Resultados para "Lost Secrets" en Terror

There's nothing that Ryley hates worse than her father, but serial killers rank a close second. Alive or dead, they're all the same—they need to be stopped. When a ghostly serial killer torments a young girl, Ryley must put an end to his reign of terror and figure out a way to shove him into the great beyond. But when a fellow psychic turns up dead, and another one suddenly goes missing, Ryley suspects that it's not just the ghostly threats she needs to worry about. There's also a live predator lurking somewhere in the shadows.

In the farthest reaches of space, where light barely touches and time warps into oblivion, an entire fleet vanished without a trace. Ten years later, a single, chilling transmission is received: “This is Commander Adrian Wolfe… Ghost Fleet… requesting assistance.” Captain Elena Vasquez thought she had buried the memory of Wolfe, the man she once loved, along with the fleet’s disappearance. But now, his desperate call for help pulls her into the dark unknown—a place where nightmares are real, and the dead do not rest.

The Silent City: Where Voices Are Lost and Secrets Speak is a haunting tale of mystery, resilience, and the enduring power of human expression in the face of oppression. The story unfolds in a city shrouded in an eerie silence, where voices have been stolen, and the vibrant culture once thriving within its walls has been reduced to a ghostly stillness. The narrative follows Elira, a wanderer who arrives in the silent city cloaked in fog, unaware that her arrival fulfills an ancient prophecy.

Über das BuchDiese alten Mauern verbergen mehr als nur eine lange Geschichte.Das Angebot, in einem geschichtsträchtigen Anwesen für ein gutes Gehalt die Bibliothek zu archivieren, ist für den jungen Absolventen Matthieu verlockend. Sein Auftraggeber, der mysteriöse Monsieur Machard, lädt ihn in das alte Haus ein. Bald beginnt Matthieu mit der Arbeit und wird der Familie Lerot vorgestellt, in deren Besitz sich das Haus befindet.

I still dream, every night, of Polneath on fire. Smoke unravelling from an upper window, and the terrace bathed in a hectic orange light.... Now I see that the decision I made at Polneath was the only decision of my life. Everything marred in that one dark minute.