#norm

My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of gaping holes. ↗

— E.J. Stevens

#paranormal #spirit-guide-series #teen #ya #young-adult

Then the Skopamish showed up. Their chests heaving, rotting eyes like dull raisins in their skulls. Their eyes found mine like a witching wand seeking water. ↗

— Tamara Rose Blodgett

#fantasy #futuristic #paranormal-romance #science-fiction #war

Being dead is highly overrated. It’s no fun at all." -- Mythe: A Fairy Tale ↗

— P.J. Gordon

#humor #paranormal #death

Whose are all these ghosts?” she said, smiling at a flustered-looking Geraldine. “Oh,” said Geraldine, “I think they might be mine...? ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

...she knew, with all her heart that running away from the country’s top relationship coach was as good as saying, 'there’s no hope for me, ever'! ↗

— Diane Hall

#ghosts #life-after-death #love #paranormal-romance #psychics

Fear and bigotry don’t need explaining. They simply are, like traffic jams and taxes. ↗

— Eileen Wilks

#death-magic #eileen-wilks #fear #lupi #paranormal

Romans and fairies and death dogs, oh my. ↗

— Dani Harper

#paranormal-romance #sexy-men #death

Later, he would ask later who Attila was. Now he only wanted Belial's kiss. His heat. His passion. A quick gallop. Frenzied eternity. Insanity multiplied. A perfect, mind-numbing, bone-shattering small death. He wanted it all. Now. Now. Now. ↗

— Ciaran Dwynvil

#fantasy #gay #paranormal #death

He responded by tsking before he caught both wrists in one hand. His free hand reached into his back pocket. “Bianca, not everything is about sex.” Pulling out cuffs, he yanked her wrists above her head. “This is,” he added. “But not everything is. ↗

— Virginia Nelson

#reapers #romance #death

I stepped between him and the window so I was inches from his face. “There’s only one Ophi I’ve ever been interested in.” I tugged on his arm, making him face me again. I reached up on my toes and pressed my lips against his. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. His kiss was hungry, like he didn’t want to let go. Finally, I pulled away, completely breathless. Alex just smiled, clearly impressed with himself. ↗

— Kelly Hashway

#necromancers #ya-paranormal #zombies #death