He whom the gods love dies young.

I spend most of my waking hours confronting and destroying things that I fear. A thousand-year-old master vampire was a tall order, but a girl’s got to have a goal.

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.

Saer is a great big poop, and you shouldn’t listen to anything he says,” I said, panting just a little.”Obviously, he was trying to demoralize me.””Men who are poops demoralize people all the time,” I...

If for some reason she never regained her memories, she still didn’t want to lose this male. Even the thought of that happening sent a shot of agony ricocheting through her.Larissa tore her lips back...

And this is how the ending starts.

…I supplied in a tone so saccharine that it should have tipped him off that his testicular health was in serious peril.

All we can go on is what we think, how we see the world. If you can’t trust your own mind what can you trust?

I sure as hell didn’t wish upon a star to fall for a Vampyre.(Forsaken- A Velicious Novel)

The ReckoningThe time has come for RetributionA time for Redemption, A time for Forgiveness A time for Renewal, A time to prevailMy love will set you free my darling.Our love, forever bound.-SL Ross

Jealous?””Maybe.””No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

Welcome to Morganville.You’ll never want to leave.And even if you do…well, you can’t. Sorry about that.

Oh come on,’Pheobe continued. ‘You’re asking for it. Pale skin, black clothes, no lunch and that whole brooding thing? It’s hilarious. You should get body glitter and go after an unsuspecting freshman.”You should!’ Cassidy agreed....

Sto fidgeting Bella please try to a murder here.

There was this about vampires : they could never look scruffy. Instead, they were… what was the word… deshabille. It meant untidy, but with bags and bags of style.

No, you will never been tamed, you are a monster, the eternal wild one. I often wonder where you came from, only someone with something to hide has such a cloudy beginnings. Who are you?...

Narsh!

Well did you call the hypothetical hardware store and buy a theoretical chainsaw?– Pam to Jessica, True Blood

You let me handle Marius,” I said. “Now, you didn’t come without you dagger.””No, I did not,” he said, lifting his cloak to reveal it, “And with your permission I would like to plunge it...

Lilith opened the shutters and allowed herself to bathe in the bright moonlight, as it shone across the Highland Glen.

Stephenie Meyer: Her vampires are sparkly, which I think we can all agree is wrong.

Burn him. Slowly. From the inside out.

He sniffed until the long hairs of his mustache had been sucked up into his nose and out of his leafy ears.” — Bats 2015

All that Anne Rice crap is true, I thought on my way out the door; New Orleans really does have a vampire problem.Besides me, of course.

Good? No, that didn’t go far enough. She’d made him feel… alive. Awakened.

Vampires are slicker than goose shit on a glass window.

It’s Big Brother with werewolves. Live coverage for a month, leading up to a group kill on full moon.

Tall and built like a dense forest, Clint’s broad shoulders made a girl want to learn how to scale trees. Except me. I wanted to start a forest fire.

Nico looked so devilishly handsome under the spilling glow of the moon.

It is said that love does not last, that it is just a momentary spell cast upon your soul by some higher power, or a small trick of the mind. If this were all true,...

It is as if Quincey has replaced the sun in my universe and it is around him that I spin.

As usual when I drank too much I started talking about things I should’nt…That night Kate told me I had no brains and she was officially done with me. OK, fair enough. I already knew...

CUSTOMER: I’m always on night shift at work.BOOKSELLER (jokingly): Is that why you’re buying so many vampire novels?CUSTOMER (seriously): You can never be too prepared.

I am not a bat. ~Rephaim

It was quite apparent that he’d been bestowed all the charms of any handsomely clad rake. A demeanor to match, Ruby thought.

~I gripped the knife even tighter. Far off in the distance, I could still hear them speaking, but only one thing was clear in my mind: Trevor, my father, was going to die.From that moment...

Everyone represses everything. Do you think any of these “normal” human beings really do exactly what they want to do all the time? ‘Course not. It’s just the same. We’re middle-class and we’re British. Repression...

You’ll burn my balls off.

He didn’t say anything more, just waited for me to tell him what I’d been thinking. It was pure speculation, and I was opening myself up to ridicule by saying anything at all. I sat...

the Communists won’t ever be able to take away from you.

Moonlight flooded in the windows and silvered the room, turning it into a lagoon of dreams

Here,” Myrnin said, his voice still gentle and low. “Amelie said you had to work. No one said you had to work alone.” He picked up the next part and slotted it in, took the...

I’m so glad you’re okay.””So, how do we celebrate my okayness? It’s my day off. Let’s go crazy. Glow-in-the-dark bowling?””No””I’ll let you use the kiddie ball.””Shut up. I do NOT need the kiddie ball.””The way...

The man was absolutely beautiful. Vampire. Warrior. Whatever Shan Quesada was all man.

When I see you, Jolie, I see a woman who is far more than she realizes but who will someday grow into her powers. One who is much stronger than those who would trap her...

He found her utterly fascinating, a nameless, homeless, naked vampire, sleeping away the day in his bed, wanted by state and federal police.

The calmness was fracturing, tendrils of fear seeping through her mind like ivy. Once the fear consumed her, she’d run.

Love, really? We’re vampires, not teenagers. Lust is for the weak.

I hear the birds singing. Listen. I hear them in their cage. The others-all our kind who know of her-they think of her as heartless, but she wasn’t heartless. She was only aware of things...

Writing Vampire Erotica is like writing sex scenes for porcupines.