100 Quotes About Werewolf

Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I found me a werewolf, a nasty old mutt It showed me its teeth and went straight for my gut. Mama, Mama, help me get home I'm out in the woods, I am out on my own. I was stopped by a vampire, a rotting old wreck It showed me its teeth and went straight for my neck. Mama, Mama, put me to bed I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead. I met an Invalid, and fell for his art He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.- From "A Child's Walk Home, " Nursery Rhymes and Folk Tales . Lauren Oliver

Did you like question ten, Moony?" asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall." Loved it, " said Lupin briskly. "Give five signs that identify the werewolf. Excellent question."" D'you think you managed to get all the signs?" said James in tones of mock concern." Think I did, " said Lupin seriously, as they joined the crowd thronging around the front doors eager to get out into the sunlit grounds. "One: He's sitting on my chair. Two: He's wearing my clothes. Three: His name's Remus Lupin.. J.k. Rowling

I heard the man and woman cry a warning as I frantically racked my brain for some sort of throat-repairing spell, which I was clearly about to need. Of course the only words that I actually managed to yell at the werewolf as he ran at me were, 'BAD DOG! 'Then, out of the corner of my eye, I caught a flash of blue light on my left. Suddenly, the werewolf seemed to smack into an invisible wall just inches in front of me.." You know, " someone said off to my left, "I usually find a blocking spell to be a lot more effective than yelling 'Bad dog, ' but maybe that's just me. Rachel Hawkins

Fortunately, among werewolf women, the word "bitch" is not offensive. I was having a lot of fun with that." Hey there, bitches! " I called as I came through the door. "What are my favorite bitches up to today? Molly Harper

It's when you sit alone, Or lay in your bed, That we will be watching, Waiting, Until you get scared. Then we will come, A scratch and a chill, For you will feel goosebumps, Look at the windowsill! Did you see a face? Looking in at you, You know that you did, Beware..you'll turn blue. Is that the wind, Howling at the moon, Or is it a werewolf, That's coming for you? So sit in your chair, Or lay in your bed, Because we''ll be there, And you'll be dead! . Anthony T Hincks

Weave the circle, tightly sewn, Let nothing evil or unknown Enter within. Stay without On pain of death, we cast you out. Yasmine Galenorn

Even monsters deserve love, they become monsters for a reason, not for the fun of it. Deep inside, you are broken, you are standing in front of me screaming for my help in the inside, just like how I am, inside and out. QueenKeely

Somehow everything always came down to time, she realized with perfect lucidity. There was either too much or too little. It either passed too quickly or too slowly. It didn’t belong to anyone–it was simply a gift, bestowed by God, and yet eternally taken for granted. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing Time could be tamed–reigned in–and tethered, synchronized with human needs and wants. But that wasn’t the case, was it? . R. W. Patterson

I handed him a beaker and toyed with the pleats of my skirt. The folds kept rippling against my knees in a distracting way. It was one of Naomi's additions to my wardrobe. I quickly decided that I hated it. Andrea Cremer

An understanding washed over Darren. You plan on me running.”“ For many, many years.” The crooked smile on Trent’s mouth sent a shiver throughout my body. He was utterly dangerous when he wanted to be. Elizabeth J. Kolodziej

One of my professors once told me that the last official act of the British monarchy was when Queen Victoria refused to sign a law that made same-sex acts illegal. It would have made me think more highly of her, except the reason she objected was because she didn’t believe women would do anything like that. Parliament rewrote the law so it was specific to men, and she signed it. A tribute to enlightenment, Queen Victoria was not. Neither, as I have observed before, are werewolf packs. Patricia Briggs

Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self. Jazz Feylynn

Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self. Jazz Feylynn

It's what we do, we continue on. Yet, what is the point? There is nothing ahead of us when there is nothing left of us. D.R. Hedge

Fire and ice licked at his soul–whispered his name–drawing him deeper into the enveloping pain and blackness as he’d dreamed earlier. He suddenly wished to return to the rippling stream. The water would wash away the blistering pain…the fire…the burn. He’d wade deeper…submit to the current… He’d let go… R. W. Patterson

Are you ready to go home, Catherine?” he asked. “It’s warm inside the house. I kept a fire going for you.” I continued looking at him, unsure how to respond. “Thanks, ” I managed to say and then glanced in the direction of his house–our house. “Well, you are my wife. And I know you don’t like the cold.” I’m his wife, I thought to myself. He had said the words as if that simple fact made it necessary to be both thoughtful and kind. As if having gained a wife or husband meant having also gained her or his concerns, and hence the need to consider the person’s needs, wants, and preferences as strongly as one’s own. It struck me as a perfect description of what marriage ought to be. An agreeable notion that had not entered into my petty way of viewing matrimony. I would have assumed it to be above Thaddeus’ egotistical mindset as well.“ Catherine?” he said again, watching me regard him with a quizzical expression. “Are you ready to go home?” I nodded, which made him smile. Richelle E. Goodrich

Brian came in heavy at that moment on his guitar, the rapid, high-pitched squeal ranging back and forth as his fingers flew along the frets. As the intro's tempo grew more rapid, Bekka heard Derek's subtle bass line as it worked its way in. After another few seconds Will came in, slow at first, but racing along to match the others' pace. When their combined efforts seemed unable to get any heavier, David jumped into the mix. As the sound got nice and heavy, Bekka began to rock back-and-forth onstage. In front of her, hundreds of metal-lovers began to jump and gyrate to their music. She matched their movements for a moment, enjoying the connection that was being made, before stepping over to the keyboard that had been set up behind her. Sliding her microphone into an attached cradle, she assumed her position and got ready. Right on cue, all the others stopped playing, throwing the auditorium into an abrupt silence. Before the crowd could react, however, Bekka's fingers began to work the keys, issuing a rhythm that was much softer and slower than what had been built up. The audience's violent thrash-dance calmed at that moment and they began to sway in response. Bekka smiled to herself. This is what she lived for. . Nathan Squiers

Nevertheless, the potential and actual importance of fantastic literature lies in such psychic links: what appears to be the result of an overweening imagination, boldly and arbitrarily defying the laws of time, space and ordered causality, is closely connected with, and structured by, the categories of the subconscious, the inner impulses of man's nature. At first glance the scope of fantastic literature, free as it is from the restrictions of natural law, appears to be unlimited. A closer look, however, will show that a few dominant themes and motifs constantly recur: deals with the Devil; returns from the grave for revenge or atonement; invisible creatures; vampires; werewolves; golems; animated puppets or automatons; witchcraft and sorcery; human organs operating as separate entities, and so on. Fantastic literature is a kind of fiction that always leads us back to ourselves, however exotic the presentation; and the objects and events, however bizarre they seem, are simply externalizations of inner psychic states. This may often be mere mummery, but on occasion it seems to touch the heart in its inmost depths and become great literature. Franz Rottensteiner

Thank you, ” I managed to say. Replying with a nod, he approached my horse. “Here, let me help you–” I slipped down myself before he could lend a hand, keeping the fur hide in my possession. “I’m not suddenly incapable because I wear a dress, Thaddeus.”“I wasn’t suggesting….” Wisely, he let the issue drop. Lifting an arm, he offered it to me. That’s when I noticed my sword in sheath belted to his waist.“ That’s mine! ” I declared, reaching for the hilt. Thaddeus managed a quick side-step. He hardened his jaw at my look of incredulity. I would only wait momentarily for an explanation. “I know the sword is yours, Catherine, everyone knows that. But you’re too beautiful tonight to ruin that radiant look with an ugly, leather belt strapped about you.” I was starting to think the man was using compliments as a weapon to defend himself against me. It did work to temper my anger somewhat.“ I brought the sword as a cautionary act, just in case those nasty werewolves show up. Seeing how I’ll be standing beside you all evening, the blade will be at your disposal if needed.” I accepted his reasoning and stood down. “Besides, ” Thaddeus added, apparently feeling safe, “what’s yours is mine now anyway.” I glared at the fool. “That works both ways, you know.” He rolled his eyes and shrugged. “If it must.” Again, he offered me his arm which I grudgingly accepted. . Richelle E. Goodrich

And I realize, so suddenly that it hurts, just how empty a creature can be, while still filled to the brim with drowning agony. D.R. Hedge

No amount of speed could break me of this darkness... The sorrow is ever clinging to me. D.R. Hedge

Charlotte." Kate attempted to distract the child from her endless questions and held up the glass tube. "This is wulfsyl. I can't be sure it's correct." The girl looked at Kate with excitement, then asked hopefully, "Will it stop me from eating someone?" Kate looked uncomfortable. "We believe that if you take it now, you will n ever have to eat someone."" But what if I do?"" Eat Malcolm, " Simon suggested. . Clay Griffith

For every blissful moment you must an anguish meet. BillieJo Williams

A wounded animal yet bears teeth BillieJo Williams

There was a feeling on the air like the eve of the end of the world. BillieJo Williams

Okay. We've got about twenty minutes before I get mean again.' She laughed, relieved the night was still young, 'What are you, some kind of sex-werewolf? Cara McKenna

Which side was I on? There was no time to search for answers. All I could do now was ride on a werewolf's back, toward a destiny as hidden as the dark side of the moon. Neal Shusterman

The world won't end with a bang or a whimper. It'll end with the death screams of a thousand demons and a defiant, carefree, savage, wolfen howl. Darren Shan

You don’t have a monopoly on pain or loss. It’s a level playing field–we all lose–we all grieve. It’s what remains afterwards that defines us. Guilt is the poison we pump into our own veins. It’s self-inflicted torture. R. W. Patterson

Emma convinced herself she'd lost him because she was fast. She was also adept at convincing herself of things that might not be - good at pretending. She could pretend she took classes at night by choice, and that blushing didn't make her thirsty-- A vicious growl sounded. Her eyes widened, but she didn't turn back, just sprinted across the field. She felt claws sink into her anckle a second before she was dragged to the muddy ground and thrown onto her back. A hand covered her mouth, though she'd been trained not to scream." Never run from one such as me." Her attacker didn't sound human. "You will no' get away. And we like it." His voice was guttural like a beast's, breaking, yet his accent was.. Scottish? . Kresley Cole

No shifting in my car Blake, I don't want slobber all over my seats." Neesa C.T. Todd

A warrior knows death is always a hair's breadth away, but he doesn't dwell on the possibility of his death when he goes into battle. A warrior just fights. He fights to protect his family, his home, his people, himself, and often, the good of man. The wolf never gives a passing thought to the possibility of his death. For the wolf, he will fight to the end if need be, solely to defend his territory. Neither of these things are necessarily a reason to enter into battle when you are already weakened. They just are what they are. They live in a warrior's heart, in a wolf's heart. And both, for me, are in my heart. D.C. Grace

At that moment, I wished I were the wind, free to dance across her flesh, seep through her clothing, and explore the forbidden depths of her body beneath. Unknown

Fate and destiny go hand in hand. It is impossible to change our destiny. Only the path upon which we walk to reach our destination alters. If we should stray from that path, fate will take control and guide us in the right direction. J.A. Belfield

A piercing screech from above caught my attention. However, it was the arm landing beside me with teeth marks that let me know what was going on. “Can you be a little more careful where you let body parts fall?”- Faith, Witch Devotions Elizabeth J. Kolodziej

With her face tilted up to his, the subtle edge of moonlight touched along the edge of one high cheekbone, the tilted edge of one eye, and those beautiful, enticing lips. Obeying an impulse he couldn’t put into words, he lowered his head and covered her mouth with his. Thea Harrison

Close your eyes and relax. One kiss. I don’t bite.” His hand brushed her cheek. “At least not hard.”“ That’s a joke, right? Because I have proof you do bite hard. Laurann Dohner

Once a month, for one evening, we are free to wear our natural skins. We are on the outside as we are internally. D.R. Hedge

We aren't taught to mourn. We're told to forget. D.R. Hedge

You knew I would find you and you knew what I'd do when I did." -Cort (The Carver's Problem) B.L. Brooklyn

I’m not trying to fix you. I don’t think you’re broken.”- Damian (Marked Book #1) page 266 A.N. Meade

I am a guardian of sorts.”- Liam (Marked Book #1) page 171 A.N. Meade

Is it wrong to protect your heart?”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 130 A.N. Meade

I would have done better to cherish my good memories. I know that you were trying to protect me, and I admire you for that. I wish now that I had let you.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 288 A.N. Meade

So you are vampire then, my beauty?”- Damian (Marked Book #1) page 160 A.N. Meade

I am yours. Whatever you ask of me it is done.”- Marc (Marked Book #1) page 179 A.N. Meade

Aimee turned and walked out, giving him a wink and a smile, careful not to part her lips. His reaction to her fangs, as amusing as it may be, would hurt her chances of blending in.” — Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 215 A.N. Meade

First, you must be certain that you are ready for knowledge. There are many things that we bury in our minds for a reason. Are you sure that you want to go digging up the past?”- Elsie (Marked Book #1) page 226 A.N. Meade

I have decided to change something. I am thinking I may want to go by Aimee again.”- Aimee (Marked Book #1) page 102 A.N. Meade

My nerves were wrapped so tight I could explode at any second. Some jaguar reciting poetry was not helping. “Just tell me which way to go, Shakespeare. Lisa Kessler

This time, I wanted to enjoy the passion that burned between us until we were both about to combust. Lisa Kessler

You mean run away? Wolves don't run from a fight." Rebecca Winters in Lone Wolf Rising Jami Brumfield

If you're outmatched, out-numbered, out-skilled, you'll run and live to fight another day." Lucky stopped jogging and pulled her close to him. He gently forced her eyes to lock with his. "You need to understand there are plenty of predators in our world who are far more dangerous than you'll ever be. Those are the ones you need to fear and, in a way, respect." ~ Lucky from Lone Wolf Rising Jami Brumfield

I hated lying to my family. I had no choice. As a werewolf, the pack’d go apeshit if they found out I’d spent the last few months shagging a cat.~ Kyle Larsen J.A. Belfield

Being with her was near impossible. But being without her… I didn’t want to think about it. -- Aren from Hunter's Moon Lisa Kessler

And what if I need something?'' Find it yourself.' Connor tsk-ed. 'Where did all the niceties go?'' You're not a guest. You're family. Find your own fucking towels. M.A. Grant

Flynn?’Without thinking, she took a small step toward the wolf. Its ears cocked forward at the sound of the name, and it too took a step forward. Then froze. She shook her head. ‘Sorry, ’ she whispered. ‘You look like someone I know.’ The wolf regarded her closely.‘ That sounds stupid, huh?’ No response. Just that intense stare.‘ You aren’t going to eat me, are you? M.A. Grant

But there was something different about Flynn, and it wasn't just the way he was looking at her. His grip tightened on her wrist--not painfully, but possessively. His other arm went up as he leaned against the shelving, effectively boxing her in with his body without making any further contact. To her horror, she felt herself go warm and liquid in places she shouldn't. "Let go of me." Evie whispered. His eyes were green. A bright mind-blowing green. And they were staring into hers intently, daring her to lean in closer, to taste those sinful lips.. M.A. Grant

If Flynn hadn't known his older brother for the addicted, lying sack of shit he was, he might have believed the pain he saw in that gaze, might have trusted that Connor had finally seen the error of his ways and was going to change his life and step out of their father's shadow. But Connor usually only had an epiphany if it got him laid, increased his bank balance, or severely pissed off Rupert. M.A. Grant

That was why he still hadn’t called her. He wasn’t sure what the hell he was going to say if she picked up. Evie, I’m really sorry about acting like a complete dick to you. Would you be willing to go out for lunch again? This time somewhere where my brother can’t kill anyone, and my fucked‐up father won’t take revenge for my letting it happen by trying to kill you? M.A. Grant

Ridiculous! I couldn’t marry, mate, or whatever it entailed with Zane. He was a werewolf. With my assorted background I was all for interracial relationships. Interspecies? – The jury was still out on that possibility. Carol Van Atta

I’m almost used to you showing up without shoes, but where the hell are your pants? Dani Harper

Although only three legs would obey him, the white wolf began to run. Run, to outpace the agony that could rip and tear a human heart. Run, to outdistance the human grief that could not be borne. Run, to be as the moon, a swift white shape gleaming in the night. Run, to be a wolf and only a wolf. As he raced away into the welcoming arms of the night, James was only fleetingly aware that he had just buried his human self alongside Evelyn.And then he was aware of nothing. Dani Harper

By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream… It was a memory. Dani Harper

Crazy is such a misunderstood term. I like to think that I march to the beat of my own drummer. Eva Sloan

Oberon’s been kidnapped along with one of the werewolves, and that’s why we’re all so upset. We’ll talk more tomorrow, and I promise to answer all your questions if I survive the night, ” I said. The widow’s eyebrows raised. “Ye’ve got all these nasty pooches to run around with and ye still might die?” “I’m going to go fight with a god, some demons, and a coven of witches who all want to kill me, ” I said, “so it’s a distinct possibility.” “Are y’goin’ t’kill ’em back?” “I’d certainly like to.” “Attaboy, ” the widow chuckled. “Off y’go, then. Kill every last one o’ the bastards and call me in the mornin’. Kevin Hearne

She once told him about the mysterious trampled-down places found in fields, which the peasants superstitiously called werewolves' nests. Coming across one of these sites, she fell to her knees and buried her face in the flattened yellow grasses, hoping to inhale the odor of a werewolf, a csordásfarkas. As if his scent was a charm. She smelled nothing but hay burned by the afternoon sun. Jody Shields

Innocent? Tell me human, who among you is innocent? Who among you has not destroyed without need or hurt without pity? Should a lion ponder his role in thinning the herds? Does he question whether or not he is doing the right thing as he tears into a zebra’s flesh?” he snarled. His next words were slow and measured, and more to himself than to Natalya. “No….he knows only that he has teeth and claws….and an insatiable lust for blood. Jessica Majzner

He gestured at me. “Do you like the blanket?” I nodded. “It’s warm.”“ I made it. Well, actually, I didn’t skin the animal, but I did kill it….after the others pinned it down. It’s werewolf skin.” My heart faltered; I gripped at a wad of black fur.“ I slayed the beast for you, Catherine. I used your sword. It was your grandmother’s idea actually, a wedding present. You mentioned how chilly you g . Richelle E. Goodrich

The Earl of Woolsey was indeed completely nude. He did not seem particularly perturbed by this fact, but Miss Tarabotti felt the sudden need to close her eyes tight and think about asparagus or something equally mundane. Gail Carriger

He has been mad for you these many months, ever since you prodded him in the nether regions with a hedgehog. Gail Carriger

Love may be on the horizon, but beware something wicked this way comes. Wilkie Martin

So you want me to track down a supernaturally fast sniper who can disappear into thin air, retrieve your maps, and do it so nobody finds out what I'm doing or why?'' Exactly.' I sighed. 'I'll get the paperwork. Ilona Andrews

It was cold, dark & lonely in the great cathedral-like chambers, with only coffins and corpses for company. BillieJo Williams

She couldn't detach from him, couldn't catch her breath, and didn't want to. Not ever again. Kristin Miller

Middling monsters died at the point of pitchforks, burned with torches, or at the butt of silver-capped canes wielded by angry, geriatric Poles. Middling people were dime-a-dozen, emptied souls, shorn sheeple, human husks. A good monster didn’t worry about what it was doing; it just did it. A true predator didn’t worry about guilt, or being popular, or anything. It just cruised along, living for the kill, surviving. A good person, well, she’d put a bullet in her head or weigh her feet down and throw herself into the Chicago River, holding her breath until she went to the sludgy, filthy bottom, and had to open wide and breathe water until she died. D.T. Neal

The wolf had begun hunting human prey. They were plentiful in the dark city streets and provided enough good meat to satiate his gnawing hunger. He was still very careful not to let any who saw him live. To do otherwise would displease the Master. He would only stalk those people that were foolish enough to walk alone in the night Brian S. Ference

Hidden in a toolbox, in the rafters of his four-car garage, was an envelope full of pictures taken by a private detective.. They were pictures of a scrawny, boyish looking nine year old with a wide mouth and a tangle of brown hair.. Her eyes were oblong and deep set, their color hidden from the camera by the slant of the sun. The angles and planes of her face were oddly beautiful just then, in that moment, frozen on Kodak paper. A hint of the woman she would someday become. Shirley A. Martin

You tell a soul or even God Hisself what you seen when the rougarou changes , or even that you met one, and a year ain’t passed, you’re liable to change to one yourself. Samuel SnoekBrown

Reality is highly overrated. Roxanne Bland

Back the fuck off fluffy! Seth Tucker

He knew that people were staring at him. He looked different. Even different from other Erasers. He wasn't as –seamless. He didn't look as human as the rest of them did when they weren't morphed. He kind of looked morphy all the time. He hadn't seen his plain real face in –a long time." I know who you are." Ari almost jumped –he hadn't noticed the boy slide onto the bench next to him. He frowned down at the small, open face. "What?" he growled. This was when the little boy would get scared and probably turn and run. It always happened. The boy smiled. "1 know who you are, " he said, pointing at Ari happily. Ari just snarled at him. The boy wiggled with excitement. "You're Wolverine! "Ari stared at him." You look awesome, dude, " said the boy. "You're totally my favorite. You're the strongest one of all of them and the coolest too. I wish 1 was like you." Ari almost gagged. No one had ever, ever said anything like that to him. James Patterson

Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isn't about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolf's wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast. Jazz Feylynn

A year ago, ' I said, 'you wouldn’t have asked this of me.'' A year ago, ' he answered, 'you wouldn’t have hesitated to drink.' I crossed to the desk and tossed it down. Charlaine Harris

I have to. I've been fighting it all night. I'm going to lose. My battle is as futile as a woman feeling the first pangs of labor and deciding it's an inconvenient time to give birth. Nature wins out. It always does. Kelley Armstrong

I swear it looked like she wanted her words to slither around us and go out the door unheard. Jazz Feylynn