Resultados para "Limit" en Urbana

Half vampire and half angel, Violet was abandoned amongst the humans in London as a baby. Suddenly discovering monstrous powers on her 21st birthday, she thinks she's the most dangerous creature to prowl the streets. She's wrong. When a snarky angel falls into her lap and her adopted sister disappears, she's forced into a new role: huntress.

My name’s Autumn, and I was raised by a fanatical cult. I made a deal to be possessed by a god. I was tempted by forbidden whispers of eternal pleasure. Then, a lethal but sexy-as-hell god broke me, stealing my magic. Loki, God of Mischief. Now, I’m the Infernal: a witch who reaps both gods and demons.

A deadly assassin. A desperate witch. A past that won’t stay buried. I’m Amber DeLea—ambitious witch, potion mistress extraordinaire, and daughter to a woman slipping further away each day. My life is a constant battle, whether it’s cursed runes, treacherous coven politics, or dark forces closing in. But nothing haunts me more than my mother’s unravelling mind, and I’m running out of time to find a cure. The last thing I need is Bastion—the deadly griffin assassin who shattered my world—being ordered to protect me.

Mein Name ist Jinx und ich bin Privatermittlerin, Wahrheitsfinderin und Empathin. Und trotz all dieser magischen Fähigkeiten weiß ich nicht, ob ich meine beste Freundin retten kann. Doch sie ist nicht die Einzige, die krank ist. Auch magischen Kreaturen des Anders fallen einer Krankheit anheim – selbst diejenigen, die angeblich unsterblich sind. Die Krankheit trifft immer zwei Angehörige einer Spezies, wie eine Seuche aus Noahs Arche. Die Meermenschen baten zuerst um Hilfe, aber das war nur die Spitze des Eisberges.

Als die außergewöhnliche Hexe Amber DeLea ein paar Tage vor Weihnachten auf meiner Türschwelle steht, erwarte ich Ärger. Doch wie sich herausstellt, hat ihre Schutzbefohlene, das Waisenkind Jade, ihren Weihnachtssack verloren – und Amber möchte, dass ich ihn finde. Einfach, oder? Die kleine Jade kennenzulernen, berührt mich. Plötzlich bin ich bereit, alles zu tun, um sicherzustellen, dass sie noch ein weiteres Weihnachten erlebt, das sie an den Weihnachtsmann glauben lässt. Ich darf sie nicht enttäuschen.

They pulled her from the lake – young, beautiful, and very, very dead. As Chester’s only magical Detective Inspector, I get the cases the Common police can’t handle, and this one has Other Realm written all over it. When the medical examiner discovers runes carved into the corpse’s bones, I know we’re in for a bumpy ride. Elemental runes. First victim drowned. My gut says there’s more coming, and my gut is rarely wrong.

For Bobby Miracle, the job at Hipposync was supposed to be a dream internship. But when a trans-dimensional lockdown freezes time, she is trapped with a terrifying enemy who has a very sharp axe to grind. With survival at stake and secrets lurking in every corner, Bobby must bring her A game to the party and hope that her surname finally, finally, kicks in. Because though she may dress like one, even gets called one, no way is she a witch…right?

After the shit that went down in Chrome Mine, I’m beginning to fear that I may never see my Sidnee again, because the Sidnee I’ve been left with? She’s downright scary. Just as we try to catch our breath, calamity strikes anew: the Mayor’s son has been murdered, and suspicion is being thrown around like confetti—from the mayor himself to nearly half the town, including the usually mild-mannered Sidnee.

My name’s Stacy, but you can call me Inspector Wise. As part of the Connection—the magical law enforcement keeping the supernatural under wraps—I deal with the grittiest magical crimes. The Other Realm is a Vampire-eat-Werewolf kind of world, and only the toughest survive. Fortunately, I’ve got a rare magical gift: I can slip into minds and make people dance to my tune. It's frowned upon to do that though, so I keep my talents more hidden than Area 51.

When a body is found pulverised beyond recognition, I’m called to investigate. As Chester’s only magical Detective Inspector, it’s my job to handle the cases the Common police can’t. This one has all the hallmarks of the Other Realm—especially when I find a talking bird caged at the scene.

Being Queen of the British Werewolves means I’m not one to back down, especially when my friend Emory is facing trial on spurious charges. I stormed in, certain that my impassioned speech would help save the king of the dragon shifters – but darker forces prevailed.

I thought I was finally getting the hang of being a paranormal policewoman, but when one of the gemstones powering the barrier around the town is stolen, I’m as terrified as the average Joe. Of course, there’s nothing average about the Joes in this town. It’s chock full of mythical creatures, and some of them think the barrier is a waste of time. Well, I’ve seen the cryptid monster beyond and I know we’re doomed if the magical palisade ever fails. Calling what would follow a massacre would be a gross understatement.