Résultats pour "Kim" dans Surnaturel

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.

C’est le Festival de la Nuit à Hollow Cove, des festivités annuelles pour célébrer le monde paranormal qui s’étendent sur cinq soirs consécutifs et regroupent une multitude de personnages puissants parmi nos cercles de sorcellerie. Il y a juste un petit problème. Quelqu’un est retrouvé mort. Et je suis accusée du meurtre.

I’m pregnant. Yep, you heard that right. Pregnant. And while I’m trying really hard not to freak out about that, Hollow Cove is busy preparing for its Headless Horseman reenactment—a big deal around here, apparently. But just as the town is gearing up for spooky fun, events take a real-life terrifying twist. A body is discovered, and carved into it are the words: “Give it back.”

But I’m not your average witch. I’m a Dark witch, and I loooove to hunt and kill demons with good old-fashioned magic. All is well until a human girl is murdered and her soul taken by a Greater demon. It gets worse. Human bodies are dropping like flies and I have no choice but to team up with Logan, a sexy as sin angel-born warrior to solve the case. Trouble is, everyone knows angel-borns hate Dark witches. I can’t trust him. But I don’t have a choice. I’m going to solve these murders, even if the angel-born hates me, and even if the heat between us is irresistible.

Okay, so I'm in trouble. Big trouble. I'm broke. Worse, my boyfriend of five years just dumped me. What do I do? I move in with my three eccentric aunts in their family home, Davenport House. Sounds exciting, only this massive farmhouse likes to eat men. If I were a regular human, I would have run out screaming like a banshee. As a witch - I do absolutely nothing. Hey, maybe they deserved it? I'm back in Hollow Cove, the flamboyant paranormal community, where nymphs, werewolves, trolls, shifters, witches, and other paranormals live comfortable lives away from prying human eyes.

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.

I thought my life was finally going my way. Boy, was I wrong. When a new job lands in my lap from the Dark Witch Court, with a very large paycheck, I take it. It should have been an easy gig. I was wrong again. Nothing is what it seems. When members of the Gray Council wind up dead, a new evil closes in and I find myself on a dangerous path. Just when I thought I could kick back and relax, the madness of the Netherworld and demons pulls me right back in. And I have no choice but to kick some serious butt.

Lucifer took my magic. Okay, so technically, Derrick the incubus douche took it, but he was Lucifer's guy and following orders. Still, I can't be a witch or a Merlin without magic. Can my life get any worse? Of course, it can. As I try to adjust and accept life without a drop of magic in my veins, Marcus disappears. Well, not exactly, more like he ghosts me. He's not returning my calls or my texts. Just when I think I finally have my love life on track, it gets derailed, and my heart is slowly torn apart.

A human, a hellhound, and an archangel walk into a bar...sounds like the first line to a joke, right? Only it's no joke. It's my damned life. Witches are running riot. Shifters are on the hunt. Demons are eating humans. There's a new drug on the street. Sigil is dark and deadly to the paranormal kind, opening up their second sight, urging them to maim, torture, and kill. And the bodies are piling up.

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.

Meine Tante Beverly wird heiraten. Ich sollte mich für sie freuen. Oder? Doch das tue ich nicht. Denn ich weiß, dass dieser Derrick nichts Gutes bedeutet. Nennt es meinen Hexeninstinkt, aber ich bin überzeugt, dass mit dem Kerl etwas nicht stimmt. Aber wie beweise ich das meiner Tante? Ich stehe unter Druck, denn ich habe nur vier Tage Zeit, um es vor der Hochzeit herauszufinden. Ja, vier Tage, bis Beverly diesem schleimigen Mistkerl das Jawort gibt.

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.

Alles, was ich tun wollte, war, mich zurückzulehnen und mit einem gewissen, sehr, sehr heißen, Wergorilla zu entspannen. Aber stattdessen muss ich mich damit beschäftigen, die Königin der Hölle zu finden. Hatte ich sie gefunden? Nein, noch nicht. Und mir gehen langsam die Orte aus, an denen ich suchen kann. Ich weiß, dass es nur eine Frage der Zeit ist, bis sie etwas Dummes tut, wie z. B. eine ganze Stadt auszulöschen, nur weil sie sich dort jemand besser gekleidet hat als sie. So ist sie nun mal. Sehr eitel. Aber ich habe noch schlimmere Probleme.

Okay, so officially, I’ve resigned from the Dark Witch Court as one of the witches who clean up paranormal problems no one else wants to handle. Specifically, I deal with the demons that escape from the Veil—the invisible layer that protects our world from the Netherworld. But when I’m called in to investigate a series of human deaths at a local New York restaurant while between jobs, I’m in no position to turn down the cash. So, I unofficially take the gig.

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.

Nachdem Shay und ich bei Valen eingezogen sind, dachte ich, ich könnte mir endlich eine wohlverdiente Pause vom Wahnsinn dieser Stadt gönnen und ein paar schöne nackte Stunden mit meinem Riesen verbringen. Aber als jemand eine ausgemergelte Leiche in Valens Restaurant findet, weiß ich, dass ich nie eine Pause bekommen werde. Und es kommt noch schlimmer. Es tauchen noch mehr Leichen auf und ein Ermittler des Grauen Rates beginnt sowohl im Twilight Hotel als auch in Valens Restaurant herumzuschnüffeln.

Niemals in meinen dreißig Jahren hätte ich gedacht, dass mein neuer Alltag ein Job als Assistentin eines Seelensammlers - eigentlich eine Sklavin - sein würde, bei dem ich dabei helfe, Seelen von verzweifelten Menschen einzusammeln, die sie an ihn verkaufen. Der Dämon glaubt, er könne mich kontrollieren, aber ich habe vor, die Dinge anders zu machen... auf meine Art. Aber wir alle wissen, dass es nie so einfach ist, vor allem nicht in meinem Leben.

Whispers of their latest diabolical scheme have reached my ears, and now it's up to me to stop them. But my hands are tied (literally) by the cursed rusane around my neck, rendering my magic useless against them.

I took Dash’s place among The Forsaken without a moment’s hesitation—a reckless, impulsive decision and not exactly my smartest move. But there you have it. Now, I’m bound to this group until the bitter end… or my own demise. Foolish? Perhaps. But I have one more trick up my sleeve. Once again, I find myself in a dangerous game against The Forsaken, fighting to safeguard magical tablets that hold the fate of not only Moonfell but possibly the entire world.

It's the annual Night Festival in Hollow Cove, a paranormal festival extravaganza that lasts for five nights and features a multitude of powerful faces in our paranormal circles. There's only one little problem. Someone ends up dead. And I'm the one accused of murder. As my life spirals down the crapper once again, things between me and Marcus are even more confusing than ever before - hot - but ridiculously confusing. And to add to my wondrous good fortune - something or someone is trying to kill me.