Resultados para "Bitten" en Terror

After the tragic death of Bridget’s parents, her grandmother took her in. Vera Bitter raised her from behind a closed door—cold and uncaring from the moment she arrived at Bitter House. After Bridget’s high school graduation, Vera kicked her out without so much as a goodbye, and Bridget never heard from her again. Which is why, when she receives word of Vera’s passing and discovers she’s inherited the family manor, she’s immediately filled with dread. Those worries are amplified when she arrives at Bitter House after years away to find an enigmatic piece of her past waiting for her.

It’s the Cherry Blossom festival in Washington, DC, and two old friends gather for a meal, but there is darkness in the night, and this gathering will end not as friends might wish. Carlysle’s brilliant handling of atmosphere, pathos, and setting bring a steady increase in an unexplainable sense of unease that explodes in the final paragraphs to a shocking and terrifying conclusion.

Chicago private eye V.I. Warshawski knows from the start that Consuelo Alvarado's baby is trouble. Consuelo is 16. Diabetic. And the daughter of a friend. When she goes into labor too early, even V. I.'s wild drive to get her to the hospital can't save either Consuelo or her child.

FBI agent Matthew Roarke has been on leave, and in seclusion, since the capture of mass killer Cara Lindstrom - the victim turned avenger who preys on predators. Torn between devotion to the law and a powerful attraction to Cara and her lethal brand of justice, Roarke has retreated from both to search his soul. But Cara's escape from custody and a police detective's cryptic challenge soon draw him out of exile to probe an unsolved murder that could be the key to her long and deadly career.

Juliet: It is my duty to obey, to give my body and blood to a vampire master until he no longer has use for me. There is no escape. Nowhere to run. Follow the rules or die. I don't want to die. Darius: Twenty-two years of conditioning has crafted the perfect poison-a weapon my enemies won't see coming. I'll break her, train her, and use her to take down everyone who stands in my way. She's alluring. She's perfect. And she's mine.

Once upon a time, humankind ruled the world while lycans and vampires lived in secret. This is no longer that time. Welcome to the Clemente Clan. Be careful. We bite.

The male I'm forever bonded to is now a monster. A cruel beast. A vampire without remorse and no memories of our previous existence together. He has no idea who I am. What I mean to him. Who we used to be together. But I'm not giving up. He will remember me. I vow it.

As a psychologist for the Los Angeles police department, Jamie Beaverbrook has seen it all. Or so he thinks until the night a full moon brings out the crazies, including Terry Ferriman. Trouble is, Terry isn’t exactly crazy. But how else can the police explain finding the girl in an alley off Sunset, crouched over a man’s lifeless body, her mouth smeared with blood? After an interview that is unsettling at best, the good doctor decides to dig deeper into Terry’s story. What he discovers is that a world he previously imagined to exist only in horror movies is actually flourishing in the shadows of L.A. Vampires are real....

After my husband died eight years ago, I made vengeance my only purpose, my religion, my destiny. But to get to my enemy, I had to make myself like him. He had a kingdom of secrets? Then I would make an empire. He had blood on his hands? Then I would bathe in it.

Two years ago, Deirdre Griffin swore she would never return to New York City, swore she would never again see the love of her life, Mitch Greer. But never is a long time, especially to a vampire. As her self-imposed exile in London grows ever more complicated and debased by the haunting influence of the dead vampire who turned her, she’s almost relieved when Christopher Greer shows up to enlist her help in saving his father’s sanity.

More than a decade ago, six kids witnessed unspeakable horror. Not all of them lived to tell. Riza is no longer that kid - troubled, angry, and filled with secrets. She’s grown up, and when she stumbles upon an on-line forum about the shuttered Northern Michigan Asylum, she tries to pretend it never happened - not the years of experimentation, nor the strange midnight writings, and most of all, not the murders. But someone wants her to remember. Deaths shockingly similar to those that occurred in 1989 are happening again.

Chicago private eye V. I. Warshawski knows from the start that Consuelo Alvarado's baby is trouble. Consuelo is 16. Diabetic. And the daughter of a friend. When she goes into labor too early, even V. I.'s wild drive to get her to the hospital can't save either Consuelo or her child. Soon V. I. is investigating possible malpractice at the emergency room - and falling for a doctor who works there.

Left for dead. Hunted by the living. Surrounded by the infected. Warren’s story should have ended in the ruins of London. Betrayed and abandoned, survival was meant to be impossible. Yet in the shadow of a city that devours everything, Warren claws his way back into the fight—driven not just by the need to endure, but by the need for truth, and for justice. The world is fractured beyond repair. The virus, with no cure in sight, has erased safety, mercy, and trust.

Penguin presents the audiobook edition of Bitter Orange by Claire Fuller, read by Rachel Bavidge. From the attic of a dilapidated English country house, she sees them - Cara first: dark and beautiful, clinging to a marble fountain of Cupid, and Peter, an Apollo. It is 1969 and they are spending...

War is coming to Célesia, and five unlucky souls will be her heroes. Lord Adélard Eisenhardt, once the kingdom's greatest knight, is dragged out of retirement and back into a court rotting with ambition for the crown and apathy for its subjects. As foreign banners dance on the horizon, he must protect the boy king, while his daughter faces the same ruthless politics he so despises. Léontine walks the halls of power, determined to master court politics and hold onto her conscience in a world that rewards cruelty.

I have 36 hours to live. Thirty-six hours to find a solution. Thirty-six hours to kill them all. My friends. My family. My subjects. It's a cruel fate, one my maker subjected me to over a century ago when she placed me in this hell. I learned then that freedom is a falsehood. Escape doesn't exist. I'm a ticking time bomb, slated to erupt.

Warren is a work-obsessed journalist living in Central London. Quite happy to live out his monotone life, each day resembles the next until the fateful day he encounters an octogenarian zombie shambling down the middle of the road. Great Bitten: The First Clusterf*ck combines the first three books of the darkly humorous zombie series by UK author Dawn Peers.

Run, run, run! They're chasing me, even into my dreams. And when I awake, I see him. Striking blue eyes with a hint of the devil inside. He's my savior and my worst nightmare combined. Because he owns me. He found me. He saved me. But I don't want to be owned. I want to be free. Even if it kills me.

For 14-year-old Nell Parrish, there's no such thing as a calm or ordinary life. Believing she's finally found her place, her people, her purpose, on a cold winter day Nell's world is turned upside down all over again, this time at the hands of a mysterious and violent cult. Ripped from her home and crammed into the back of a van, Nell is transported to a faraway place where the air freezes one's bones and the landscape is cursed and treacherous. There's someone waiting for her there, she's told. Someone who's been searching for Nell for a very long time.

Madeline knew her life was strange. Having loved ones die by her hand on more than one occasion left her living alone, struggling to block out the emotions she can sense from those around her. Still, she was content with her quiet life, but the Vaettir had other plans. Kidnapped in the middle of the night, Madeline is thrown into a world straight out of ancient myth, where corpses reanimate on their own . . . and she’s supposed to be their executioner. A normal person would run screaming into the night, but there’s something about dark, alluring Alaric that’s giving her pause, and it isn’t the fact that he turns feline from time to time.