My whole world started to tilt. I could feel it, sliding ever so slightly off center.
Leslie DeatonMots clés witches young-adult
I know some words floated through my ears, but my mind refused to absorb their meaning. I just shook my head slowly as the wall of pain washed over me, leaving me submerged and broken in the flood.
Leslie DeatonMots clés witches young-adult-fiction
How do I know you’re not the killer?” MeShack asked.
A smirk plastered on Zulu’s face. “Because you would’ve been the first victim.
Mots clés murder vampires fairies witches demons urban-fantasy-romance
If you’re not good, I’ll burn your—”
“Yeah, I know.” MeShack strolled to his bedroom. “You’ll burn my balls off.
Mots clés vampires fairies witches trolls shapeshifters urban-fantasy-romance
There is an odd quirk in the human mind that makes a fearful man prefer to go quietly to a wicked-looking, gnarled "witch" for a countercharm than to a respectable licensed sorcerer or an accredited priest of the Church.
Randall GarrettMots clés magic witches charms
In the Scotland of the early seventeenth century, an old woman living alone in Kirkcudbrightshire was accused of witchcraft and on conviction was rolled downhill in a blazing tar barrel. One of the charges against her was that she walked withershins round a well near her cottage which was used by other people. The well was afterwards known as the Witch's Well. These episodes must surely serve as cautionary tales to anyone tempted to transgress the usual custom of walking deasil round a holy well.
Colin BordMots clés scotland witches witch holy-well
Granny looked up at the zombie. He was - or, technically, had been - a tall, handsome man. He still was, only now he looked like someone who had walked through a room full of cobwebs.
'What's your name, dead man?' she said.
Mots clés dead witches zombie witch
Gavin! What’ll I wear home?”
“Cloak.” His voice roughened and he ripped harder, tossing the material to the ground. I felt his smile when he kissed my neck, and shivers ran down my back at the sound of his low growl.
“I made that! I don’t have many of those, you know.”
“Cam,” he snaked one hand around my stomach and made his way north, slipping one hand into my corset top to grope my chest. “You won’t be thinking about it when I’m inside you.” His hips shifted off my back and he separated my legs with his knee, his breathing ragged against my shoulder. “Now forget the damn dress.
Mots clés romance fantasy paranormal-romance vampires witches the-gates
Please, let me take you home. You’re drunk.”
“I am not.” I shoved him, spilling some kind of delicious poison on him. “Go home and have a wild time with Ms. Scarlet. In the bedroom. With the—”
“Okay, you’re starting to talk board game. Let’s go home, babe. I’ll get you into bed.
Mots clés romance fantasy paranormal-romance magic vampires witches the-gates hoodoo
Gavin, I never thought you’d be the irrational one in this relationship, but I’m happy to report that you’ve just thoroughly shocked me.”
He rolled to his side to lean on his arm, keeping my hand resting on his chest, buried underneath his shirt. “I know. My timing is impeccable.” He smirked, letting his hungry gaze drift over my body. “But I’m sorry, love. I cannot take seeing you all tucked up in this sexy corset anymore. The ties are so tight, they’re just begging me to undo them.” His fingers trailed over the top of my chest and down over the corset’s binding, tugging at the edges of the lace as he went. “Forcefully,” he winked.
Mots clés romance fantasy paranormal-romance vampires witches the-gates hoodoo
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