Resultados para "Kim" en Sobrenatural

They took my Merlin license away. To get it back, I must complete the witch trials. Okay, so I have to pass a few magical trials. No big deal. Right? Wrong. The trials are treacherous, ominous, and deadly. I'm not prepared for such brutal, magical tests, but I can't stop. Stopping means failure, and too many people are counting on me. But then the worst happens. While I'm trying to focus on the trials, the local baker in Hollow Cove is poisoned and killed. And someone I care about is blamed. 

It's the annual Night Festival in Hollow Cove, a paranormal festival extravaganza that lasts for five nights and features a multitude of powerful faces in our paranormal circles. There's only one little problem. Someone ends up dead. And I'm the one accused of murder. As my life spirals down the crapper once again, things between me and Marcus are even more confusing than ever before - hot - but ridiculously confusing. And to add to my wondrous good fortune - something or someone is trying to kill me.

Okay, so I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I'm broke. Worse, my boyfriend of five years just dumped me. What do I do? I move in with my three eccentric aunts in their family home, Davenport House. Sounds exciting, only this massive farmhouse likes to eat men. If I were a regular human, I would have run out screaming like a banshee. As a witch - I do absolutely nothing. Hey, maybe they deserved it? I'm back in Hollow Cove, the flamboyant paranormal community, where nymphs, werewolves, trolls, shifters, witches, and other paranormals live comfortable lives away from prying human eyes.

It’s important to stay busy in my line of work, and fresh challenges keep me on my toes. I just didn’t expect it to happen so soon. Okay, so I accepted the archdemon Lucian’s gift in the hopes that it would make me invincible - big mistake. A darkness rises in me that I can’t control. It seduces me, offering me the power to make things right again, all the while consuming little pieces of my soul. But if I embrace the darkness, will I ever be the same?

I didn’t think my life could get any worse — but it did. A series of gruesome murders shake New York City, and it’s my job to try and catch the murderous SOBs before they kill their next victim. But something doesn’t smell right. Literally. The deeper I dig, the worse it gets. Turns out these murders are not what they seem. They’re much, much worse. It gets better. A new darkness has risen. Something I’d never faced before and a lot more powerful than me. Yeah, I was shocked too.

Rowyn and Tyrius are back! And the world will never be same again. After the Legion of angels killed me - transformed me to an angel and then brought me back - I thought I could rest for a little while. I would put my feet up...have some quality time with my sexy elf. I was wrong. I’ve barely survived the fight with the archdemon Lucian when another problem arises. A priest has been murdered, and the church is looking to me to help them.

"I am ready to join the Sisterhood of Viggy after reading The Rotting Room. Time to take my vows, now that I've novitiated on this awe-inspiring novel, and commit myself to a lifelong calling of reading whatever Parr Hampton writes." —Clay McLeod Chapman, author of Wake Up and Open Your Eyes...

Broke and living in a one-bedroom apartment the size of a closet is not what you’d expect from an elite hunter like me. But hunting demons and half-breeds isn’t your average nine-to-five job with benefits. The hours are long and the pay usually sucks. I didn’t think I was going to make rent again until the Council, the group of angel-born who’d shunned me all those years ago, offered me a job - a paying one.I could either tell them to shove it, or take the job. So what’s a gal to do? Take the gig, of course.

Life as a new mom was already chaotic. Magic, murder, and mayhem? Just another day in Hollow Cove. But this time? The stakes are a hell of a lot higher. Illegal cursed objects are turning up all over Hollow Cove —and they’re killing people. And if that isn’t bad enough, my son, Darian, isn’t just showing signs of magic. He’s showing way too much of it. So, what’s a witch to do? Easy. Track down the mastermind flooding my town with deadly artifacts, stop them before more bodies pile up, and keep my son out of trouble. No pressure, right?

Eine Serie von grausamen Morden erschüttert New York City und es ist meine Aufgabe, zu versuchen, die mörderischen Mistkerle zu fangen, bevor sie ihr nächstes Opfer töten. Aber etwas stimmt nicht. Je tiefer ich grabe, desto schlimmer wird es. Es stellt sich heraus, dass diese Morde nicht das sind, was sie zu sein scheinen. Sie sind viel, viel schlimmer.

Hollow Cove was never a dangerous city. Weird and eccentric, maybe. But not dangerous. Until now. A new magic threatens our paranormal community and competes for dominance. Something awakens in the night, and it's a real stinker. Not kidding. I'm a Merlin now, and my plan is simple - get in, protect my family and friends, and defeat this new evil. But it's never that simple. One small misstep could lead to disaster.

All I wanted to do was sit back and relax with a certain hot wereape. But, instead, I'm busy trying to find the queen of hell. Have I found her? Not yet. And I'm running out of places to look. I know it's only a matter of time before she does something stupid—like obliterate an entire town because they dressed better than her. But I've got worse problems. Things soon spiral down the crapper when two teenagers are found dead in Hollow Cove. A new evil hangs over our town, a significant threat to the Davenport witches and all the witches in Hollow Cove. 

I was hoping for a few days off from dealing with murder charges, bad guys, and the everyday paranormal bizarre. All I wanted was a nice break from all the crazy. And did I get it? No. Of course not. Instead, a new coven comes to town. A coven of witch females who call themselves The Sisters of the Circle, a small, elite group for the upper crust of witch society—according to Dolores. But there's something off about this coven, and I just can't put my finger on it. All the while, my aunts and other witches in town worship the ground they walk on like fangirls. Forget my time off.

We killed someone.... Okay, not exactly the news I wanted to hear from my aunts. But here it was. Now, what the hell was I supposed to do with it? Just when I thought I could finally get a well-deserved break from the shitshow I'd been living for the past months, I get hit with this. To make matters worse, an investigator starts snooping around Hollow Cove, asking questions about my aunts. If they're found guilty of this murder, it's a one-way ticket to Grimway Citadel - the witch prison.

Ich habe Dashs Platz bei den Verlassenen eingenommen, ohne auch nur einen Moment zu zögern — eine leichtsinnige, impulsive Entscheidung und nicht gerade mein klügster Schachzug. Aber so bin ich nun mal. Jetzt bin ich bis zum bitteren Ende an diese Gruppe gebunden... oder an meinen eigenen Untergang. Töricht? Ja, vielleicht. Aber ich habe noch ein Ass im Ärmel. Wieder einmal befinde ich mich in einem gefährlichen Spiel gegen die Verlassenen, in dem ich darum kämpfe, magische Tafeln zu beschützen, die nicht nur das Schicksal von Moonfell, sondern möglicherweise der ganzen Welt bestimmen.

I thought Gallows Gate couldn’t get any worse after the missing-teen fiasco. Turns out, it can. The Council’s breathing down my neck, dark magic is leaking through the cracks in the veil, and every supernatural creep in town seems to want a piece of me. Lucky me. Now I’m stuck juggling a probationary badge from the Merlin Group, a ghost with boundary issues, and a case that shoves me straight into the crosshairs of Gallows Gate’s most dangerous players.

Nach Moonfell zurückzukehren, war nicht Teil meines Plans gewesen, und es hatte mein Leben völlig verändert. Ein neues Haus. Neue Freunde. Und das Wiedersehen mit meiner exzentrischen Tante brachte etwas Freude in meine Seele zurück. Ich schaffte es sogar, ab und zu ein Lächeln zustande zu bringen. Gerade als ich dachte, die Dinge könnten nicht noch komplizierter werden, gerate ich in einen Zwiespalt zwischen meiner Pflicht als Ermittlerin und meinen wachsenden Gefühlen für den rätselhaften Dash — den Nicht-Werwolf. Er hat uns vor der Bedrohung gerettet, die als Die Verlassenen bekannt ist.

Meine Tante Beverly wird heiraten. Ich sollte mich für sie freuen. Oder? Doch das tue ich nicht. Denn ich weiß, dass dieser Derrick nichts Gutes bedeutet. Nennt es meinen Hexeninstinkt, aber ich bin überzeugt, dass mit dem Kerl etwas nicht stimmt. Aber wie beweise ich das meiner Tante? Ich stehe unter Druck, denn ich habe nur vier Tage Zeit, um es vor der Hochzeit herauszufinden. Ja, vier Tage, bis Beverly diesem schleimigen Mistkerl das Jawort gibt.

Alles, was ich tun wollte, war, mich zurückzulehnen und mit einem gewissen, sehr, sehr heißen, Wergorilla zu entspannen. Aber stattdessen muss ich mich damit beschäftigen, die Königin der Hölle zu finden. Hatte ich sie gefunden? Nein, noch nicht. Und mir gehen langsam die Orte aus, an denen ich suchen kann. Ich weiß, dass es nur eine Frage der Zeit ist, bis sie etwas Dummes tut, wie z. B. eine ganze Stadt auszulöschen, nur weil sie sich dort jemand besser gekleidet hat als sie. So ist sie nun mal. Sehr eitel. Aber ich habe noch schlimmere Probleme.

When life gives you magic, murder charges, and mood swings—just add a dash of chaos. I expected pregnancy to come with weird cravings and swollen ankles—not an arrest warrant and a murder mystery. But hey, there you have it. Marcus has been accused of killing a wereape from the New York pack, and the Gray Council authorities are ready to drag him to prison. But they’ve got the wrong guy, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it—even if it means confronting a killer, fending off cranky marshals, and dealing with magic that seems determined to betray me at the worst moments.