paranormal

Tyler shrugs. "It's a big world, Jo. Who am I to say what is and isn't possible?

Hayden McGregor glanced with contempt at the pitch-black road. __ do not fear the darkness. It fears me._ He dismissed the approaching gloom with a narrowed stare. His steel gray eyes holding it back with a contemptuous regard.

It waited for her. Standing resolute in the moonlight, it had stood for a hundred years. Yet it waited just for her. Shadows passed across the moon, a cool breeze ruffled the leaves around it. Yet still it waited for her. Ancient tombs glowed in shimmery moonlight, row upon row of cold silent witnesses.

He used to call vampires "the breathing ghosts"- for, as he put it, we existed in a kind of limbo-land between the living and the dead. We breathed, but we were not alive. We flitted through the air, but we still left foot prints on the ground. We were, and are, neither one nor the other, but something else entirely.

Never expect anything less than devotion from someone who has claim on your heart.

Everything about her always seemed to dance. Her lips as she spoke, her eyes as she laughed, even her hands as she made the cup of coffee I just ordered.

Dying's a bitch, and I would know.

The evidence never seemed to matter to those in power, who had already made up their minds and did what people typically do when their worldview is threatened by new data: they attacked the messenger.

My power grew angry that it was confined to my petite frame and pulled against my taut skin. Growing bolder, it tore through my skin to lay flat against my outer edge. The glowing energy began to solidify against my flesh; it lengthened to mold itself to my frame and contained me in a transparent cocoon. I flexed my fingers against the waxy surface and began to panic. I was cut off from my coven now and could not feel their thoughts. I could see the panic on their faces as I fell onto my side to convulse.

Blessed are those that know the path out of their carnal flesh, for they shall attain intuition.

You didn__ just accidentally win my favor,_ I dispute, slowly shaking myforehead against his. __ou earned it. Now, if I can just save your life twenty or thirty more times_We might actually be able to call it even.

I would destroy the entire village if doing so meant keeping you safe.

She stared at her face in the mirror, feeling everything around her slipping away. The face stared back, and she wondered who was looking at her.

IT IS SAID that time is unrelated to everything else. It goes on and on, unnoticing of our actions, our falls, our triumphs. Who__ to care then, if time does not remember us? It flies by, fleeting, inattentive and disinterested in any occupants of this earth. What are we, then, if time thinks so little of everyone it passes? Time is truly apathetic to the many to whom a little empathy would mean so much.~April~ Disarming Reign of Blood

There was still a bit of sunshine in the sky, not that it mattered. High treetops and reaching branches entombed us from above in a dark coffin. It was still in the afternoon. We had time to gather things together for camp, but the choked rays that permeated the living casket were sputtering their last bits of life. _ Tyrus Savage narration from ORRLETH, Volume One of the Orrleth Young Adult Fantasy Paranormal Series

He kissed her, and the magic that had been building up steadily around them exploded, raining down in arcs of silver fire that made her half-remember a prophecy from her d

You all know why we__e here. The time has come for action. To be sure we are prepared, Maeve and I will be heading out to scout conditions. We shouldn__ be gone more than a fortnight and in our absence, Fianna will be seeing to things. If we don__ return, you all know what to do. Look after yourselves and be ready.

I can__ change my past, nobody can, I can make my future better