paranormal-fantasy

I realized that the whole time I was holding this beautiful stranger in my arms, feeding on her, it felt like I was betraying Sofia.

Okay, what in Hades just happened? Stones don__ glow blue or any other color and they certainly don__ burn circles on you.__he stone wasn__ talking.Alexandra considered herself well grounded, yet here she stood, talking to a stone that glowed, burned circles, and refused to answer.A thread of sensation pricked at the edges of her mind, then grew stronger. It mirrored an idea then became c

Come with me if you want to live._ Neva stared at the enormous hand the stranger extended her. Her gaze followed the black leather-clad arm up to the massive shoulders, the strong jaw, and the thick lock of wavy blonde hair hanging over his dark glasses. __ou have so got to be kidding me,_ she said.He shrugged. __ always wanted to say that line. Except I__ not kidding.

I__ no werewolf, and I__ tired of hearing the word. I__ a Changeling, okay? And either you trust me or we call it quits right here._ It was Travis__ turn to fold his arms, as if he was daring her to convince him.

Shit. Shit. Shit. He__ known he couldn__ save her. He__ known he was too far away. Knowing didn__ prevent the bare-knuckled punch to his heart, though.

I really hate you."It was loud and clear in his brain. "Your first words. How sweet." "Get out of my head. You__e not invited.""This is how Changelings communicate as wolves. Get used to it." He picked his way through the bushes to get closer to her _ although he was prepared to dodge if she decided to bite him again. "Are you okay?""My head hurts. No thanks to you.""Yeah, well my ass hurts. No thanks to you.

Maybe she__ remember him as a pain in the ass. Or maybe, he hoped most of all, that she__ remember what she told him: __ou can be a real jerk sometimes, but you__e decent._ As epitaphs went, it wasn__ bad.

Travis ignored her protests as he pulled his cell phone from his pocket, thankful anew for that little Changeling quirk that allowed him to retain his clothes and everything that was within his aura each time he shifted. Christ, if life was like the movies, he__ end up naked and penniless every damn time he ran as a wolf. No wonder Hollywood werewolves were insane with rage. Probably pissed off at the sheer inconvenience of their lives.

He who writes is the martyr, seen through the eyes of the unassuming doll.

Part of her wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be okay. But the rest of her just wanted to throw him to the ground and rip those jeans off him. Funny how she could be so jealous of a pair of pants. They covered the sinfully male body she longed to explore.

This woman was consuming him, bit by bit. She was becoming the reason and the reward of his existence, and if he did not shield himself, everything he did not have to give would belong to her.

I don__ do magic. I turn your attention back to Friday night and the big-ass sword I was carrying. My job is to run and swing.

If the loving ones look on magic as evil then the evil doers shall win. For you are turning your back on the life forces themselves, and you shall be weakened by your fear, thirsting for the elixir. Those who would do evil do not fear the forces, they consume the elixir unabated. They are not living in fear of themselves.

An ear-splitting screech pierced the silence, followed by another, striking his ears like metal against a hollow bell. The woosh woosh of wind being displaced brought Andrew__ attention skyward, and a glacial gust of paralyzing terror raced up his spine. The creature opened its mouth, and a blazing shaft of fire bellowed from above. Andrew barely had enough time to back beneath an awning for protection. Egnatious and Sebastian dove to the side while Firen sidestepped her impending doom, raising the katana in challenge.The screeching returned, except now the howls were coming from every direction.Firen__ chest heaved. __id you see that?_ she asked, her stormy eyes glinting with rapture and daring as she held her katana out, preparing for the next attack.__id I see the dragon?_ Sebastian asked, hysteria dangerously rising to the surface. He stood and brushed himself off. __es, I bloody well did see that enormous, scaly, fire-breathing dragon.

Where are you taking me?_ Andrew demanded, whirling on the Ferryman. His muscles tensed, hands curling in and out of fists.__o my master._ The voice was ghostly, whispers of black ash and death, words cold and detached.He had an idea who that was but asked anyway: __nd who is your master?__o answer came.Andrew__ insatiable rage rose up and swallowed his grief like a yawning ocean mouth, the darkest depths surging to the surface to form a mighty tidal wave. He closed the distance and seized the Ferryman__ gaunt wrist. There was no substance, no life beneath the cloak. The Ferryman slowly turned his hooded head, and Andrew found himself looking into the black hole of a self-contained night. The olfactory of decay was a punch in the face. Andrew released the Ferryman__ wrist and hastily stepped back, rocking the boat as he put distance between him and the unnatural wind spilling from the gaping orifice. Andrew shivered, the tiny hairs on his neck saluting. The cloaked head faced forward again, and the wind died away.

The Ferryman will transport us across the moat,_ Chris informed. __eah. This seems legit,_ Gabriella quipped as Chris helped her onto the boat. Andrew followed behind.__re you sure this isn__ a trick?_ Egnatious asked.Again, uncertainty filtered into Chris__ blue eyes, but he nodded anyway. __his is the only way.

He strained his ears, and the darkness felt heavier than before. Oppressive.__e__e hungry._ That came from behind him.__hey smell tasty,_ a voice to his left hissed.__ don__ like this,_ Andrew said, feeling like the world around them was spinning with voices, taunting, echoing them.__ don__ like this,_ a voice parroted. __ don__ like this. I don__ like this. I don__ like this.

I think I found your vampire,_ Andrew said, except this time he wasn__ so amused.However, Gabriella was, her smile huge as she laughed, the sound a trill in the densely packed cold air.__ou think this is funny?_ The words came out surly, but Andrew couldn__ stop his lips from twitching over her amusement.__ thought they__ be bigger,_ she said, stifling another round of giggles. __re you okay?___ust a flesh wound.