Resultados para "Crow" en Terror

I've been watching her. Wanting her. Stalking her. I'm obsessed with the shy, innocent barista who works at my favorite coffee shop. She doesn't know that I bought the house across the street from her apartment so that I can watch over her. I secretly collect her paintings and hang them in my bedroom. And I won't hesitate to break into her home to find out what kind of books she likes to read. I'll do whatever it takes to win her heart.

Sumérgete en el turbulento mundo de Poseídos por demonios, un relato escalofriante que te transportará al corazón del misterio y lo sobrenatural. Descubre cómo la apacible vida de personas comunes se ve sacudida por fuerzas oscuras y entidades malignas que desafían toda explicación racional. Desde convulsiones aterradoras hasta voces que no pertenecen a este mundo, cada página de este libro te mantendrá en vilo mientras exploras casos reales y profundamente perturbadores de posesión demoníaca.

The man I love has trapped me in a gilded cage. I trusted him to keep me safe. He was my white knight and my dark god, all in one gorgeous package. Until an awful revelation changed everything. Now, I'm desperate to escape his twisted obsession, but he refuses to let me go. He insists that I still love him, but he can't command my affections. No matter how much pleasure he gives me or how many times he says I belong to him.

Naia, the daughter of the High Sea Goddess, is an embarrassment. She holds no title and no power but is the key to a curse placed centuries ago on her mother: Naia must form a union with a god from an opposing family. When the day arrives for her arranged marriage, she turns to the High God of Death and Curses for help. He assists Naia under one condition—she must accept a curse, blindly. Willing to do whatever it takes to escape her mother’s kingdom beneath the sea, Naia agrees and flees to the Mortal Land.

Hair of the dog - as people used to say after an all-night binge - but prayin’ to the porcelain gods was the one Lisa enjoyed saying back in the day - back in the days when someone could afford to lose consciousness without fears of ending up in a stomach of the dead. No. Those days were gone - the good old days as they would come to say.

Now imprisoned in Moros, buried deep in the Land of the Dead, Finnian is determined to right a wrong he made centuries ago. Somewhere in the hellish landscape is his father, and he intends to find him and flee their chains together. Cassian, the High God of Death and Curses, has one desire: get Finnian to confess where he’s hiding a valuable weapon—one deadly to deities. For centuries, the High Goddess of Fate has plagued Cassian over a dispute that took place between them long ago.

Death was all he deserved . . . until it wasn't. No sooner than I step out of sight of Death, and what our deal has wrought, do I regret the words I've spoken. My heart aches from the harshness of my tongue, and I wonder if I have made a grave mistake. And yet, I do not turn back. No. Instead, I harden my heart against these thoughts. Against my feelings. Sealing my fate with yet another mistake borne of disobedience . . . not only to my mother's dying wish, but to the true desires of my soul. A fate that will force me to my very knees to save the ones I love. To save him. To save . . . us.

Which would you choose, and you must choose one: Wisdom or Power? Even the Gods wrestle with such a question. In a rage against his father, Zeus chose power. In an effort to save his son, Odin has chosen wisdom. This one choice leads either to great prosperity or heart-wrenching loss. To glorious legacy or endless devastation.

Under dirty black skies, the town of Dead Crow is deluged by days of rain, flooding the streets and cutting it off from the outside world. Chief Andy Curran already has his hands full, getting residents to safety and battling a greedy mayor. But now people are going missing in the endless rain. Curran soon discovers that there are things living in the overspilling river that threatens to drown Dead Crow. Their eerie clicking sounds drift across the frightened town as they emerge from its toxic waters.

Haddonwood isn't real. It can't be. Another world, another reality, hovers just beyond Chase Rey's reach. He can see it sometimes. In that world, things are in balance. The dead stay dead and the creature-feature remains safely on the screen. That world isn't a patchwork quilt of every scary book or movie he's seen. In that world, the nightmares generally end when you open your eyes and people don't glitch in and out of existence. Chase is determined to return to that world, although the only way out may be through the noose that seems to lurk around every corner.

The Wilson family moves to a house in the woods, unaware that their lives will be changed forever. What should have been a fresh start quickly becomes a nightmare when an ancient evil rips through the family. For the survivors, there will be no peace. When the stakes are more than just life-and-death, how much would you sacrifice to save your family?

Maybe it is me haunting this place now.

Jerry has lived his life, taking the path of least resistance and never trying to make his life remarkable, except in his own mind. If it required a real effort, Jerry wasn't interested at least, not until the day he found the box and met the hollowers.

The Void, is reminiscent of Alfred Hitchcock or the Twilight Zone of later days. It will take you deep into the mind and heart of someone either living through a serious mental illness or something mysterious and dangerous resides in the void.

In the bustling capital city of the Mahruse Empire, Felicienne Shyrise spends her days as a talented investigator, taking on stolen goods and missing person cases and the occasional murder the city guard are too incompetent - or too lazy - to resolve. During the nights she hones her skills playing Dominion, a board game almost as complicated as life itself. She dreams of making a name for herself and becoming the richest woman in the Empire.

In the old South, a haint was a ghost or evil spirit. George Haint, originally begun by Helen Diessner in 2012, takes us into the most unusual ghost story you will probably ever hear. It is not only a ghost story but a short story of murder most foul and takes place in the mid-1800s, in the Virginia City, Nevada, area during the gold- and silver-mining days. The story contains a lot of local history of the area.

I found myself wondering if she had been born out of the files or they were born together. At any rate, the files and Miss Tofte were inextricably tied up with each other. I tell you it was weird! If it had been anybody else, I would have felt kind of sad about it, I mean, a little old lady with no life other than the file department. But with Miss Tofte, you had an altogether different feeling. This was the way she liked it, make no mistake, this was her choice.

As other sword masters are called to the fight, Narina finds herself hunted by a warrior from a rival temple. He is a warbrand, powerful and experienced, and trapped by a curse that will see him kill any and all rivals. With her sister - a fellow blade dancer and sword master - seeking allies from the doomed firewalker temple, it falls on Narina to face the warbrand alone.

Life is not what it used to be. The goodwill of a stranger is a godsend that must be questioned as a necessary risk. Trust and safety, once taken for granted, are now the barest necessity for survival.... Lisa and Krupp had accomplished their mission to stop the horde, but at what cost? Little Rock's booty was still the objective as multiple truck and tractors headed down the road toward their dangerous goal. The survival of all is at stake as they come up against gangs and stubborn homeowners in their quest for resources....

A sickness has come to the village of Hamelin. Born on the backs of rats, a plague begins to spread. As the town rips itself apart, a stranger appears to offer them salvation. But when the citizens of the town fail to hold up their end of the bargain, the stranger returns and exacts a toll that is still spoken of to this day. That toll? The town's entire population of children. This is the legend of the Pied Piper. It is no fairy tale. It is a nightmare. Are you prepared to hear his song?