That was why he still hadn’t called her. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was going to say if she picked up. Evie, I’m really sorry about acting like a complete dick to you. Would you be willing to go out for lunch again? This time somewhere where my brother can’t kill anyone, and my fucked‐up father won’t take revenge for my letting it happen by trying to kill you?
M.A. GrantMots clés paranormal-romance werewolf shifter
But there was something different about Flynn, and it wasn't just the way he was looking at her. His grip tightened on her wrist--not painfully, but possessively. His other arm went up as he leaned against the shelving, effectively boxing her in with his body without making any further contact.
To her horror, she felt herself go warm and liquid in places she shouldn't. "Let go of me." Evie whispered.
His eyes were green. A bright mind-blowing green. And they were staring into hers intently, daring her to lean in closer, to taste those sinful lips...
Mots clés paranormal-romance werewolf shifter
So, you don’t drink much,” he said. “What about food?”
“No, I don’t eat food. I tried it once a long time ago when I was still a young vamp. It tasted good, but my body rejected it.”
“Don’t feel bad. My body rejects food on occasion too,” Greg said, and she grinned. A sense of humor was always a plus for a man.
Mots clés humor vampire werewolf
Flynn?’
Without thinking, she took a small step toward the wolf.
Its ears cocked forward at the sound of the name, and it too took a step forward. Then froze.
She shook her head. ‘Sorry,’ she whispered. ‘You look like someone I know.’
The wolf regarded her closely.
‘That sounds stupid, huh?’
No response. Just that intense stare.
‘You aren’t going to eat me, are you?
Mots clés paranormal-romance werewolf shifter
Silloin susi, jonka kanssa Aalo oli juossut, yhtäkkiä muutti muotoansa.
Metsän halki kulki elävä ja väkevä henkäys, niinkuin jättikeuhkot olisivat henkäisseet, ja koko korpi vavahti näkymättäin askelten astunnasta, ja suuret siivet, joitten leveyttä ei kenkään kuolevainen vielä ole mitannut, kätkivät korven salatumpaan pimentoon kuin on aarnikuusien katve.
Sillä tämä susi oli Diabolus sylvarum elikkä Metsän Henki, vaikka hän nyt vasta oikian hahmonsa edestoi.
Mots clés forest werewolf finnish shapeshifter
Think wolf; be wolf.
Kat KrugerMots clés werewolves werewolf
The cold reality of what he is ― what I am ― sets in like cement and our former selves have been buried and smothered to death beneath the thick concrete of our separate fates.
Kat KrugerMots clés werewolves werewolf
He makes it sound so Zen. Or Jedi. Like some kind of Wolf Yoda. There is no try. And maybe that’s all there is to it. Don’t over-think the shift. Just embrace the form that I want to be in.
Kat KrugerMots clés humor werewolves werewolf
If only I could handle my problems like a video-game style battle against a boss. But there are no power-ups in real life. No FTW moment when I can declare total pwnage. I don’t even know who the bad guys are.
Kat KrugerMots clés life video-games werewolves werewolf
No wonder he'd never really finished becoming one of us. We just thought it was because he was half Japanese, and lived in a huge house on the other side of town with a dad who was never home and who none of our parents had ever met. And possibly because he was an arrogant moody stuck-on-himself creepazoid And here he wasn't even a real gizmohead. He was just a grind. And a werewolf.
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