379 Quotes About Werewolves
- Author Kait Ballenger
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His mouth claimed hers in a kiss that was as brazen and unforgiving, as terrifying and tantalizing as the electricity between them. She fell into the destruction before her, into him and the carnal desire between them that she knew would tear her to pieces even as the pleasure put her back together again.
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- Author Kait Ballenger
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Well, for her hormones, apparently all it took was saving her life, an unexpected kiss, and hauling her off like some sort of wolf caveman, to turn her into an adventurous vixen.
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- Author Jazz Feylynn
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That did explain his sucky home life growing up but didn’t excuse the way he treated others. Was there childcare for abused werewolves?
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- Author Jazz Feylynn
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Was there childcare for abused werewolves?
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- Author Camryn Rhys
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He was like Goldilocks, but his porridge was boobs.
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- Author January Valentine
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My werewolf ... my second skin ...When the moon is on the rise,I go naked into night.I am never dressed to kill.
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- Author Kat Kruger
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If only I could handle my problems like a video-game style battle against a boss. But there are no power-ups in real life. No FTW moment when I can declare total pwnage. I don’t even know who the bad guys are.
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- Author Melanie Fair
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Tammy, werewulves act in ways that are pleasing only to themselves. They behave without a conscious... They are sick monsters who have permanently lost their self-control. Their intentions and motivations are never clear; they slaughter flocks and herds yet eat nothing. They are the quintessence of evil, hence the title “demon”. And who really wants demons around?
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- Author Asher Sharol
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She was foolish to be walking alone at this ungodly hour when demi-gods like himself roamed in search of prey. He would pick this flower, uproot her from the soil. He would part her from her source of life. Her head, hands, and feet were the soft petals, her blood the sweet nectar. She walked by him, ignorant of the brutality that would soon befall her.
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