100 Quotes About Paranormal Thriller

You can’t get the blood out. Steven Ramirez

Never tease anything that wants to eat you." Reign of Blood Alexia Purdy

The demon of revenge had already taken hold of his heart. The cancer of injustice had already eaten at his cheerful soul, leaving a skeleton of a carcass behind, one that could never feel compassion for humans–or anything else–again. Cameron Jace

Every time I had things straight in my head abouthim, I saw him smile or crook an eyebrow, and all my sensible reasons on why I couldn’t have feelings for him seemed redundant. J.A. Ironside

Maybe because I knew Haze and Kate so well by then the passage leapt out at me, clear and sharp as di J.A. Ironside

Oh r-really? Do t-tell?” I quirked an eyebrow back at him.“ Well, usually it’s best to take your shoes and socks off before you step in the stream, better balance on an uneven surface. Also, you avoid that unpleasant squelchy feeling when you wear the shoes againlater.” He paused, smirking. “Also, if I was going to paddle barefoot “I was going to paddle barefoot upstream in Yorkshire, I’d wait until at least May before I tried it. But you go ahead, love. You’re clearly a Spartan lass. J.A. Ironside

Hey now, wait a second. When will I see you again? You can’t leave a poor lad dangling like that! ” His look of bewilderment made me bite my lip to keep from laughing.“ Why would you w-want to?” The words were out before I could stop them. A rare occurrence for me. And now I seemed pathetically needy. Very attractive.“ Because I love a pair of pretty green eyes.” He grinned. J.A. Ironside

This is m-me.” I indicated the lonely track.“ Really? What’s up there?” He peered over my shoulder in genuine curiosity. “Is there a house up there? You’re not a sylph or something that really does live wild, are you? J.A. Ironside

Oh r-really? Do t-tell?” I quirked an eyebrow back at him.

“ Well, usually it’s best to take your shoes and socks off before you step in the stream, better balance on an uneven surface. Also, you avoid that unpleasant squelchy feeling when you wear the shoes again later.” He paused, smirking. “Also, if
 I was going to paddle barefoot upstream in Yorkshire, I’d wait until at least May before I tried it. But you go ahead, love. You’re clearly a Spartan lass. J.A. Ironside

How did you get so scratched up then, Emlynn?” He looked at me uncertainly again. I felt wildly like laughing. Too many swooping highs and plummeting lows. What a weird fewdays. Weird being a massive understatement.“ Cr- Crawling through gorse bushes.” I took a perverse delight in answering his questions in a way that told him nothing at all. I’d never paid much attention to boys before. Maybe Grace was onto something after all.“ Crawling through gorse, ” he repeated. “Part of your action-girl antics, no doubt?”“ N-no doubt.” I smirked again. J.A. Ironside

Tangled onto the shuttle, we were being woven back and forth to create the same tapestry of despair and heartbreak and loss. It was so muchbigger than I could see before, and all I had done was stand at the centre of the web and feed it my anger and frustration and jealousy. J.A. Ironside

Dad looked more sheepish than I had ever seen him look in his life. It made him appear younger.“ A scent. Your mother’s shampoo. J.A. Ironside

I don't have expensive tastes — just bloody ones.— Vampire Dragul Mangorian John Matsui

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

How would I feel about hearing that the plague killed another nearby village a month later? Didn’t I tell you stupidity is the eighth sin? Excerpt From: Cameron Jace. “. Cameron Jace

Fear is a prison in which we place ourselves. You need only to press against the bars to realize that the door is always unlocked, and you are always free to leave. Luna DeMasi

Was James bipolar?” The tears returned, and I watched her battle them. “We don’t use that word in our family.” I stared at her for a moment. “Why not?”“ Mum and Dad don’t believe in it.” She kept walking. “James was always … troubled. But there was nothing wrong with him, nothing more than anyone else anyway, everyone feels a bit down sometimes.”“ Olivia! It was more than feeling down.” She laughed, bitterly. “I know, Dee, fuck, do I know that. I’m just telling you how it goes. The party line–what we told people when they asked. Hazel Butler

I swore as the knife I’d been using to dice our dinner bit into my finger. I dropped it on the floor, blood spattering the counter and cupboard doors a furious red. I watched, mesmerised, as the blood welled up and began to seep down my hand; I tried to catalogue the amount of pain I was in. Surprisingly little, I concluded, pushing at the edges of the wound to see how deep it went. Deep enough. I was starting to feel it now, but it didn’t hurt so much. I’d endured far worse. If it came to it, I could do it. There was comfort in that knowledge. Hazel Butler

James had taken his own life, but the need to do so was not something easily explained. He had the life he wanted: money, a home, a job, a wife, a good friend. I’d known people who died at their own hand because life became unbearable, or because something happened, something terrible. That wasn’t so for James–there was something inside him, something a part of him, something over which he had no control, but which had absolute control over him. . Hazel Butler

Death begins before birth. I have always found this an odd notion, but were it not for the death of certain cells during our initial development, humans would be born with webbed toes. Death moulds our physical being from the very start of our existence. It sculpts us, determines how we begin, and where we end. The events in life that define us, that break us and remake us, all stem from death–the death of a place, a time, a relationship, of those we hold most dear, and finally ourselves. Death is the one inescapable aspect of life, the only immutable force, the single thing in this world that cannot and should not be changed. But death is never the end. It is the beginning. Hazel Butler

It was a fact that had become the focus of my entire life, a whisper in my heartbeat, a permanent, insidious presence that punctuated my every breath. I couldn’t escape it, that persistent voice, lingering in the blood pulsing through my veins. It said only one thing, over and over, a repetition of inescapable anguish, the knowledge of a thing that could never be undone. James is dead. James is dead. James is dead. James is dead. . Hazel Butler

I really want to call you to me in a thunderbolt so I can smack you. We’re not even married yet and I want to strangle you with my bare hands. That doesn’t bode well for your life expectancy, Assefa, or my chance of staying out of prison on a homicide charge N.D. Jones

Trust her heart, Assefa, and believe in yourself. No matter the challenge, no matter the foe, be brave, be wise, be the undefeated Mngwa of lore. N.D. Jones

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

Writers are alphabet artists. The blank page becomes their canvas as they paint pictures with words. Unknown

They say things about these woods...that there are strange things living here. Kaylie Newell

He wasn’t gullible enough to be bullied by the ghost’s accusation — for Andrew Fletcher had his share of guilt, but he’d never thrown anyone down a well, either. Christina Harlin

If you mean to scare women away from you, that speech can’t possibly work. Those threats? If I weren’t trying to hire you I’d be taking my clothes off right now. Christina Harlin

In my experience, people who want to keep their painful injuries are using them as a crutch. They’re hiding from something. Christina Harlin

There’s a little angel on one of my shoulders saying that this is a wicked thing to do. Then there’s a little devil on my other shoulder, and she looks a lot like you. Christina Harlin

Since I was a very young thing, others have told me that what I think, and the things I like, and the ideas I have, are bad. This has always been very puzzling to me. I understand in theory what the problem is, but in practice? I’m not compelled to change my ways. Christina Harlin

I am a woman of very few layers, and most of them are selfish and mean. My parents tried to make me a good girl, but I just wasn’t having it. Christina Harlin

She sensed her own power to enslave him. He would come willingly enough. No filthy atheistic beliefs she held were strong enough to douse what was crackling in the brief space between them. It would satisfy her on a hundred levels, to bring him to his knees. Christina Harlin

I've spent a large portion of the last 40 years hunting Dragons because of you. Be flattered, disturbed... Whatever floats your boat. Tiberius of Triad C.O.A series Kim Cormack

My eyes meet his and I understand exactly what he's saying. He's my person. He's my home. Jennifer Walkup

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn't want us to find out? Jennifer Walkup

I am who I am and always shall be. Laura Elizabeth

She was our guardian angel. Lucy saved us from mystery. Without her, our marriage would be ruined. Her disappearance created an open wound that we can't fix but the most devasting reality is probably the fact that her body will never be found. She is a living ghost in Wilmington, North Carolina. Unknown

Don’t waste a minute fretting over the infinite destructive possibilities of The Singularity. Think of all the fun we’re going to have along the way! It will all be one glorious adventure, start to finish! Richard Long

There is a place where the mountains tumble one upon the other off into the far distance, peak after treeless peak. Steep ridges connect them and deep canyons slash them apart. The grassy summits are wreathed with black sage. No roads intrude upon this jumble of oak-filled canyons and steep-sided hills, only the ambling trails made by deer, coyotes, and bears. The local Indians believe the spirits of the ancients still travel these roads. R. Lawson Gamble

Lucy in the sky. Without her I am the walrus, likely to lose myself in dark gibberish and fade away.” Lance Underphal, Cut-Throat Syndrome. Michael Allan Scott

You don't die of a broken heart, it only wears you down–just another rainy day.” — Grey Daze Michael Allan Scott

He night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at the stars, held down by an insidious, weightless lacing of snowflakes. I gazed idly at the moon and wondered if it truly had the power to sway the will of men. Hazel Butler

The night beyond the window was still, mordant white snow, punctuated only by the eerie dark of the trees, gumshoeing their way along the edge of the path outside. Their skeletal fingers clawed up at the stars, held down by an insidious, weightless lacing of snowflakes. I gazed idly at the moon and wondered if it truly had the power to sway the will of men. Hazel Butler

Red glowing eyes... No one could see her. No one could hear her. No one was coming to save her. Because Death had come sooner than expected. Humairaa Anseline

So much for a great opening speech, that sucker done tucked tail and is hiding in the deepest part of my brain, sucking its thumb. Brandy Nacole

Evil takes only prisoners…. Time takes none." From The Tenth, chapter 28. Various

Sometimes the truth is so bizarre and mind bending that it must be presented as fiction to be accepted. George SaundersThe Bookseller C. Robert Cales

My whole life changed after I drowned and died in the flood. Kerry Alan Denney

It felt oily inside her head. There were strings of Xavier Stancliff caught inside of her, holding on and spiderwebbing out as he plotted and waited and thought: this is all the bitch deserves. Swallowing, Sandra pushed herself off the bed. It was late and the room was dark. She could see the bundled lump of Jack beneath his own covers. He’d left the television on and the light flickered down the tiny hall. Shadows danced and Sandra shivered as she left the room. In another life, she would have told Danny and Jack about the man. Danny would have whispered, “It’s alright, ” and smoothed back her hair from her face and kissed her, lips dry and coarse on her forehead. Then he and Jack would’ve left while she was sleeping. They would’ve trampled the flowers and climbed into Xavier Stanliff’s window and when Sandra woke up there would have been one less man in the world. Angele Gougeon

There's a transparent face that looks deep into my eyes, baring my soul, right before terror consumes me and the image becomes a black mass of horror. Brandy Nacole

Insects crawled across my skin, legs skittering across my flesh, numbed paths of cold left in their wake. They were the creatures that heralded my ghosts, and I knew them well, yet the revulsion they caused in those moments far exceeded anything I’d felt before. Hazel Butler

Irwin was difficult to wake; the poor man was totally wiped out. He collapsed in one of the soft office chairs the moment Smith let him, sliding back into slumber. After he was settled, I sat at my desk and reviewed Smith’s…no, Charles’s notes, shuffling the paper irritably to bring the print into focus. Someday, I’d come up with a melody that fixed my sight problems. And tomorrow, I thought, mocking myself, I’ll find a way to sing away fleas and retire rich. Holly Rutan

She holds you like a whore in the night, but she'll take your soul and not think twice. Micheal Rivers

So exquisitely perfect was the darkness of the heavens above that one would have difficulty believing it was a prison to the passengers and crew of The Black Witch. Micheal Rivers

Woodward and Bernstein, ” Jared said from seemingly nowhere.“ What?”“ They were just two reporters. Yet, they broke the Watergate scandal. They toppled an administration. That’s us.”“ We’re Woodward and Bernstein.” Alec said, pointing between him and Jared.“Woodward, Bernstein, and Lucy, ” Lucy corrected. Adrian W. Lilly

We are born. We die. Somewhere in between we live. And how we live is up to us. That’s it. Steven Ramirez

What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad. Steven Ramirez

I thought if I loved you enough I could change you. I was so stupid. Steven Ramirez

This place is Hell’s waiting room. Steven Ramirez

There’s no better way for a woman to punish a man than to make him sleep away from her. Steven Ramirez

People talk about survival. What they mean is killing the other guy. Steven Ramirez

I like to think she hates my guts a little less every hour. Steven Ramirez

If you’d saved the girl, you’d be a hero. Next time. Steven Ramirez

I wanted to see the bullet coming, wanted to know the exact moment of my death. Steven Ramirez

‘There’s no time for right or wrong, ’ I said. Steven Ramirez

You shouldn’t have done that, Dave. Steven Ramirez

She played me with a bad hand, and I fell for it every time. Steven Ramirez

Remember. Observe, assess and act. No hesitation. No remorse. Steven Ramirez

I turned to her, my whole body hard with tiredness and regret. Steven Ramirez

There’s nothing worse than delivering bad news to women. I hoped I wouldn’t get good at it. Steven Ramirez

She smiled at him like a freshman invited to the senior prom. It made my blood boil. Steven Ramirez

The people inside the gym didn’t stand a dead drunk’s chance. Steven Ramirez

The sound of him drinking was indescribable–like dirty runoff down a storm drain. Steven Ramirez

This guy was a humorless bag of nothing but. Steven Ramirez

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man, ’ he said. Steven Ramirez

She gave herself a hard twist and fell into a sitting position, staring at me with those maggot-filled doll’s eyes. Steven Ramirez

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth. Steven Ramirez

When I lifted up the skin, a fat kidney worm dripping with gore raised its bald, blind head and glared at me. Steven Ramirez

It’s not about winning, it’s about doing what’s right. And yes, we will do what’s right. Steven Ramirez

I’m not a bad person. Steven Ramirez

I was a spectator who had gotten free admission to a freak show. Steven Ramirez

I felt a lunatic’s laugh welling up inside me. Steven Ramirez

Did you ever think it won’t be the undead who kill us, but ordinary people? Steven Ramirez

Drive. He’s already dead. Steven Ramirez

But I was still determined to protect her. It might be the one good thing I would ever do in my life. I wondered if God would even notice. Steven Ramirez

Even now I can’t describe the fear that contaminated my blood like black ink. Steven Ramirez

‘Can’t you see what they are?’ I said. ‘They’re all dead.’ Steven Ramirez

I don’t know how these things died without benefit of a bullet to the brain pan. They seemed to exist in an eternal twilight of longing. Steven Ramirez

I heard them tearing at it. It was the sound of mortality. Steven Ramirez

For an instant I saw before me the young girl this used to be. Steven Ramirez

‘Eighth one this week, ’ he said. Steven Ramirez

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished. Steven Ramirez

During our time together in this place Holly didn’t outright avoid me or treat me rudely. But she wasn’t–how do women like to put it? She wasn’t emotionally available to me. Steven Ramirez

Her voice was small and distant, like she’d already left the room. Steven Ramirez

His eyes were like two wafers of slate, grey and lifeless. Steven Ramirez

A riverless silence made the air heavy. Steven Ramirez

Herbs, vials, and crap, " I grumble. "Where are the massive weapons and spirit fighting spears?" "So impatient, " Cooper says, mocking, and goes to pick up a tube filled with powder. "You know, these herbs and vials and crap are important."" Yes, because crap always sounds necessary. Brandy Nacole

It's evil, Jo. It exists in all forms of life and death. Brandy Nacole