Resultados para "The Grimmer" en Paranormal

Cuando tres hermanas caen bajo los encantos de un malvado hechicero tendrán que poner todo de su parte para poder vencerlo. A veces la magia negra puede llegar a ser una aliada más...

Una joven con una melena que se conocía en todo el reino y una historia no antes contada de por qué estaba en lo alto de una torre. ¿Qué pasó realmente con Rapunzel?...

Never should have been the end of my problems. I should be back on Grimm. With Hook. Hating Crowley. And working alongside my partner, the Hatter. But life rarely turns out how I expect. The Sea Witch, and oh, incidentally my mother, has told me I'm a witch. Not just any witch either, but one of the biggest bad. I wouldn't believe her, except I can do magick now. Unfortunately, I can't do enough to escape the predicament I'm in. Hook's dead. Crowley's dead. And I'm alone in a realm that hates my guts. And there has been a murder. My sister's, Aquata's. The realm blames me.

Kel Carpenter and Meg Anne present book three in the Grimm Brotherhood series.

I died for Hostess cupcakes. I know. Tragic, right? Even worse, after I came back, I still didn't get any cupcakes. What I did get, however, is a six-foot-something reaper with eyes like blue fire to guide me into the world of the supernatural. Which, as it turned out, wasn't quite like the fairy tales little girls are told growing up. Not only is magic real, more importantly, so are monsters. And apparently, I'm one of them.

My name's Elle. Princess Arielle, for those who know about my past. Cursed by my own father, now I'm banished to Grimm. I'm a siren, killer, and one of the best damned cold-case detectives in all of the bloody realms. I don't stop until I discover the truth. My next case sends me to Wonderland, a harrowing place of madness and dark secrets. I'd rather be landlocked than step foot on that tainted soil, but I don't have a choice after discovering Alice's bloodstained ribbon and a bandicoot's claw covered in blood beside two stiffs at the Charmings' castle.

I found my brother's murderer, by becoming his next victim. The asshat killed me, too. But little does he know - I came back. Again. Now he's going down. But before I can destroy him, I need to resolve the little issue of me not dying. That's twice now I've cheated death. Something's not right. Graves doesn't think I'm a reaper, and the ghosts seem to agree with him. They say that I'm different. That I'm more. All I know is that things are getting real weird in Farrow's Square and dying is hungry work. Where's a truckload of Hostess cupcakes when a girl needs them?

There's a power vacuum on Olympus. That's the thing about a civil war. Everyone's weaker in the end than when the war began. If the gods don't stop attacking each other, none of them will have the strength to rule. Anarchy can be worse than tyranny. You can assassinate a tyrant. You can't eliminate everyone under anarchy. Why does everyone seem to think I'm the answer to the problem? Sure, I can reap gods. I'm the only mortal the Olympians fear.

The Grim Reaper has been benched. There hasn't been a soul to reap in months. What did my brother do that has the gods in such a tizzy? It isn't like people stopped dying. If the reapers aren't ushering the souls of the deceased into the afterlife, someone else . . . or something else . . . will do the job. Mercenary monsters of ancient lore have emerged to fill the void. Banshees. Hellhounds. Soul-rippers. All under the command of some other god . . . Whoever he is, he's no friend to the Olympians.

You want to pay me to reap supernaturals? I mean, seriously? Don't get me wrong, the money is great. I love my work. But there's a funny thing about being the world's only supernatural reaper . . . You make a lot of powerful enemies. Pissing off all the world's vampires would be frightening enough. Add to that werewolves, witches, banshees, and trolls . . . How the hell am I ever going to get a good night's sleep?

The new vampire queen intends to lead her kind from the shadows, to dominate humanity. I'll be damned before I let that happen! I've taken down so many vampires already. You'd think we'd be making progress. Why, then, are the vampires getting stronger? I'm afraid this whole situation is about to bite me in the butt. Perhaps, even, literally.

A strange message and ominous warning send Gypsy back to her hometown of Twilight, seeking answers from her doting parents. When she arrives nothing is as it should be. Her parents have disappeared into thin air, and she is the prime suspect.

The legends didn't do Dracula justice. Bat shifting is one thing. The ability to connect his mind to any he'd sired was an ability severely understated in the stories. His horde is like a bloodsucking Borg collective. Add to that his abilities to travel the astral plane and hypnotize his victims with a glance and his butt-load of money . . . There's a creek, and a paddle, and I've lost my paddle. I've defeated a god or two in my day. I've never faced an enemy like this. It may be my biggest challenge yet, but we have one advantage.

The gods might be crazy . . . Some of them are pissed! I couldn't blame them. How was I supposed to know that all the supernatural nasties I'd reaped were going to overrun Olympus? Most of these gods hadn't been on earth for thousands of years. Some of them are enjoying themselves . . . a bit too much . . . Others are looking for revenge. They're coming for me. It's one thing to wonder whether I can possibly survive the wrath of the gods. Now that they're targeting innocent people to draw me out, I have to ask . . . Is it possible to reap a god?

My brother is taking over the family business . . . It was something I'd trained for my entire life. I was more suited for it than he was in almost every way. Except for the most important one . . . the ability he'd inherited from our father. Why wasn't I born with the same powers? I'm leaving the underworld. I don't belong there anymore. Of course, I only have one marketable skill: Kicking ass and taking names. How can I use that to start a new life for myself on Earth? Unfortunately, vigilantism doesn't pay the bills.

The critically acclaimed author of The House at the End of Hope Street combines love, mystery, and magic with her first foray into bewitching fantasy with a dark edge evocative of V.E. Schwab and Neil Gaiman. Once upon a time, a demon who desired earthly domination fathered an army of dark...

All Hallows’ Eve meets All Saints’ Day in critically acclaimed author Menna van Praag’s mesmerizing second book featuring the Sisters Grimm—a dark, contemporary fantasy that skillfully blends love, obsession, and dark magic. After the battle with their demon father ends in a devastating...

Ein Krieg zweier Völker. Ein Kampf um eine Liebe, die nicht sein darf.Eine Prophezeiung, die alles vereinen oder zerstören kann. Nach der Flucht aus dem Haus ihrer kontrollsüchtigen Mutter wird die 17-jährige Lily von sonderbaren Vorfällen geradezu verfolgt. Ihr Leben entgleitet ihr vollends, als eines Tages Rian, der geheimnisvolle Mann aus ihren Träumen, leibhaftig vor ihr steht. Er berichtet von einer Prophezeiung und enthüllt Lilys wahre Identität. Ein Krieg, der seit Generationen in der Welt der Magie wütet, droht nun auch die Erde zu zerstören.

Eine Mordserie erschüttert das viktorianische London. Scotland Yard tappt im Dunkeln, doch die Geisterjäger Eric und Emilia Stewart wittern Übernatürliches. Die Spur führt zu einem geheimnisvollen Kult namens "Lunar Covenant", der dunkle Rituale durchführt. Als sich MacNamaras Verlobte Mary plötzlich als Bestie entpuppt, überschlagen sich die Ereignisse. Nun beginnt ein Wettlauf gegen die Zeit, um den Fluch zu brechen.

In unseren Großstädten gibt es illegale Müllhalden, verlassene Häuser, die nur noch der Verputz zusammenhält und in deren Kellern übler, giftiger Abfall lagert. Reporterin Jesse will den richtig verrotteten Ecken hinter der Glitzerfassade der City eine Fotoserie widmen und so begibt sie sich mit ihrem Fotografen Stu auf die Suche - doch was sie im "Garbage-House" erwartet, übersteigt dann sogar ihre Phantasie: Hier haust eine neue, absolut tödliche Lebensform, die auf neue Opfer lauert und ihren unheimlichen Einfluss immer weiter ausdehnt.