Ergebnis für "Hunted" in Übernatürliches

An outcast of the Immortal societies, Lucas Soul spends the first three hundred and fifty years of his existence being chased and killed by the Hunters. One fall night in Boston, the Hunt starts again, resulting in his fifteenth death and triggering a chain of events that sends him on the run with his best friend and human business partner.

On any given day, Chief Carrie Stewart has her hands full, between meth cooks, pot farmers, drunk and disorderly calls, and the ever-present day to day hassles of running an underfunded police department. But when first livestock and then people start dying, it will take the help of a mysterious man and all her resources to discover the truth. Is she the hunter, or the hunted?

Their radio is sabotaged. The wolves are gathering outside. And for the increasingly desperate mercenaries, the worst is yet to come in chapter three of The Boy in the Iron Box: the box is empty. In the wake of an inexplicable disappearance, Liev and his men use their tactical skills to last the night—by going hunting. Following a small, bare footprint in the snow leads only to the realization that someone, or something, is hunting them.

My name's Devon Jinx, and, yes, I'm half warlock, half witch. But I couldn't care less about which kind of magic is better. All I want to do is keep my head down and get on with my new job as an investigator at the Hunted Witch Agency. A recent, shall we say, mistake has put me in place to inherit the leadership of the warlocks. Which means only one thing. I have a choice to make: leave behind my life of witchery to become a warlock, or lose my warlock magic forever. Complicating my choice is the fact that someone is trying to destroy the warlock coven.

If magic could kill, it would, or at least it would kill Devon Jinx. Half-warlock, half....well, it used to be half-witch, but I'm not so sure anymore. Ever since I defeated a powerful witch, my magic isn't what it used to be. And yet, I still hunt the ring leaders of the witch slave trade until a more unsavory plot appears. Gerard, my agent partner, works with me to unravel the mystery of the warlock and witch gatherings. Apparently, they want to do a lot more than party. They're prepared to create half-breeds, like me, to keep the warlock coven safe from the witches who threaten it.

A ghostly twist. Three nights of terror at the house called Edbrook. Three nights in which David Ash, there to investigate a haunting, will be victim of horrifying games. Three nights in which he will face the blood-chilling enigma of his own past. Three hideous nights before Edbrook's dreadful secret will be revealed...And the true nightmare will begin.to the surface, tormenting him, refusing to let him rest. The memory of what he once had been.

Jason Thomas had always been obsessed with the ghost stories he'd watched on television from the time he was a kid. He'd always dreamed of visiting those haunted places and playing amateur ghost hunters with his best friend, Wade. As they grew older, Jason's fascination with ghosts grew, as well, and he'd drag Wade along to different haunted houses or hotels, always hoping to see an actual ghost.

Wolf-shifter Hugh Lupine simply wants to make it through the month and win the bet he has with his best friend. He's not looking to date anyone, or to solve a murder, but when a breathtaking beauty runs him over (literally), he's left no choice but to take notice of the quirky, sassy newcomer. She'd be perfect if it wasn't for the fact she's the granddaughter of the local supernatural hunter.

Who is the killer? A monster...or Sean Wolf’s own grandmother? Gregg Redcrow is dead and someone killed him. Sean’s mentally-ill grandmother claims it was the Grishla, a dinosaur animal spirit hell-bent on destroying Sean, his family, and the entire Dwanake tribe. She also claims he is the Ultra Witch, the most powerful witch ever born who is destined to slay the beast. But that’s just one of her delusions...right?

When Cornish Nurse Eliza Hamilton is mugged on her way home from work late one evening, it is the mysterious Roman Holbrook who appears from the darkness and fights off her strange attacker. Then he disappears into the night before the police arrive, leaving a semi-conscious Eliza questioning if he was, in fact, a figment of her imagination. That is until he shows up on her doorstep one rainy night - and all hell breaks loose again. But is this man her hero, or does he have a more sinister motive for wanting her kept alive?

Having brought Eliza back from the dead, Roman's unsanctioned resurrection has revealed his whereabouts to the same people he has spent a lifetime hiding from - and now, he needs to get as far away from the Hamilton mansion as he can. Alone. The hourglass has turned, and time is slipping away, but Roman can sense that things around him are not how they should be.

Since inheriting the link to the main source of warlock magic, the bounty on my head has quadrupled. If I don't find a way to disconnect from the powerful source, the warlocks will hunt me down. Banished to the city of Edinburgh for protection, I throw myself into a new case. Magic drugs are on the rise, and the agency is tasked in bringing down the coven responsible for pushing contaminated batches. But with a powerful witch mob leader protecting our culprit, we may run out of time. In an effort to prevent further deaths, I use my magic...and bring the warlocks back onto my trail.

The Hunted Witch Agency is hot on the heels of the leader of the witch slave trade. I'm determined to bring them down, even though they're closer to home than I realize. Gerard, the only male keeping me sane, is ready to put them down for good. Until I'm kidnapped. The witch who takes me has a personal vendetta. She can torture me all she likes, but she'll never make me give up my mission to end her enterprise. And her. I'm witch royalty, I'm a warlock disgrace. And now, I'm kidnapped. However, my magic is under control. For now. How long can I keep avoiding the inevitable?

I'm a protector of the ley lines, and I'm also the direct link to warlock magic. No wonder I'm amazingly amazing right now. Although, this amount of magic is making me shaky. Is any paranormal creature built to hold so much? Fighting the urge to use my magic every waking hour, I throw myself into the unfinished case of the Scottish mob coven and their poisoned drugs. My ignorance led me to believe I'd wrapped everything up with a bow. And yet, when our original culprit throws blame on the mob leader, we have to find evidence.