I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
Patricia BriggsMots clés vampires witches werewolves fae mercy-thompson coyotes urban-fantasy
Her thoughts pulsated through him, frantic, desperate, pleading for him to stay behind.
“I won’t—can’t,” he murmured. “If you’re going, so am I.”
She exhaled a laborious sigh and flung her arms around his neck; her warm breath fanned over his skin as she tightened her grip. “If you die, Andrew, I’ll track you across multiple dimensions just to say I warned you,” she cautioned, voice tender.
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You got secrets you better keep
Take flight before she cuts you deep
- Sam's song
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We need to talk," he insisted, opening the door to his jeep that was parked next to my car. I was still holding out hope this would end and I would see his smile soon.
"What's wrong?" I retaliated before I go in.
"There's something you need to know, something I haven't told you," he said, taking my backpack from me.
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What," asked Mr Croup, "do you want?"
"What," asked the Marquis de Carabas, a little more rhetorically, "does anyone want?"
"Dead things," suggested Mr Vandemar. "Extra teeth.
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Humans did not want to know about non-humans. Funny thing was most non-humans felt the same way, happy to hide their abilities and talents to avoid witch hunts and wholesale slaughter.
Mary BuckhamMots clés magic paranormal urban-fantasy
I took a step back, shaking my head, wishing I could place a gnarly black hex on him. My daddy taught me better than that.
Mary BuckhamMots clés magic witches urban-fantasy
Death doesn’t always want your eternal sleep. Sometimes Death just wants your eternity.
Jacquelynn GagneMots clés romance death fantasy novel paranormal blood vampire urban-fantasy
We die, you die. You die, we survive. I think there’s a pecking order in that, don’t you?
Lindsay J. PryorMots clés paranormal urban-fantasy pnr blackthorn
I will not be threatened. Do you understand me?’
He leaned closer again, his lips less than a couple of inches from hers. ‘Now try saying it without trembling.
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