Ergebnis für "The Foxe" in Humor

When Tempest Michaels opened a paranormal investigation agency, it was to corner a niche of the market where gullible people believe they are being haunted or that their Great Aunt Hilda is a witch …… what he gets is unparalleled mayhem as cases with far more teeth and claw than he expected start lining up at his door. Having invited chaos into his life, it’s not long before he needs to call in help, but are his mates from the pub, an ex-army buddy, his dogs, and his mum (why are there no grandchildren, Tempest?) really the back-up he needs?

"Du hast mich in den Hals gebissen, verdammt noch mal! Wie soll das nicht schlimm sein? Was soll das?" Wütend machte ich mich los und sah ihn an. "Du bist nicht einfach nur so ein Freak, der sich für einen Vampir hält, das passt nicht zu dir." "Da hast du recht, ich halte mich nicht dafür, ich bin einer." Lilian liebt das Tanzen. Als sie mit ihren Freunden im angesagtesten Club der Stadt feiern gehen, macht ihr der Inhaber ein unglaubliches Angebot. Sie soll für ihn als Tänzerin arbeiten.

Seine eisblauen Augen glitzerten kalt, als er das Schwert erhob und den nächsten Gegner, der sich ihm in den Weg stellte, damit niederstreckte. Er war von Kopf bis Fuß mit dem Blut seiner Opfer beschmiert und dennoch schien er nicht müde zu werden. Das Heer, das in die Stadt eingefallen war, kannte keine Gnade. Jeder der sich ihnen in den Weg stellte, wurde getötet, und im Zentrum dieses Chaos stand er. Er sah sich nach seinem nächsten Opfer um und plötzlich blieben seine Augen an mir hängen. Unsere Blicke trafen sich und er kam direkt auf mich zu.

"Mum, wer bist du?" Sie seufzte schwer und sah mich dann mit ihrem liebevollsten Mutterblick an. "Ich bin Freya." Wenn ich nicht schon gesessen hätte, ...

My whole life, I've been the perfect daughter: perfect hair, perfect body, perfect grades, perfect career. Of course my mother would choose the perfect fiancé for me! Thank God I wised up in time and dumped the jerk, but maybe I shouldn't have jumped into bed with the first hottie who winked at me. But how was I supposed to resist? Yeah, he's an orc, and he's muscled and tatted and definitely the take-charge kind of guy. Little did I realize, when I snuck out of his bed, that he'd left me with a present.

The paranormal? It’s all nonsense, but proving it might get them killed. Jane is missing. Taken by a serial killer known only as the Sandman, Tempest and friends must unravel the clues to find her before night falls. Why so soon? Because that is when he kills his victims, bringing them dreams as he sings them to sleep, just like in the song.

Verity King has a problem with her husband. He’s been turned into a frog, and contrary to opinion, that’s not an improvement. A cryptic message, a severed finger in her fridge, and no signs of forced entry make it clear to Tempest why he was called, but Mr King’s worrying transformation is just the first act. Almost before he can add up the clues, a second victim confirms the theme and Tempest finds himself up against someone performing modern retellings of the Grimm Brothers’ Fairy Tales … with real live human characters.

The paranormal? It’s all nonsense, but proving it might get him killed. A woman whose dead husband is haunting her? That sounds like a routine case. Until she reveals her husband’s name …… and a past event Tempest wants to forget comes back to haunt him. Taking a case he doesn’t want, its only hours before he finds a threat on his doorstep. Leave the dead to be dead. Unfortunately, that’s not always possible. Includes short story Live and Die by Magic from the Realm of False Gods universe.

The city of Rochester is in the grip of fear, a terrifying wizard killing at random just for the fun of it. But is he? Or do the victims have something very specific in common? They each received a business card before they met their ends and Tempest Michaels soon discovers the dead are not the only ones to have been contacted. He has clients lining up, all of them convinced they could be next.

'Twas the day before Christmas and Michael Michaels is about to upset his wife. Recent adventures with his son, Tempest, have piqued his need for a little more action in his life …… but when he finds himself facing off against a giant ghoul a few hours later, he begins to think he should have listened to Mary and stayed at home.

Tempest Michaels has a vampire problem. He’s an old hat at this game and dealing with cases like this are his specialty. Except this time…the vampires are his clients. When someone starts targeting members of the local vampire Live Action Role Play club, there’s only one person they can think of to turn to–their old nemesis, Tempest Michaels. Unfortunately for Tempest, when he takes the case, he doesn’t realise they automatically assume that means twenty-four-hour protection.

To do list: 1. Solve big case while boss is away. 2. Have serious relationship dramas. 3. Jump a river with a car. What the heck did I get myself into? My name's Jane Butterworth. For me, the paranormal is just a day job. I work at the Blue Moon Investigation Agency, a firm that specialises in cases that no one else will take, cases that start at strange and unexplainable and tier rapidly south from there.

Hey, all you cool cats and vampires, I'm witch and bounty hunter Sylvie Orion. Or at least, I was. Who and what I am seems to be up for debate these days. I mean, other than the fact I'm now the world's most wanted witch. (The reward is buy-your-own-island money. I even want to turn myself in)...

Logan Blackwell does not work well with others, but if he hopes to defeat this new threat, he’s going to have to learn…or more cities will burn. A warlock hell-bent on offering up the major cities of the world as a sacrifice to a god of destruction is more than he can stop alone.

I'm the worst. Seriously. Ask anyone and they'll tell you, "Sylvie Orion is the world's worst witch." But being a supernatural bounty hunter requires more smarts than magic. So put that on your wand and suck it, beyotches. When my latest client—a kleptomaniac werewolf—disappears, I'm on the...

A rookie cop. A team of supernatural detectives. A power hungry witch on a killing spree. My name is Cat McKenzie, and I’m in over my head.

Gold coins from a centuries-old sunken treasure ship have been found on the beach in Cawsand. This would be no cause for Tempest Michaels to take notice, but a man murdered by the ghost of a dead pirate come to claim back the gold? That ticks all his boxes.

Tempest Michaels is back! His office burned down, his love life is a joke and he's convinced he's getting fat. It's the perfect time for a new case then! The client is the son of a man who was killed in a freak accident — struck by lightning. That doesn't sound very paranormal until you learn that he was inside his house when it happened and his heart exploded from his chest. There are eldritch runes drawn on the victim’s house and his wife, together with several of her friends, has been seen colluding with a mysterious old crone.

When he is called to investigate a Yeti attack in the French Alps, Tempest Michaels is certain it will just be another fool in a costume - He’s going to solve the case in five minutes and spend a few days skiing. Yay! Guess again. The mountain, the locals, and above all, the Yeti, have other plans in mind. With the Dachshunds doing their best to avoid the cold and Big Ben distracted by the abundant snow bunnies on offer, Tempest is in for a tougher test than he expected.

Owain was a painter, a husband and a father. When the golden letters appeared in front of his eyes, he knew he would have to change. How much of himself was he willing to sacrifice to ensure the safety of his loved ones?