Ergebnis für "Youth" in Horror

Marah Chase has everything she wants. Her academic career is back on track, she’s moved into a Manhattan apartment, and a dream job is waiting at the American Museum of Natural History. So why can’t she seem to stop slipping into her old ways, traveling the world in search of lost relics and buried treasure? Back out in the field, Chase finds the lost Ark of the Covenant, a discovery that could trigger a holy war, as religions and nations argue over ownership of the sacred item.

Someone is killing the gay boys of Verona, Indiana, and only one gay youth stands in the way. He finds himself pitted against powerful foes but finds allies in places he did not expect. A brutal murder. Gay ghosts. A haunted Victorian mansion. A cult of hate. A 100-year-old ax murder. All this and more await 16-year-old Sean as he delves into the supernatural and races to discover the murderer before he strikes again. Someone Is Killing the Gay Boys of Verona is a supernatural murder mystery that goes where no gay novel has set foot before.

Elliott isn't pleased about being exiled from Chicago to the sleepy town of Verona, Indiana, but he's determined to make the best of it. He meets Marshall, who is undoubtedly the most bizarre boy in school, but who is the only one, other than his grandmother, that Elliott can trust not to be freaked out by the ghost in his bedroom and the strange dreams that might not be dreams at all.

Halloween Trick or Supernatural Threat? Halloween is a spooky time of year in sleepy Verona, Indiana, but when a local high school wrestler goes missing the holiday takes a sinister turn. The season becomes truly creepy when another hunky, young athlete disappears and a long-forgotten local legend comes to life. Soon, all tremble with fear as the once-benevolent guardians of the fields stalk the young jocks of Verona High School.

I wish I could say that when Benson and his gang showed up we drew on some previously unknown strength and kicked their Rich Kid asses; that we chased them all the way back to their fancy cars and tucked and rolled seats and kicked in their doors and fenders; although we really would do that later, not to them personally but to guys like them, in those dog days immediately after high school - when Orley had yet to join the army and I’d yet to lose my mother, and LA was just a twinkle in Kevin’s eye.