother's white staff.

Redelvtum has fallen. The realms stand at the edge of war. And something far darker lurks beneath the chaos, waiting to seize control. Hyacinth never asked for this power, never wanted to bear the weight of a war that could consume them all. But fate is merciless, and with each passing day, the blood in her veins binds her tighter to a destiny she cannot escape. As armies gather and ancient powers stir, she is forced to make an impossible choice—cling to the love and the life she's always wanted or become the weapon the realms need.

Revna was once chosen as a sacrifice to the Gods, but another took her place on that cursed boat—and she can never forget. Commander of the Myddheim Maidens, she fights relentlessly to shield all she can from the darkness that's plagued her realm ever since. But now the boat has returned. To protect those she holds dear, she accepts her fate and is thrust into the realms of Gods and monsters. There, she must confront the one person who has haunted her days and nights for nine years: the God of Destruction himself.

Maksim Smolov wasn't the monster I was running from. He's the devil I found. Those deep brown eyes didn't even blink. One minute, I'm being chased down a dark alleyway by the nastiest demons from my past; the next, they're begging for mercy from a man in an expensive suit. If I had known my savior was the most feared mafia boss in New York, I might not have repaid his kindness with a kiss—a kiss that led to the hottest night of my life—but I did, and that was that.

Gormon Hughes has elevated himself. Twenty-odd years ago, he was a desperate young man, broken-hearted and in danger of being literally eaten alive by debt collectors. Ten years ago, he helped untangle the mystery of the Spring-Heeled Jane murders. Now he is the President-Elect of his home country. He has a daughter. He has a multi-world-spanning conflict on his hands.

Rage and bloodlust have been the only things fueling my soul for the last one hundred years. Revenge has been the only thing holding my sanity together. Until his shadows curl around my throat and all I can think about is his revenge. I don't want to be loved, but he doesn't know the meaning of the word no.

Some say Emperor Drakkon Muyang is part dragon, part demon, all cold-blooded. That his vicious beauty is a facade for his cruel reign, for Daiyu, a farmer's daughter, he's nothing more than a monarch she'll never meet. Until Daiyu's sister is taken to the palace for the royal selection. Adamant to rescue her sister, Daiyu sneaks into the palace. What she doesn't expect is to attract the wicked emperor's attention. Suddenly, she's thrust into his vicious court life, where noble women want her dead and enemies are all around her.

In the depths of a sweltering summer, amid the waves of heat shimmering off golden sand, the games of Sunja's Pit have assumed a new attitude. One of bitterness and betrayal. Of sweat and desperation. Corruption and cheating rule this season, and there's no end in sight. And outside the arena, battles between bitter rival houses could completely reshape everything.

Fifty years ago, the nightwalkers appeared, creatures of shadow and darkness, thirsting for blood and death. Thousands died, and the kingdom of Entarna was brought to its knees. Then the Chosen came: six men and women endowed with powers by Amedan, the God of Fire and Light. The Chosen joined with the kingdom's armies, and together, they managed to defeat the night's creatures. At least for a time. Alesh, a servant to Chosen Olliman, the greatest of Amedan's priests, knows well what the darkness holds.

Too young. Too old. Too wrong. Too good. Evan Hughes is the road captain for the Dark Horse MC. Spencer Maddison is back in town. She's an angry little sister. She would rather be anywhere but Pineville. He knows she's the one who got away. She has never moved on. Once, she was too young for him. Now, he knows that she's the one. If she would let him break down her walls. He could be what she always dreamed of.

The broken condom. The two pink lines. The baby growing in my belly. And the daddy? None other than Victor Morozov. Mafia boss. Ruthless kingpin. My baby daddy.

When Amy Nettle was whisked from her dead-end small town life to the Saunders Academy, a brooding Gothic fortress in the heart of an endless storm-tossed ocean, she was promised an education in witchcraft. She got more than she bargained for. Beyond the brutal lessons that pushed her to her mental and physical limits, there were leviathans and killer mermaids in the water, lethal magic in the air, and an invader determined to make sure none of the new students survived long enough to see their graduation day.

Joining the Brotherhood was supposed to lock my violent past away for good. I was in too deep when I learned their dark secret. All Brothers must choose a Ward. A captive woman to own, train, and punish. It reignites the sadistic desires I've smothered. I try to do the right thing and choose a sweet, submissive woman who wants this life. But fate has other plans and throws Quinn at my feet instead.

In 1983, experimental artist Tony Mathias began work on a new installation—it was to be a collage of visuals and sounds collected at an abandoned RAF base called Warden Fell. Decades later, Cally Darker gets the chance to investigate the terrible story and perhaps even solve the mystery—a fantastic exclusive story for her true-crime podcast.

I've been here from the start—watching, waiting, and breathing in the fear that clings to her skin. She prays to a god that doesn't listen, locks doors that don't keep me out, and walks through a world that I've already carved her name into. She thinks she's alone. She isn't. I live in the shadows, in the walls, beneath her feet. I sleep under her bed. I steal the scent of her skin from the clothes she sets aside. I keep her safe, even as I pull the strings that unravel her sanity, thread by thread. She calls me a demon. A nightmare. A Hellkeeper.

I'm trapped in a lie. They've twisted my mind so that I barely recognize who I am anymore. In this new prison, I'm the devoted wife of a brilliant, deceptive man who holds the key to my carefully constructed reality. But something is missing, and my soul aches. As the cracks in my mind widen, fragments of a life I don't remember claw their way to the surface. A name lingers on the edges of my thoughts and sends a shiver down my spine.

Life after death is supposed to be peaceful, right? You die, float off to paradise, and spend eternity sipping celestial cocktails with your fellow ghosts. Yeah. No. Turns out, my lying, cheating, suffocating husband had other plans. Literally. He wrapped his hands around my throat and squeezed the life out of me—and just like that, my story should've been over. But Death had other ideas.

Necromancy is a secret that thirty-year-old Cora will take to her grave. If only she could stay in it. As war erupts between gangs of mages, hiding in plain sight, Cora haunts the shadows of London's magical underworld as the Unweaver. Blackmailed by gang boss "Mother," Cora pries secrets out of corpses like worms to feed the magpie spy's insatiable appetite for intrigue. Only a few of the living and scores of the dead know the Unweaver's true identity. If anyone discovers Cora, mages will condemn her as an abomination, and humans will execute her as a presumed murderer.

Victor Sandoval—now hailed as the legendary Lord Victor—has leveled up his rank and skills like no other Sojourner in memory. He now has thriving lands, ever-increasing power, and a new love, the warrior woman Valla. That is, until she decides she needs a bit of space—away from Victor's, shall we say, expansive shadow—to discover herself. But when you may live for millennia, you don't want to rush into a romantic commitment anyway, right?

Following his death by pie-eating contest, pudgy, pathetic putz Zack found himself in the body of the recently killed demonic sect elder known as Slifer, supreme elder of the Black Rose Sect. Slifer was revered by many and feared by all, and under Zack's management he was going to kick some serious ass—even if the System really had it in for him. After a botched mass-assassination attempt by the rival Black Death Sect, Slifer's decided to pay a friendly visit to the other evil sects for the sake of peace.