Shanna, sweet Shanna. How can I tell you what you mean to me? When I saw you at the ball it was as if my heart started beating again. You lit up the room, bright in an ocean of black and white. And I thought- my life has been nothing but a dark, endless night. Then you came out like a rainbow and filled my black soul with color.
Kerrelyn SparksMots clés love romantic sweet vampire
Just you wait till I’m a vampire! I’m not going to be sitting on the sidelines next time.
Stephenie MeyerMots clés vampire twilight-saga
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
The secret weapon is cucumber.'
Solange sat all the way up. 'Jasmine, cover your ears.'
MaryAnn, Juliette and Jasmine burst out laughing.
'Sheesh, Solange. Get your mind out of the gutter.'
'MY mind is just fine, thank you. It's MaryAnn's I'm concerned about.'
'You put them on your eyes,' MaryAnn said, laughing even harder.
Mots clés paranormal vampire christine-feehan dark-possession
If an angel could admit she was wrong about a vampire, maybe there was hope for
the werepanthers in East Hampton after all.
Mots clés paranormal young-adult vampire angel wereanimal
A line of perspiration slipped down my spine like a waterslide at an unamusement park.
Michelle RowenI had lied so much lately that I was honestly surprised my pants weren't literally made of fire.
Michelle RowenShadow and dust shall be reclaimed, earth sealing the tomb from which you came. Dust to dust, ashes to ashes, warrior return, breathe your last. Air, earth, fire, water, hear my voice, obey my order, thrice around your grave do bound, evil sink into the ground. I now invoke the law of three, this is my will, so mote it be.
Christine FeehanMots clés romance paranormal vampire christine-feehan dark-demon
This is not written for the young or the light of heart, not for the tranquil species of men whose souls are content with the simple pleasures of family, church, or profession. Rather, I write to those beings like myself whose existence is compounded by a lurid intermingling of the dark and the
light; who can judge rationally and think with reason, yet who feel too keenly and churn with too great a passion; who have an incessant longing for happiness and yet are
shadowed by a deep and persistent melancholy—those who grasp gratification where they may, but find no lasting comfort for the soul.
Mots clés darkness gothic vampire gothic-fiction
Our very existence refuses your laws and
your science, your religions and your
philosophies.
Mots clés gothic vampire horror-authors
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