Resultados para "Puls" en Terror

Al started his day with a cup of cheap gas-station coffee, expecting it to be another mundane day of classes. Instead, he ran for his life as eldritch monsters ripped into his university, bumped into strange characters, and went toe to toe with evil incarnate to save his classmates and crush, almost costing him everything. Just as Al thought his story ended, he awoke in a strange place with strange people, broken and scarred. From there, he is presented a horrifying revelation and a seemingly impossible decision that could impact billions of lives.

Imagine a world where soldiers regenerate and continue fighting without pause, and where suicide bombers live to strike again. This is the dream of Richard Ridley, founder of Manifold Genetics, and he has discovered the key to eternal life: an ancient artifact buried beneath a Greek inscribed stone in the Peruvian desert.

Wahnsinn und Tod durch das Mobiltelefon - Stephen King: "Puls". Während Clayton Riddell sich auf einem Geschäftstrip in Boston befindet, bricht plötzlich das Chaos aus. Jeder, der gerade ein Handy am Ohr hat, mutiert zum Zombie: Leute fallen übereinander her, töten sich gegenseitig und laufen Amok. Riddell und zwei weitere Unschuldige flüchten in ein Hotel. Dort müssen sie, abgeschnitten von der Außenwelt, versuchen, Riddells Sohn zu erreichen, bevor auch er dem Wahnsinn zum Opfer fällt.

The first pulse occurred in the old calendar year of 2022. Gigantic solar flares created massive electromagnetic pulses that stopped the heart of our modern world and returned us to the Dark Ages. And Marine Master Gunnery Sergeant Nathaniel Hogan finds that he has been changed by the gamma radiation in the solar flares. They have enhanced his natural abilities, giving him increased speed, strength, and healing; indefinitely extending his life span and enabling him to be able to draw on the power of the solar flares to create magik. But even he was not prepared for what happened next.

For ten years she’s been under my skin and out of my grasp. The last time I saw her, I decimated her and everything she valued. Not a day passes that I don’t crave one more dose of her. And Ivy Ford’s everything I remember. Beautiful. Graceful. Seemingly innocent. I wish that were the case. There’s only one reason she’s reinserted herself into my life. Revenge.