Resultados para "Dahlia" en Sobrenatural

Damica isn't sure why her mother decided to ship her halfway across the world. She only knows that she is not going to get married when she gets there! The year is 1728 and she can take care of herself! The ship is crowded, she has to share the space with girls who are wistfully dreaming about thier new lives. The days are full of daydreams of the future, giggles, and card games to pass the time. Everything is full of hope, until the first death.

A serial murderer nicknamed the Blood Dahlia has been terrorizing the quiet suburbs of Pennsylvania. Brutally mutilating his victims in the fashion of the most famous murder in Hollywood, the killer leaves no trace behind. The FBI's elite Behavioral Science Unit, the section responsible for the study and investigation of serial murder, has little evidence on which to go, until they meet Sarah King. Sarah, a mysterious outcast of the Pennsylvania Amish community, claims she has a unique ability: She can speak to the dead. And the victims of the Blood Dahlia are calling out to her.

Jane Agatha Fontenot has never felt like she fit in—not with her curvy frame, her neurodivergent mind, or the flickers of magic that have sparked throughout her life without ever fully taking hold. Her grandma Agatha still calls her “Janey” with love, and her best friend just calls her “J,” but the rest of the world? They’ve mostly written her off.

Chia’s life is a mess of unresolved tension with her ex and exploring a new life with her chosen mate - all while keeping their relationship a secret. She endures continued trouble with the townsfolk who don’t trust her and suffers complete insecurity about her future as the supposed Red Cailleach. Somehow, she’s got to find a way to train with her grandmother and grandfather, who live somewhere in the stars, and own her superpowers.

When I wake up in the morgue, I know it’s time to move on… When people think of shifters, they always bring up the predators: wolves, bears, big cats. But prey shifters exist, too; the bunnies, the hedgehogs, and my old childhood nemesis, Roxy, who was an adorable raccoon and a huge headache. Then there’s me. Honey Morgan, one in a long line of Virginia opossums—and who has a tendency to ‘play dead’ at the worst possible moments. For nearly my whole life, I’ve managed to live among humans who have no clue that I’m a supe.