Are you compensating for something, Monroe?” –Bastian

Remember, Vampyres are dead. While a female Vampyre can go through the motions of sex, since their flesh retains normal flexibility and warmth, they are unable to truly participate. So having sex with a female...

When you cross over into the weird stuff, there’s no going back. Hector has a theory on it. Calls it the law of ‘Anomalous Phenomena Attraction.’ He explained it to me once. Didn’t really pay...

Ce este, de fapt, normal pentru mine? Ce poate fi normal într-o lume în care nimic nu e ceea ce pare? Doar moartea mai pare să fie un lucru adevărat, pentru că viața s-a transformat...

That is strange and creepy,” Marcy remarked, “but totally cool. You Ghostbustered her.

You are a bright light, Elli.’ His own breath hitches, a sound that I cannot quite grasp. His eyes are darkening, his lips tightening. His hands grasp me tighter and he moves closer, his mouth...

So how did it go? I sat on the toilet and ran a hand over my hair. Um… it’s still going, I whispered.It’s still going? Then what are you doing calling me?Well… it’s just that…What?How...

Aku juga menyukainya. Terlalu menyukainya sehingga tidak bisa kukatakan.

We’re going to need a shitload of steel,” the human muttered.

She had a woman’s swagger at twelve-and-a-half. Hair: strawberry-blonde, and I vaguely recall a daisy in the crook of her ear. She was an inch taller than me, two with the ponytail; smooth cheeks and...

If he loved me, he couldn’t kill me.

I gaped at what I saw next. She yanked his arm off and ate it. Gross! I knew she was hungry, but that was just…well, against the school rules for one thing.

My name’s Sean, Jem. I’m Sean.

My dad liked to say that magic itself is never black; only the uses to which it is put, but mind magic is already tinted a deep, dark gray.

Kiss me good.”Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened,...

They’d never scared him, really. When he was younger, he hadn’t known that there was anything different about them. By the time he was old enough to figure out that no one else could see...

Strong isn’t about not being afraid, Caitlin. It’s about facing what you’re scared of.

If you simply write him off as the god of sacrifice and nothing more, then you are way off the mark. He’s got more courage, integrity, and heart than anyone I’ve ever met.

Ah, well, it never hurts to try.

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...

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.

THE 52ND is a unique entry in the YA and Paranormal genres. With a diverse cast of characters, thrilling mythology, and a potential series ahead, Dela knocks it out of the park with THE 52ND.

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....