Millions cheer the warrior
spilling blood across the ring
while the one who stands for peace
is ridiculed and shamed.
Must hearts forever suffer
from ignorance and greed?
Can bombs heal our souls
or set our spirits free?
Mots clés freedom peace war fantasy suffering ignorance shame lyrics greed novel healing ridicule speculative-fiction bombs human-spirit world-suicide-prevention-day peacism police-reform police-shootings stop-killing-each-other waging-peace coexistence shunning alpha-males cheers human-soul paranormal-fiction songs-from-the-black-skylark zped-music-player
I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.
Jess C. ScottMots clés life truth love passion dark paranormal-romance darkness self lust emotions emotion dark-humor desire paranormal gothic supernatural envy emotional succubus urban-fantasy emotional-plague incubus dark-lover dark-divine supernaturalism gothic-fiction paranormal-fiction emotionally-scared gothic-romance
One hand was behind his back, and he held it out, presenting a bouquet of white and smoky purple lilies.
“They’re straight from the underworld, by the way. They are everlasting. They won’t die.
Mots clés life love passion death dark paranormal-romance darkness self lust emotions emotion flowers dark-humor desire paranormal gothic supernatural dying envy emotional truth-beauty succubus urban-fantasy emotional-plague incubus dark-lover dark-divine supernaturalism gothic-fiction paranormal-fiction emotionally-scared gothic-romance lilies truth-love-hope
Let the spirits guide you, but never let them take you.
E.J. StevensMots clés fantasy paranormal-romance mystery paranormal speculative-fiction ya urban-fantasy young-adult-fiction paranormal-fiction mystery-series spirit-guide-series spirit-storm
Nick‘s eyes widened as a total state of befuddled huh possessed him. Was he in the
Twilight Zone?
Mots clés humor young-adult-fiction paranormal-fiction
Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone - and often lonely - through the lush fern beds and long curtains of silvery moss, I pretended the crumbling angels were wood nymphs and fairies and I their ruler, queen of my own graveyard kingdom.
Amanda StevensMots clés ghosts graveyards paranormal-fiction paranormal-suspense ghost-stories the-restorer
You aren’t a vampire.” Silver's voice mirrored his shock. She repeated the phrase with a huge smile on her face. “You aren’t a vampire!”
“They don’t call me Jackpot for nothing,” he joked.
Mots clés vampires paranormal-fiction
What do we do while we wait for my parents to find Jersey?” She let him go, took a step back.
“We live a normal life.”
The words left his lips without emotion or meaning, because at this point he knew there was no such thing as a normal life for him.
Deep in his heart, he was still a vampire.
Mots clés vampires paranormal-fiction
Stop!” she screamed. “Don’t hurt him.”
“Back off!” Billy shouted.
She yanked harder on Billy’s arm.
“He isn’t a vampire anymore, idiot. Look! Do you see that big, yellow thing up in the sky? That’s called the sun. It’s shining down on him, and he isn’t exploding. His fangs are gone. He’s as human as we are. Case closed.”
Billy stared up at the sky, his jaw slack. “Not possible.”
Jack mumbled, “They don’t call me Jackpot for nothing.”
“What?” Billy blinked at him.
“Private joke.
Mots clés vampire paranormal-fiction
Lips to lips, mouth to mouth,
Comes the speaker of the shrouds,
Suck in the spirit, speak the words,
Let secrets of the dead be heard.
Mots clés love romance paranormal-romance demon paranormal dragon witch paranormal-fiction witchling yasmine-galenorn
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