But there was something in the air, a watchfulness laced with a charge of malice. The eyes observing us were invisible, but were observing us, nonetheless.

There, in the corner under the window—the window through which he thought he saw movement before—was a slender white foot! Quinn’s heart froze in his chest and frightened bile began working its way up his...

She could sense the desire pouring off the man in front of her, and to be wanted so obviously, so fiercely, went to her head like moonshine. He made her feel like a goddess.Provided goddesses...

I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.

She fished a gum wrapper and pen from her bag and wrote down her number. “I’d like to stay friends with you and Jason. That’s my cell number. You can call me any time you...

Yes, I’m a materialist. I’m willing to be shown wrong, but that has not happened — yet. And I admit that the reason I’m unable to accept the claims of psychic, occult, and/or supernatural wonders...

Are you sure?” Aidan asked, “Gavriel’s still a vampire.” “He warned me about you and about them. He didn’t have to. I’m not going to repay that by-” she hesitated, then frowned. “What did you...

Shiloh had become far too used to it; for all that she paid him no mind, the moment his sharp fangs pierced the skin on the inside of her thigh, her head lolled back against...

They’re similar to the human idea of the sandman. They used to help people sleep. Now they’re more prone to creating nightmares that end in death.” Lucky’s description of the dream weavers.

They say that right before you die your whole life flashes before you – a medley of your own personal greatest hits. Well then, I must be about to live, because events that haven’t happened...

Kane wondered if any man in her life had really noticed how beautiful she was.

Sleep,” he commanded. “You need to rest after being jumped.””You could jump me.

An extraordinarily rare ability is in your possession. Hone the skills so you effectively utilize your gift. As we speak and as you wile away your time, the aswang is preparing to strike again. Lives...

You can only fight what you are for so long. Eventually the hand that nature has dealt you will make you become what you were meant to be. You have no control over it.

I’ve never liked urban myths. I’ve never liked pretending to believe in them; never understood why everyone else doesn’t see straight through them. Why is it they’ve always happened to a friend of a friend...

naked fun time,” which was apparently what Joseph called it. There were some things people should never know, and that was one of them.

Inside Ms. Maddox’s classroom, it was so quiet you could hear the breathing bounce off the walls.

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

I’ve been waiting for you,” he murmured.Aphrodite slowly walked across the balcony, as her mind raced, trying to think of the perfect thing to say in return. All of a sudden a thought came to...

I want you to walk away from a fight instead of run toward it, goddamn it.

Listen Nosferatu , you better get your claws off me now, or I’m going to go Buffy on your undead ass.

Jumping Jehoshaphat. O Holy Night.

You are mine. You are always going to be mine. It doesn’t matter what came before, the only thing that matters is what is now and going forward. There will never be anyone else for...

Mind you, I cannot swear that my story is true. It may have been a dream; or worse, a symptom of some severe mental disorder. But I believe it is true. After all, how are...

Now,” said Brandons low, cold voice. “Lets not be rude eve.

Yes, my sister is weird and says crap like en route. I smirk – it’s a common facial tic of mine – and turn to her.

Your scare tactics are useless on me, Thane. My people have needs of their own, and they don’t include being locked up in an underground cavern by a bunch of overgrown mosquitoes.

I chew the inside of my lip, considering for a second what it would be like to slap this skinny little witch right across her tight-lipped little face. ~Kelly about Suni

Yeah? You want to do some other worldly hanky panky? She laughed and almost fell off the couch. “Hanky Panky?” “Don’t knock it till you try it

When the time comes, don’t be afraid to open the door, just make sure you choose the right one.

Some things you cannot see or explain, but they are there, lurking.Some things dwell in the dark: waiting…watching…haunting.Sometimes evil takes on many forms, many faces.And silence is the last thing you hear, when it’s already...

And burn you completely.

There are people who walk this Earth who truly belong in Hell. Sometimes, we have to move ‘em along a little… point the way.” –Vernon Kraft, Avenging Angel from The Ragtime Coven

The physical world we live in is just the beginning.

You did say something I found offensive yesterday.What was that?I believe the word you used was friends.

Ignorance is bliss.

I told you. . .you belong in a castle.

I began to doubt that I would ever know the truth of what transpired, or who those people really were. But all that changed one rainy August afternoon, when I was surprised by a dead...

The blank sheet stares up at me, its emptiness like a slap. Those were the last words Ginny ever wrote before she and her family were murdered.

Grimm always used rabbits, on account of a grudge he had with the Easter Bunny. I’d had a pet rabbit when I was little, and the first time I saw an augury I think I...

It won’t take me a minute to kill you. – Felix

…now the whole fucking world is different.””It’s about to get worse,” Steve said.”Then I’ll call for food,” Vincent said. “Mirren, this might be our last meal. Any preferences?

Let them Teach,Let them learn,let them pray,for the world is theirs.

There’s only so much temptation a vampire can take.

Recent studies have shown that approximately 40% of authors are manic depressive. The rest of us just drink.

bow-chick-a-wow-wow” sound than anything else. Hormone overload!

Can you take out the angry eyes, Mrs. Potato Head, and just let me talk to you?

I’ll do it.”

Yeah, tell me I’m a bottle of single malt scotch, she thought. That’s the way to my heart.

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