In the heart and in the soul, evil takes its wicked toll. When moonlight shines like flowing blood, over the earth, the Daimons will flood.
Dude, make me a Dark-Hunter.
Oh, no,” Simi said. “We can’t have that. Where you going, Mr. Meanie-Pants? You don’t hurt people then run. That’s just rude.” She looked back at Caleb. “Can the Simi barbecue him, or is he on the ‘No Simi’ eat list?
Have I ever said how much I detest the sound of screaming humanity?
Demons, please! I ain’t your hell-monkey. Really don’t have time for this!” Nick.
Don’t stick that on me until we know for a fact that you have the same power Acheron does to keep cooties off that stuff.
Gera smiled in satisfaction. “The trick to wearing perfume correctly is to only apply enough that if someone else can smell it, they’d better be intimate with you. A fragrance should never linger without you in an area after you’ve left it. Rather it should be a subtle reminder that only stays on your pillow or clothes, and only when your lover’s face is buried in them.” That.
Oh no! Akri-Nicky! You okay? The Simi didn’t know it was her favorite blue-eyed demon boy when she hit him so hard so as to protect his precious akra-mama. Oh no! You still living and breathing and not broken? ‘Cause if you not, can the Simi eat your dead, meaty remains? Please, please, please? Maybe some of them bones, too, ‘cause the marrow can be quite tasty in its own right.” Simi.
The Guardian loved her. There was no other reason for it. None. He’d given his own freedom, his life, for Lydia.
Sarraxyn has already told me what your swan has gotten you into. See, this is what happens when you spend so much time around Max. I keep telling you bastards dumbass is contagious. Why don’t you listen to me?
In one instant, everything can change. It was the mantra she lived her life by and a lesson she’d learned all too well when she was only ten years old. Never take anyone or anything for granted. In one blink, life altered and sometimes all you could do was hang on as tightly as possible while it did its best to sling you off.
You know, Dar, there’s no problem so big that an adequate supply of explosives can’t cure it. There was that. But people tended to protest being blown up. Bunch of krikken weirdos. He.
Each scar serves as a permanent reminder to me that that which doesn’t kill you will just require many stitches.” Caillen.
I couldn’t bear living if I knew I’d caused you pain. I’d rather you not know me at all, than to think of me and cry.
She scoffed at his light tone as she made sure to keep her voice to a whisper like him. “How many sisters did you say you have?” “Three. Why?” “Tell me how it is they let you live this long?” He pointed to the scar on his head. “I assure you, there was no lack of trying to kill me. I’m just really resilient.” She followed him over a fallen tree. “Apparently.” He.
Don’t start with me, demon. In the mood I’m in, I’m likely to stock up on my favored beverage supply, and your blood would be a most special and welcomed vintage.
Please don’t let it be really hot here.′ New Orleans in August was about as hot as he wanted to deal with. And he definitely didn’t want to smell rotten eggs for eternity. He’d had enough of Kyrian’s dirty laundry for that.
Alix literally felt like the only piece of meat at a kennel as a team of women descended on her to trim her hair, tweeze her brows – something that had to have been invented by a sadist – and make her face over.
Objects are the markers of our humanity. Everything we hold onto has meaning for us. Those things are souvenirs that can transport us to that exact moment in time and make us feel that emotion all over again. Take.
She arched a brow at the clinking sound the coat had made. “Just out of curiosity, how many weapons are in that thing?” “Enough to make me happy.” Kiara was unamused by his curt reply. “So is there any part of you that’s not a lethal weapon?” He sat back down before he answered. “No. Even my wits are sharpened.