Vampires Quotes - Page 16

Can I ride you next time? You can be my battle cat! That would be so cool!

The only things that got me through those years were a half dozen books I stole and through which I escaped reality time and again. I never tired of reading them, even reading them aloud to myself, until the characters between the covers became dear to me, like old friends.

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

Vanessa Gravenstein

He didn’t utter threats. He delivered promises.

It’s all or nothing with me. Make sure you know what you want.

It’s like I’ve walked into the fucking Twilight Zone,” she murmured…

The page contained a single, unfamiliar symbol. It looked like a backward S with the diagonals of an open triangle cutting through it. A straight line bisected both shapes. Could be creepy. Could be nothing.

You know, being bitten by a vampire one week before prom really sucks.tNo pun intended.

Now Sunny, don’t get mad, but …” Rayne begins, her voice trembling.tI shoot her an angry glare. “But WHAT, Rayne?”t“I, uh, think you’ve accidentally been turned into a vampire.

Did you get any blood on your breasts? I’m willing to go the extra mile.

As long as they were together, they could face anything. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t feel alone—and she knew he didn’t either.

They massacred the servants before killing my parents. I saw it all through a knothole in the wood. As I said, my eyes were better back then.

J.R. Ward

She hesitated. "You know I'm older than you, right?" Richard stared down at her and forced himself not to laugh at the irony. He may be over two hundred years old, but he looked as if he were in his late twenties, thirty at the most. And Jenna was worried that her being thirty-seven would be a problem?A hint of insecurity entered her features. "I don't mean to press this, but... I dated a guy once--- very briefly---who said the same thing until his friends found out and started to razz him about it. I'm thirty-seven. Are you sure that isn't a problem?""I don't know why his friends would tease him about dating you unless they were envious. You look like you're in your twenties, Jenna. Not much older than your son, in fact. And, if you looked like you were in your forties, guess what. I would be just as interested." She smiled and closed the distance between them. "And if I looked like I were in my fifties?""Still interested.""Sixties?""I happen to think laugh lines are hot.

And then he kisses me. Yes, the beautiful vampire, the dark general, the one who never gets close to anyone, leans in and presses his lips against mine. This kiss is soft. Gentle. Light. Like a butterfly’s wing whisking my lips.

Aidan ducked his head, burying his face in the crook of her neck. “Damn, you feel good,” he whispered, his deep voice hoarse with need. It only excited her more. “What do you say we forget dinner and the movie?” she whispered, her breath shortening. “How you tempt me,” he rumbled, tightening his hold. “If I tempted you as much as you tempt me,” she pronounced boldly, “we would both be naked right now.

Why did you turn me?” she’d screamed in his face, close enough for saliva. “You didn’t know me. You didn’t owe me anything. I don’t deserve this. Why didn’t you leave me in the coma? Why didn’t you let me die?

Aleksander’s feet cut through the fog that had engulfed around them as he kept the two women in his sight. The two ladies moved swiftly along the sidewalk that paved the way through the foggy crowed streets of San Francisco.

Nicole Eglinger

Silence enfolded them. Dana would’ve thought sleep would claim her pretty quickly after their fabulous lovemaking. But it didn’t. Aidan arched a brow. She grinned. “I don’t know about you, but I’m wide-awake now.” He laughed. “Me, too.

Look, at those foolish men in my day we did it the proper way!” he started to say as if he was looking deep within his memory.

Nicole Eglinger

Did you… need something?” he asked in a tight voice.tI swallowed hard, my mind racing with a million things to say. The fear pricking at me, telling me I had one last chance to wimp out. To walk away.tBut I shook my head. No. Not this time.t“Yes,” I said simply. “I need something.”t“And what, may I ask, do you need?”tI met his eyes. “You.

Real men don’t kiss with the gentleness of a butterfly’s wing.

I was 17 years old when I was killed by a vampire"-Ruby Kennedy from My Handsome Vampire.

Vianka Van Bokkem

I've never claimed to be civil," he said with a soft growl, flashing his canines.

MEG (to Dante, the vampire):“Vampires aren’t as cool as I expected them to be. In romance novels, vampires are all dark and broody and sexy. In real life, you talk an awful lot about stocks.

Some say we’re already damned,” Nathanial replied coolly, sitting back in his chair. “So you’re too late to send him to Hell.” -- BLOOD KNOT

Tracy Cooper-Posey

The vampire moved as a unit, talons extended, fangs sprung free of their houses of flesh.They came to where the delectable smell of fresh blood was released. A quality without compare. It was as if a thousand year old bottle of wine lay breathing.On a cold stone floor, but paces away from consumption.

Tamara Rose Blodgett

How many did she kill?”“Dozens, my Lord, until her sword was dull with the blood of her enemies.”Reign stroked the edge of the dagger with his forefinger until a drop of blood was drawn. The blood absorbed into the blade. “Only that? I will see her bathed in blood before me.

Danielle Monsch

Are you going to eat him?" Samantha asked...tWarrick struggled for a moment, but had to tell her the truth. "Yes..."t"Can I watch? Samantha added.tWarrick laughed, and it echoed through the cavern. She kept surprising him.t"You're not eating him," his mother said, still irritated...."He's my steward," she continued. "I get to eat him.

Tell your father I never wanted to be a rose, only ever a night-scented gilliflower, and his moon was my sun.

Then you have this other phenomena of the paranormal romance. It's all the benefits of being a vampire without the sacrifices. By the gods, Meyer's vampires walk around sparkling in the daylight and some are vegetarians. But this phenomenon is also tied to a lot of our communal fears. Fear of aging. Fear of fading youth. Fear of loneliness. But whereas the classic motifs are more concerned with confronting and overcoming our fears, the fears of the paranormal romance genre become twisted fantasies of denial. The idea of staying young, attractive and powerful for eternity feeds into the modern self-absorbed ethos.

Julie Ann Dawson

I would change the way humans interpreted the word vampire, forever.

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

Clarrissa Lee Moon

Of course when she finally found someone that listened to her, understood her, and was motivated by her to do better with himself, he had to be a vampire that was sent to kill her and then her father.

Wolf, not dog. You were bitten by a Lycan, not Lassie.

Shannan Albright

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.

Men feel about sex the way vampires feel about blood. They don't just like it, they crave it. That's why vampire stories always have strong sexual undercurrents. A vampire's hunger is simply a metaphor for a man's lust.

Oliver Markus Malloy

. . . a wind howling began, which seemed to form all over the country, as far as the imagination could grasp it through the gloom of the night.

More than anything, Natalie wanted to move to the bed, take Sophie's hand, sit beside her.Lay her head against her shoulder. But she didn't dare. Or maybe just couldn't. Fear. Friendship. Desire. Regret. Remorse. Longing. Hunger. Terror. It was getting so hard to tell the difference between any of those things. If she'd ever been able to. If anyone really could.

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.

I'm sorry,' she said to each of the dead as she unzipped and unfastened their things, 'I'm sorry Courtney. I'm sorry Marcus. I'm sorry Rachel. I'm sorry Jon. I'm sorry I'm alive and you're dead. I'm sorry I was asleep. I'm sorry I didn't save you and now I'm taking your things. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You said you were allowed to lose it,' some part of her reminded herself. 'Not yet, not yet.

Behind Tana there was the sounds of splintering wood, as though something very large had hot the door. "No," she said softly, "Oh no. No." "Leave me," said Gavriel. ....."Shut up or I might," she told him.

Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life.

Charles Frahman

In the dream, Tana's mother loved her more than anyone or anything. More than death.

please,Tana,please.' -lots of characters in The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Little mouse," a voice said through the keyhole. "Don't you know the more you wriggle, the greater the cat's delight?

Maybe it was that nearly everyone else was dead and she felt a little bit dead too, but she figured that even a vampire deserved to be saved. Maybe she ought to leave him, but she wasn't going to.

He whom the gods love dies young.

Menander

Keep going' she told herself, 'Don't look back.' But she looked anyways.

Be careful," Aidan called from the bed. "You don't know what he might do." "We all know what you'd do, though, don't we?

Are you sure?" Aidan asked, "Gavriel's still a vampire." "He warned me about you and about them. He didn't have to. I'm not going to repay that by-" she hesitated, then frowned. "What did you call him?" "That's his name," Aidan sighed, "Gavriel. The other vampires, while they were tying me to the bed, they said his name." "Oh." With a final tug she pulled the blanked free and tossed it over to 'Gavriel

I don't want to be a vampire' she told herself. But in her dreams, she kind of did.

MURRY: I believe in a lot of things. Santa Claus, magic, vampires, and even ghosts but I don't believe in luck. Good or bad.

Hillary DePiano

You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.

It’s destiny; the stars have aligned perfectly to bring us together as friends. You cannot argue with what’s meant to be, once the stars have spoken, it is absolute,” he uttered, all smug and knowing. Shocked that he used the word destiny, I cocked my head and shot him a look—for the first time actually seeing Parker. He was pretty…too pretty to be a guy; streaky blond hair—as if each streak had been strategically placed—dark eyes, pale skin, and a charming smile that dimpled in one cheek. “Destiny has already found me, with a clearly marked path for my future,” I retorted. “Then you are doubly fortunate, to have it find you twice.” Parker smiled again, his eyes eerily piercing into mine.

She had a destiny, and it was wonderful, every girl’s dream. Like Sleeping Beauty, awoken from a deep sleep by a charming vampire, Lena would have her very own fairy tale.

You Can Not Run From Destiny

Ashley Stoyanoff

The Rakshasa," said Percy pedantically, "are a different breed altogether from our vampires. Much in the same way that poodles and dachshunds are different breeds of dog. Rakshasas are reviled in India. Their position as tax collectors is an attempts by the crown to integrate them in a more progressive and mundane manner."Rue said, "Oh, how logical. Because we all know ordaining someone as a tax collector is the surest way to get them accepted by society.

I don't need a man to be happy.

She shook her head. She was so pale under the diffuse lamp-light that she looked almost transparent, as if Simon could have looked right through her. The way, he supposed, he always had.

Cassandra Clare

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