Demons, werewolves, zombies–they’re all supposed to be for entertainment purposes only.

Zo, I’m not a damn pussy!’Erik, looking very tall and full-grown, kick-your-butt vampyre-like, snorted sarcastically and then said, ‘No, you’re a damn human. Wait, that does make you a pussy!

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

My death granted immortality.With one look, I knew he’d be my undoing…” Forgotten, book #1 of the Fate Trilogy

If I were to lock you up in a dungeon, I guarantee you would not be bored.

He would lay here holding her as long as it took and he didn’t really care how long that might be. She was his world now, his priority, the rest of his life could wait...

Sorry, dear. This isn´t fairy tale. There´s no happily ever after. Just… ever after.

He understood now why she was so much calmer, so much happier when he held her hand while they walked. When he first did that, she had looked at their linked fingers quizzically, but didn’t...

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

You know, considering your IQ, you’re really socially retarded sometimes.

If an angel could admit she was wrong about a vampire, maybe there was hope forthe werepanthers in East Hampton after all.

I had a feeling that Harvey wore his shotgun around the house like a pair of holey underwear.

When I saw the Twilight movies I thought being a Vampyre was so romantic. When my friends decided to be Vampyres it was so cool. We would do anything to be like Dwayne and Maria...

So you want me to go to a human orgy, where I will not be welcome, and you want us to leave before I get to enjoy myself? ~Eric Northman

Good news is, we’re annoying him. Bad news is, we’re all going to die painfully.

I would destroy the entire village if doing so meant keeping you safe.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Buried and burned. Never find them. Never. Buried and buried.

Maybe you could give her a better life, but you don’t love her. You know nothing of love, angel. If she chose you, I’d let her go because I love her. Above my needs come...

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but...

With a snarling face, fangs and blood red eyes, she had lunged at him and secured her mouth to his throat before he had even had time enough to scream. It had been the most...

I wish we would all just fall apart so I wouldn’t have to listen to the downfall happen, so slowly, so painfully.

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You may be some fearsome creature, but I’m her daddy. You hurt her, there aren’t enough stone walls to keep me away from you and prevent me from mounting your head on a pike. You...

Sammi watched him walk toward her.He walked like a predator, a conqueror. A king who ruled and commanded all. He was sex and sin, decadence and sensuality.He was, simply put, spectacular.

This was the stuff of novels with — yeah — men like him on the cover.

I thoughtyou were some kind of psychopath.” My frown deepens, as I consider whether he might in fact be a psychopath.

Christ, how can our family be mankind’s best hope?

That day and night, the bleeding and the screaming, had knocked something askew for Esme, like a picture swinging crooked on a wall. She loved the life she lived with her mother. It was beautiful....

They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.

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

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.

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...

If anyone views himself as being totally perfect in the actual sense of the word, he is undoubtedly imperfect in God’s eyes. For the thought alone is one of presumption, impurity and imperfection. One may...

Paige, you will have two tasks tonight,’ he said, turning to face me. ‘Both will test the limits of your sanity. Will you believe me if I tell you that they will help you?”Not likely,’...

That night he ate so much spaghetti, Mom said he was in danger of turning into a big noodle, which made him laugh so hard, he fell out of his chair.

That’s it? That’s all that happens after you topple from grace? We lose our rubies and rations?” Marshall smirked. “Woe is me.

Mom made me say it over and over, Keep it hidden, keep it safe. If anyone truly knew everything, it would freak them out in a large way. It freaks the shit out of me...

I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, but you’ll have to forgive an old vampire for being a bit rusty in the dreamscape.

Hiking is like life…You can spend the whole trip just watching the trail ahead, worrying that you’ll twist an ankle or fall.And then you miss all this.

Demons exist,’ he says simply, as if talking about the weather. ‘They are real and they are dangerous. We hunt them when necessary and return them when we can.

Life was indeed good for a Wolf-Creature in the deep woods who had found his very own little red-headed chew toy.

Mer—mermaids. There are fish with women’s bodies or—women with fish bodies sitting upon the rocks. I—I never knew…

Yes, I do.

Nothing says delicious like a short Chinese man in a darkened alley to whet my appetite.

Well, just the same, we can’t afford anyone leaving any traceable marks on the gentlemen around here.”–Maggie Pollaski with the Raterink Sisters from The Ragtime Coven

Some ghosts or felt presences may simply be the essence of another living person projected outward while sleeping.

I put the carpetbag on a ledge, and then, hanging upside down by my razor-clawed feet, slept until sunset. A first for me, and actually quite comfortable.Lord help me.

He let out a hiss of pain,then smiled that crooked, sheepish smile he always fell back on when he was caught doing something bad. “Sorry. I-I didn’t mean to. I just- I’ve been lying here...

And your green eyes are the color of the hills- the color of my home.’ His voice dropped to a whisper. ‘Aye, there’s something about you, Lindsey Waters.