Resultados para "Kim" en Paranormal

A string of lifeless bodies haunt the streets of Moonfell, each one more gruesome than the last. Werewolf gone mad? Possibly. But as the bodies pile up, doubt creeps in. Something about this feels off, and I can’t help but wonder if something more sinister is at play. While I try to unravel the mysteries surrounding Moonfell’s recent deaths, Dash continues to weave in and out of my life with his own secrets and agendas. As the body count rises, a threat looms over my life, and I can’t help but feel like I am walking through a minefield with no way out.

Vampire Cat Crawfield Russell is looking forward to a little down time with her best friend, Denise. But when witches crash the party, a fun getaway turns into a paranormal showdown.

Odd har altid været plaget af sine overnaturlige evner. Clairvoyance er ikke noget, man sådan kan styre, og det får Odd til at søge tilflugt langt fra civilisationen i et kloster i High Sierras forblæste bjerge i Californien. Han befinder sig atter i kampen mellem det gode og det onde, og hans overnaturlige evner er nødvendige for at sikre, at den gode side vinder.

A dark house filled with darker secrets... Winter 1954, and in a dilapidated apartment in Brooklyn, Sam Cooper realises that she has nothing left. Her mother is dead, she has no prospects, and she cannot afford the rent. But as she goes through her mother's things, Sam finds a stack of hidden...

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.

Vor zwanzig Jahren bin ich aus meiner Heimatstadt Moonfell geflohen, einer paranormalen Gemeinschaft in den Vororten von New York, die vor den Augen der Menschen verborgen ist. Ein Ort, von dem ich mir geschworen hatte, nie wieder an ihn zurückzukehren. Aber der grausame Mord an einem jungen Werwolf hat mich zurückgebracht. Und ich bin hier, um den Fall zu lösen. Als ich tiefer in den Fall eindringe, wird mir klar, dass dies kein gewöhnlicher Mord ist. Jemand oder etwas hat es auf die paranormale Gemeinschaft abgesehen.

For ten years, Kyra Greene thought she was the only Valkyrie this side of the rainbow bridge. Until she gets a stunning message from her cousin, Gunora, asking for bail money. All Kyra wants is to settle into her new home with Mason and her menagerie of furred, feathered and scaled rescues. But the many gods of Terra have other plans. Gunora's plea for help sets a new Inbetween adventure in motion. Kyra and her crew will find themselves on the wrong side of the law and going to war with a herd of murderous kelpies. But this time, Kyra might finally set past wrongs to right.

Kyra Greene is out of this world—literally. Jacoby, her fire dervish, has been lost in the Nether for weeks. Only Kyra can find him, but not without help from her estranged father. There's only one snag in that plan. Daddy is dead. To save Jacoby, Kyra will travel between worlds with her band of misfit creatures. And this time, she won't be facing ghosts from Mason's past. She'll be going head to head with the distant dryad branch of her family and maybe digging up a few ghosts of her own.

I should be happy for her. Right? But I'm not. Because I know this Derrick character is bad news. Call it my witchy instincts, but I'm convinced something is seriously off with the guy. So how do I prove it to my aunt? The pressure is on as I only have four days to figure it out before the wedding—yes, four days until Beverly says, "I do" to that slimy bastard. As the clues start to come together, I have to wade through a pack of lies to get to the truth and find out who Derrick Baudelaire really is—and what he's hiding.

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.

For decades gargoyles have patrolled the night in Montreal Ward. They are dubbed Guardians by the humans and fae who live on the fringes of society, those who survive in neighborhoods the police don't care about. But when a Guardian is accused of murder, their reputation blackens. Mason promised to return from France with the one weapon capable of killing the formidable witch who was reborn from the bloodstone, but no one has heard from him in months.

A Guardian is dead. Fae are missing. And someone has let a golem loose in town. Ride along with Kyra Greene, the only pest controller qualified to deal with the strange and wonderful creatures that come out of the shadows when magic flares. 

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. 

Ma tante Beverly va se marier.Je devrais être heureuse pour elle, non ? Ce n’est pas le cas. Parce que je sais que ce Derrick est une mauvaise nouvelle. Peut-être est-ce mon instinct de sorcière qui me guide, mais je suis convaincue qu'il y a quelque chose qui cloche sérieusement avec ce type. Alors comment le prouver à ma tante ? La pression monte parce que je n'ai que quatre jours pour trouver une solution avant le mariage – oui, quatre jours avant que Beverly ne dise « je le veux » à cet ignoble individu.

Just when I think I’m getting the hang of this whole “married to a wereape” thing, life throws me a curveball in the form of pregnancy. And let me tell you, pregnancy and magic do not mix well. My cravings are bizarre, my magic is on the fritz, and I’m pretty sure I accidentally hexed the toaster. Twice. But as if dealing with unpredictable magic and hormonal mood swings isn’t enough, an ominous threat shows up, warning me that my baby is in danger. And around here, threats are never just idle words. They’re curses waiting to happen.

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.

Macht euch bereit für dieses spannende und unterhaltsame Abenteuer und findet heraus, was sich bei den Davenport-Hexen als Nächstes zusammenbraut! Ich hatte auf ein paar Tage Ruhe von Mordanklagen, Dämonen und dem alltäglichen paranormalen Wahnsinn gehofft. Alles, was ich wollte, war eine nette Abwechslung von all dem Stress. Und bekam ich die? Nein. Natürlich nicht. Stattdessen kommt ein neuer Hexenzirkel in die Stadt. Ein Zirkel weiblicher Hexen, die sich selbst die Schwestern des Zirkels nennen, eine kleine Elitegruppe für die Oberschicht der Hexengesellschaft, wie Dolores sagt.

Ce n’était sûrement pas... atterrir en prison, ce que j'avais envisagé pour passer le reste de la nuit ! Non ! J'avais imaginé un « mambo » horizontal avec un certain géant ultra-chaud. Au lieu de cela, je me retrouve coincée dans une cellule de moins de dix mètres sur dix, affamée et avec une sérieuse envie de faire pipi toutes les heures. Avec, pour seuls compagnons, les murs de pierre froids et d’occasionnels cafards. Je suis piégée dans les entrailles du bâtiment du Conseil de Gray ! Et je ne sais pas si j'en sortirai un jour !

I’m ready to enjoy my new life with my newish husband, but apparently, peace and quiet just isn’t in the cards for me. Enter Lilith—the Goddess of Night and Queen of the Netherworld—who shows up unannounced and demands a favor. Saying no isn’t really an option. I mean, how do you tell a literal goddess to shove it when refusing means she’ll kill you? So yeah, I agree.