Paranormal Quotes

I didn’t know I was looking for you, but I was, ” he whispered.

Stop looking at my mouth.” His eyes darkened, as she saw his pupils dilate. He mouthed back, just as silently. “What if I don’t want to stop looking at your mouth?

His true nature, leopard, knight, and prince…“Just as you see the Wyr in me, I see the Djinn in you.

You're the Baba Yaga?" He gazed at her in disbelief. "But the Baba Yaga is an ugly old crone, and you're, you're... not!

Hmm, " she said. "'Curiouser and curiouser, ' to quote Alice.

I know I play with danger every time I swim, but I need this. I’m Mer and the ocean is mine.

Humankind has always had access to Shadow -- dreams, nightmares, legends, inspiration, Humanity taps into Shadow every day. And when we die, we pass into Twilight.

Please, " her shadow begged. Laughingstock for sure. "I can't give you what you want, " Cam said. "You know that." She had to know that.

The Earth created magic to protect the magic that is the Earth.

If I am going to be a monster, the least I could do is be well fed!

Awareness seeped in and brought its friends Pain and Agony for a visit.

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

Fire. I see it everywhere.

Maybe he's not coming, ' I whispered to Damar. 'He's crazy after all. Maybe something shiny caught his attention and he forgot about me.

He may be stronger, but I'm not defenseless. He knows that, of coarse. That's why he's here. He wants me for what I can do after all.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound blasted into the room. The floor began shaking beneath her feet. She paused for a moment, wondering if she was causing this.

My Characters Tell ME Where THEY Want to Go.

P-p-p-please, don’t cast me out

There was no gentle way around it - hearts would be broken, relationships would be crushed and I was the messenger.

Perception in the eye of vengeance becomes blurred. Ren was in need of a slap on the face, but I knew what was coming and that it would do the job properly.

If you continue with that train of thought and end it with, I did it because I love you and can’t bear to see you in turmoil, you could sell it to Hallmark, but not to me!

Kora may have been a witch, and your father may have had prophetic dreams. But you Paige, is not a witch. You are something much more, but the question is what?

You two are bad, sneaking behind Mr. Caswell’s back, getting a little something, something on the side.

You’re a gorgeous siren who could lure anybody into your arms. But I must go before I deliciously fall under your spell.

If you jotted down all of my ill-thought out comments, you could write a book entitled, Guide to Getting Punched in the Throat for Boneheads-Mad Hatter in "Death of the Mad Hatter" (Coming Soon!)

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

It’s always been you, Paige. I’ve waited my whole life for you. You’re the air I breathe, my heart and soul. Without you, I’m in hell.

I know Matt is your friend, but I think he’s a douche bag.

Holy crap! Was there a demon inside this guy?

I do not doubt your intellectual or spiritual equality with me, mate. When I saw you belong to me, it is only because I belong so utterly to you, as well.

I can not bear to see such woes of the heart in the eyes of my beloved.

She tilted her head to glare up at him. "There you go with the 'little witch' thing again. What did I tell you about that?" Knox grinned unrepentantly. "What can I say? You have bewitched me.

You know what scares me? You think I’m a monster.

I didn’t spend my whole summer training with Anwar and him on a deserted island in the Baltic sea to stand here and do nothing.

I hated all this: the mystery of myself.

I have two rules I follow religiously:#1. Don't sweat the small stuff.#2. It's all small stuff.

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

He knew what the thing was going to do next. It was going to climb the hood slowly, toying with them before crushing in the windshield and eating them all alive.

Tonight she was just plain Liz, nobody extraordinary, paranormal, or otherwise.Tomorrow, that would change.

Do I make you nervous?" he said teasingly.

He wanted to claim her, to possess her and be possessed, to sink into her soul until neither of them could tell their own being from the other.

What would angel lips taste like? Sunshine? Marshmallows? Or something altogether different? Maybe buttered-popcorn jelly beans.

A Guardian lover is the last thing you need, Wynn Myfanwy, she told herself sternly. Too bad it was the very first thing she wanted.

Who would want to be the prey in a world full of hunters?

Wynn picked up the note, unfolded it, and read aloud. "'Call Wynnie-the-Pooh. Out of salt. Important. Dig on Coleman, Garvey/CG Towers, Uncle Griffin. Paris. Bank for box.

She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again.

Sometimes the truth is so bizarre and mind bending that it must be presented as fiction to be accepted.George SaundersThe Bookseller

The loneliest place to spend eternity is your own life after you can't change it anymore."--Lucifer from Kevin

Meet Logan Jackson, smug, self-entitled, proud, arrogant, trust-fund brat.

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