Paranormal Quotes

His voice had a faint trace of an accent she couldn't place - one that made her pretty sure he was no local kid infected the night before.

~ Holly Black

The greatest book is one written by your pen, but not exactly from your mind.

~ Michael Bassey Johnson

Pain, sorrow, anger, these are all powerful emotions. Allowed to rule and left unchecked, they would destroy you. However, through training and willpower you can choose to harness those feelings and use them for something great.

~ Jonathan Yanez

Mortals were such fickle creatures. They called into the dark, demanded answers and attention from forces they could not comprehend, and yet when they had that attention and those answers, they complained about them.

~ Philippa Ballantine

The unknown scares man, but those who confront it, will cease to fear it (Rodolfo Rios Medina)

~ Rodolfo Rios Medina

Live and learn not to take things so personal.

~ Toni Wallace

He wanted it to be just right; he didn’t want to make the mistake of trying to tell her he loved her, and having the words come out confused or ending up saying something completely different. He changed into a fresh suit, checked his hair and took a few deep breaths to calm himself, before returning to Amelia’s chambers…only to find her gone. A sigh of frustration escaped him. It was so typical. He told her there was a surprise for her, she was excited, and he was about to confess that he loved her…of course it was only natural for her to ruin it by running off. It was so typically Amelia.

~ Elaine White

He had never cared if his victims lived or died once he was through with them. But not her. He couldn’t allow her to die. The moment he felt that small flutter of her heart, ready to give way to his hunger, he had stopped and gazed down at her for long moments.

~ Elaine White

It was only that night, dreaming forbidden dreams of Laurence and the clear attraction he had already displayed towards her, that the dream was disturbed. She woke to pain, her eyes and mouth flashing open in a wordless scream as two strong fangs pierced her neck. A body lay across hers, warm and strong as she felt the life being sucked out of her. The moment he knew she was awake, Laurence had pulled back from feeding and smiled at her with a bloody grin. ‘You are mine now, Shiloh. You may never leave this house until the day I die.’ He had warned her, planting a tormenting kiss on her lips before resuming his feed.

~ Elaine White

With Angela, everything about Damian died. His hopes, his dreams, his emotions. From that day on, Trey watched with regret, and a silent prayer to his sister, who he hoped looked down upon them. He wished that Damian would rediscover his humanity. He wished that she had died happy. And he hoped that one day, Damian would learn to live again.

~ Elaine White

For a full two hours, he stood at that door, a cloud of uncertainty ruling his mind. Damian felt like his heart was about to burst. Could she love him? Was it really true?

~ Elaine White

Shiloh had become far too used to it; for all that she paid him no mind, the moment his sharp fangs pierced the skin on the inside of her thigh, her head lolled back against the seat and she closed her eyes. The feeling was still delectable even now.

~ Elaine White

With a snarling face, fangs and blood red eyes, she had lunged at him and secured her mouth to his throat before he had even had time enough to scream. It had been the most terrifying moment of his life. Only two thoughts had occupied his mind; surviving to see Angela again, and the sensation of hearing his own heart beat fade away. Amelia had fed from him for what felt like hours, but that he knew couldn’t have been very long, as Angela never came to see what had become of him. He lay in the dirt, with Amelia hunched over his limp body, with the sound of his own, failing breath in his ears and the bloodthirsty sound of someone sucking out his blood.

~ Elaine White

There was nothing to see in the room, but his brain pulled multiple vivid memories to the forefront of his mind. Entering the house as husband and wife, with Angela holding onto his arm. The night his father died in the downstairs bedroom while he was helpless to do anything but watch from the window; an outsider. Long years of being Angela’s Peter Pan before that boy had ever existed, flitting in and out of her window, and her life. Watching the woman he loved grow old and live a life without him by night, then babysitting her killer by day. It was impossible for him to see Amelia as anything else in those early days. The days before he loved her.

~ Elaine White

There is the scent too. Wonder follows it; wonder about how a boy can smell like that when he probably has no idea. He smells like the woods in the winter or the rain when it first falls, or maybe it’s just the way he always smells and there is no way to define it.

~ Christy A. Campbell

Some dreams shouldn't be remembered.

~ Chloé Danielo

In my dream I drank fully of water, but when I woke, I was thirsty. Ned Low

~ Patricia Goodwin

What was life has crumbled. What was form, now falls away. Mortal chains unbind and the soul s free. May you find your way to the ancestors. May you find your path to the gods. May your bravery and courage be remembers in song and story, May your parents be proud, and ma our children carry your birthright. Sleep, and wander no more.

~ Yasmine Galenorn

Surrender your expectations. Surrender your doubts. Surrender your fears. Surrender your strengths. Surrender your anger. Surrender your control.

~ Yasmine Galenorn

I need a victim and no offense Yuki, but your carrot sticks are lacking in controversy.

~ E.j. Stevens

There are no endings for any of us, happy orotherwise, until we die. A fairy tale only endshappily because that’s the point where thestoryteller stops telling the story.

~ Lilly Gayle

Tolerence ought to be humanities community and knowledge should be an individuals goal.

~ Clarrissa Lee Moon

A piercing screech from above caught my attention. However, it was the arm landing beside me with teeth marks that let me know what was going on. “Can you be a little more careful where you let body parts fall?”- Faith, Witch Devotions

~ Elizabeth J. Kolodziej

She died without us by her side, and now, we are left with the scars. In time, they will fade, but their haunting memory will remain.

~ Sophie Palmer

My hand is clutching Sebastian's, although I'm not sure he's even aware of it after all we've been through.

~ Theresa Braun

It's not the way I wanted to spend eternity with the man I love, but it will have to do. At least we are together.

~ Theresa Braun

None of this is his fault, but here we sit in the police station.

~ Theresa Braun

I have this condition I call impromptu senility. I can’t remember a damn thing when I don’t want to.

~ Laurann Dohner

Good shot.”“Not really. I was aiming for his balls.

~ Laurann Dohner

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.” His hand brushed her cheek. “At least not hard.”“That’s a joke, right? Because I have proof you do bite hard.

~ Laurann Dohner

Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally.

~ D.r. Hedge

We aren't taught to mourn. We're told to forget.

~ D.r. Hedge

He wondered what she would taste of — fantasized about how gunpowder and scorched earth would weigh on his tongue.

~ Vanessa Gravenstein

They say past performance is indicative of future behavior. If there was any truth to that statement, then I knew I had to be careful of the choices I made. My decisions were much more crucial now, as they affected the entire human population. One wrong move, and I could possibly wipe out the world. That was one thing I definitely didn't want on my shoulders.

~ Christine Gabriel

It was a kiss meant to set her ablaze. And as always, it worked.

~ Donna Grant

Don't blink. Don't even blink. she whispered.What in the hell are you talking about? Aiden looked around trying to identify a hidden threat.You blink and you're dead. Meryn stared at the two large stone angels on either side of a heavy looking wooden door unblinking. Aiden's hand went to his sidearm.Meryn, that is just a statue.But what if it isn't? I mean up until this week I didn't think paranormals existed and now you're all over the fucking place. I can't take the chance.

~ Alanea Alder

Do you have any idea how maddening it's been envisioning you in the lingerie that matches those shoes?... Corbin, I'm serious. I'm sure you are but that is my final offer. Take it or leave it and if you chose the latter, I will let this home sit empty and fall into disrepair until you finally come around. I closed my eyes and sighed, That's really not fair. Anything is fair when I'm trying my level best to get you to fall in love with me.... I kissed him gently on the lips and walked away from him but just as I reached the hall, I turned back to see him watching me. Oh, and if we're NOT playing fair, then maybe you should know I'm not wearing any underwear.

~ Brynn Myers

It happened as it always did, swallowing her swiftly and completely. Intense. Painful. Quick, vivid colors spun beneath her eyelids. Sounds were sharp inside her skull. Fire shot up through her bones. She may have been screaming and she wouldn’t have known. There was smoke in her nose, thick and black, and she couldn’t breathe. It stung her eyes and licked at her skin. Wood and metal crashed down as skin blistered and popped and she knew this wasn’t her, knew it was someone else, someone with a bigger body, bigger boots and darker jeans, and big ol’ hands with scars on the fingers. Men’s hands. Nails blunt and dirty with oil and grease and burning and- The cars were on fire. Paper burned and curled and rags ignited, the cement floor pockmarked by flash fires. Meat withered in her nose and she realized it was her. Him. Dancing embers blackened and burned bone. He screamed and she hoped she was not. He writhed and she really hoped she was not. He was dying, dead, and-

~ Angele Gougeon

And to think of all colors in the world, blood chose to be red. ~ The Fray Theory

~ Nelou Keramati

His shrill cries flood the forest like light engulfing a silhouette.

~ Nelou Keramati