He meant to go lightly, cautiously, sweetly. First kiss, first date. But she curled her fingers in his hair, pressed her hot little body against his, and kissed him back as if they had been dating for a good long while! As if he wanted him like he wanted her.Now this was more like it.

When you give yourself to me, completely, I will bite you. Until then, my love, I will only nibble on you.”~Cole

Day in and day out we learn to train and grow as Guardians. We do as we’re told and follow the rules. We all work hard. Now it’s our turn to watch some demons tremble in fear! It’s our turn to watch the hunters become the hunted. Who’s ready to see some fighting? Better yet,...

Unless I was delirious from my injury, we had just been captured by vampires.Who were they, and what did they intend to do with the rest of us?

His dark blond hair was short and neatly trimmed around his ears. The blond highlighted it just enough to make one think it’d been kissed by the sun, but I knew better.Stopping a few feet away, he watched me.I squirmed under his perusal. “So, are we going to the prom or what?”He laughed, revealing brilliant...

One can lose themselves in the twilight, when there are no colors to guide the way.

I never thought I would die at the age of seventeen, so when I received the death message, I was a little freaked out.

I’m not into werewolves, but holy crap is he a hottie. Totally gorgeous and built like a tank. I bet he’s got one down to his—

Fuck the weather forecasters and their predictions. With magic, he’d just turned their Doppler radar upside down.Sapphire Phelan (Being Familiar With a Witch)

Weave the circle, tightly sewn,Let nothing evil or unknownEnter within. Stay withoutOn pain of death, we cast you out.

I remembered Daemon’s feather soft kisses on my cheek, and I remembered the clouds parting and the sun shining on a cold February day in Ireland. And as my baby girl was laid on my chest and my husband held my hand, I saw my best friend Kat walk into the sun kissed part in...

Fearful that they would be caught, the young lovers cast themselves into the sea with their stone, saying these words, “May we ever be united in love and hidden as long as this stone hides in deep waters.

The Paranormal is entirely NORMAL. Furthermore, I believe the Supernatural is both SUPER and NATURAL. Paranormal and Supernatural experiences happen to ordinary folk like you and I, every day. Ain’t it cool?

I keep warning and warning, and nobody seems willing to listen. One of these days someone is going to wake up to the fact that I’m serious when I say never to attack my sister without looking over your shoulder for me. (Rhoan)

It hurt, remembering. Hurt because there was so much I’d done, so much I’d yet to do. In so many different ways, I now realized, not remembering had been a blessing. A brief respite in the twisted bloody mess that my life had become.But at least I knew who I was.

Professor, when people say such things after impossibility smacks them in the face, we call it denial

We’re novel worthy, day walking, blood sucking, tortured souls trapped in a body that can’t die for all eternity with no feelings, no emotions and no heart. – Elaine White, Runaway Girl

It was deeper than some boy thinking she was cute. It was more like she was food and he was hungry. It was as if Mars needed her to survive.

The same could be said of you,” Ignatius reminded him, thinking of a forced seduction by chicken.

,Qué es esto?” es lo primero que piensa cuando ve a su atacante.

When their mouths collided, the earth shifted, and she felt like she was coming face-to-face with death, and the brush was sweet, while he experienced life in the most shattering way.

University departments wanted to hire sober, rational researchers and teachers. You were allowed revelatory, apocalyptic experiences only after you had tenure.

Dying a thousand deaths in my head to protect you is better than losing you one time in the flesh.”~ Gustaf Ræliksen

We’re supposed to love flowers, yet we rip them from their homes, and give them to people who don’t love us.”-Toril Withers (Dark Winter).

I shook Alan’s hand and the feeling just grew stronger. It was a bit frustrating. Like when you’re looking for what to say and it’s on the tip of your tongue, but no matter how hard you try, it just keeps eluding you.

Get done with the damn sibling rivalry and let’s get back with the task at hand here so we can figure out what we’re going to do.

Anyone who isn’t scared of you is insane.

You are most definitely my catnip.

You don’t remember it. And that automatically means you didn’t do it?

I might be able to walk away from sexy, dangerous shifters, but chocolate had me at its beck and call.

More than anything.” Rob persisted. “You’d crawl on your belly over broken glass for her. Easy.

In the woods lay a bleeding angel in all her glory. Her arms posed gracefully above her head and her hair soaked in the mud, the blood and feces in which she lay. Dying, fading into the other realm, her form christened by the rain as though the trees had begun to weep upon her...

The werewolf paid cash, sliding the change into the hip pocket of his jeans.

People spend their entire lives fearing the very thing you apparently crave. They do anything they can to delay the process or fool themselves into believing it’s farther away than it actually is. With every passing year, with every milestone, they only feel more anxiety, more inclination to defeat this inevitability of nature, only to...

Well of course, you’ve had that bloody uniform on all day. I was half ready to tell you how much I liked you.

Lifting his gaze to Graham, he reached over and cupped his cheek. “I’m not much on sharing emotions and crap.

Yeah, and shit floats.” Lesa took her seat, yanking out last night’s English homework.

She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem…

It was hard to judge a man’s full character by his bachelor party etiquette.

We weren’t so much oil and vinegar as a lit match and napalm.

Martha Ridgley had been a single, working-class woman with no children or close family. Her killer had never been caught, and her case was eventually forgotten.But not by everyone—not by whoever had been paying the rent on Apartment #37 for over two decades until, for one reason or another, the lease was finally up.The Woman...

I wanted to pull out his toenails and poke them in his eyeballs.

She’d had sex with a demon. Tayla swallowed bile and tried to keep her stomach from heaving. She needed to shower. And douche.

If a palmist grasp my palm, and look into it, without seeing a single line, what would he read?

Roots cannot grow into trees if there are no supernatural elements in the soil. Man cannot grow wealthy and famous if he doesn’t contribute to either, the good or evil.

Intelligence is a necessity, but when one is without a supernatural sense, intelligence becomes senseless.

She needed him. More than just his blood or the pleasure he offered with his playground of a body, she needed him—and that was far more terrifying than becoming a blood sucking monster.

God, fate was a sick, twisted bitch. Doomed. He was certainly and absolutely heading straight for the fiery pits of Hell, he realized, as he lusted for his sworn enemy, the vampire.

Jenny retained a flimsy essence of the truth. It was a quiet knowing she’d always hold in her heart…”Broken Mirror by Oliver Rixon