Paranormal Romance Werewolves Quotes

“To the hottest wolf in a kilt, fighting or not, with the sexiest legs a lassie ever set eyes on.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“He smiled at her as Julia threw a snowball at Calla that missed her by a mile. Grinning, Calla quickly armed herself and threw one at Julia; only it missed her too and hit Guthrie in the crotch. Good thing it was soft snow. He grinned and wiped off the snow, slowly, deliberately, wolfishly.
Calla looked like she could burst into flames, she was so red faced. He started laughing.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Well, tomorrow I'll be in charge of a toga party. Will you wear a toga for that?"...
"A Highland wolf doesn't wear a toga," he said.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“He smiled. And she smiled back.
And that was it.
They quickly closed the distance between them, though she didn't remember moving. But she must have because she wasn't standing next to the sofa any longer and their lips were melded together as if they were meant to be that way. The wine on his lips and tongue tasted as divine as he did. His hands were on her bare shoulders, holding her in place while he worked miracles with his kisses.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“She took her leave and he wondered what that discussion had really been about. He knew he could live another hundred years and still not understand the workings of a woman's mind.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Damn, woman, how we can go from analyzing finances to hot sex..."
She pulled him down for another kiss. "We just love each other's assets way too much.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“You're beautiful, my little wolf. Every single part of you, especially your soul. I can feel it connected to mine.”
― Elena Kincaid, Alpha Blood

“I never saw true beauty till this night.”
― Lisa Kessler, New Moon

“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, Of Deception and Divinity

“The feelings for each of them competing for space in my heart and justification in my mind.”
― Jordan Deen

“Life…it’s…only for the tough.”
― Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal

“Guthrie turned to see who his attacker was. And smiled when he caught her eye.
He had the most devilishly wolfish look about him -- a mixture of impending payback with a snowball and something a wee bit more intimate, like a tackle in the snow. But he wouldn't. Not in front of his clansmen. Not when they weren't courting. At least, she hoped not.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“I have all kinds of lovely ideas for games and the like." She glanced at Guthrie. "None require swordplay."
Guthrie shook his head. "Where's the fun in that?”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“She was getting ready to attach a figure of a longhorn steer wearing a Christmas hat, compliments of Shelley's mother's Texas collection -- and thinking of how fun it was to see decoration from the various newcomers to the pack -- when she heard Guthrie shouting.
Deep, frustrated showing.
And cursing.
Claws scrambled on the stone floor, boots tromped at a run toward the great hall, and then disaster struck.
Women shrieked and shouted, but Calla was on the other side of the tree where she couldn't see the commotion. But then she saw the twelve-foot tree toppling over -- right toward her.
Before she could get out of the way, something hit her hard from the side and slammed her against the floor. Just before the tree landed on top of them. He was on top of her, smelling like the great outdoors, fir tree, and musky, sexy male wolf, Guthrie.
"Sorry," he mumbled against her ear, branches framing his head and touching the floor on either side of hers. "I meant to rescue you."
She smiled. "From... the tree?”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Despite all the commotion, and to Calla's surprise, Guthrie kissed her. His lips were warm and masculine and tasted like wassail. Cinnamon, apple cider, and oranges. She licked his mouth to enjoy more of the taste and he licked hers back, smiling. then he deepened the kiss.
Oh my God! She hadn't felt this naughty in forever! The men were going to move the tree soon, and here she and Guthrie would be. Kissing. In front of several members of his pack. She pushed her arms through the branches, trying to wrap them around his neck. She tangled her tongue with his, his cock hardening against her belly, and she felt deliciously wicked hidden beneath the half-decorated tree.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“She caught his eye, her gaze instantly sweeping over him. That made him stand a little taller, like a wolf who wanted to impress her with his build. What was there about her that made him want to both please and tease her in a fun-loving way?”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“One of the ladies handed her a red velvet hooded cloak. Little Red Riding Hood. This big bad wolf in a leather kilt wanted to eat her all up.”
― Terry Spear, A Highland Wolf Christmas

“Her smile flashed cruelly in the darkness. “You’re right, I’m not for you. I belong to myself. And you, like all the others, think you could hurt me so easily. You’ve got it backward. The pain comes from me. I bring it. I make it. So if you’re going to run, run because you’re afraid of how I will hurt you. Not the other way around. And if you do run, don’t ever come near me again. Just because I’m strong doesn’t mean I want a man who’s weak.”
― Tenaya Jayne, Blood Lock

“Fire witches are two parts sweet and one part sour, the perfect Daiquiri—classic, delicious, and deceptively potent.”
― N.D. Jones, Of Deception and Divinity

“Luca chuckled. “You will learn to trust me, princess.”
Ryan scoffed as he also brushed past Luca and walked into the library. “Like hell she will.”
― Franca Storm, Fated Desire

“Luca scoffed. “Wolves never change.”
“Excuse me?” Ryan demanded.
“All about instant gratification. Reacting purely on instinct and engaging in mindless acts of violence and sex.”
“Like vampires are any different. Oh, accept for the fact that my boys don’t kill those they fuck. Vampires get off on having a life in their hands, the power of draining their victim’s life force. Wolves revel in life. You are death and you breed only death.”
― Franca Storm, Fated Desire

“Why didn’t she wake me up?”
“Haven’t you heard the expression ‘let sleeping dogs lie’?”
Ryan’s eyes narrowed. “Werewolves are not dogs, Shaye. How many times do we need to have this damned conversation?”
― Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal

“I don’t care how he feels. I love you. Only you. Always and forever, baby.”
“I know, but--”
She silenced him with her finger to his lips. A wide grin lit up her face as she told him, “Besides, once a woman has had a wolf in her bed, there is no going back.”
― Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal

“You won’t be able to control your wolf!”
“An advantage when breaking into a vampire mansion!”
― Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal

“You are really so stubborn that you would let yourself die rather than let me help you?”
“Yes.”
― Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal

“You will never be able to forgive me for killing your father, so don’t waste your time trying. Instead, you need to see past your personal distaste for me. This is business.”
“Believe me, if I wasn’t seeing past my personal feelings towards you, you’d be dust by now.”
― Franca Storm, Fated Betrayal

“He unfolded his arms and moved to the side. I was fine with that. Again with the glowering, though. Seen that, done it myself. So last year.”
― A.E. Jones, Sentinel Lost

“She appeared to be near seventeen years of age, but looked like a vision from the Greek tragedies. With plaited coils of dark luscious hair, lips like the petals of a rose, and large, deep eyes that contained all the delight of her passion. She was the loveliest girl I have ever seen in all my life. Then she spoke. I have never heard such a voice before. It seemed she was instantly Juliet. From deep tones to flute-like music like the lark, she spoke and sang her parts with an excitement that stirred the whole audience. She concluded to thunderous applause and I could barely contain my own appreciation.”
― Brian S. Ference, The Wolf of Dorian Gray: A Werewolf Spawned by the Evil of Man

“My chest aches for air as I go as fast as I can, trying my best to ignore the pain in my feet.”
― Ellie Ellis

“He looked from her to the gun and back again. “Before I tell you, I’d really like for you to put the gun down.”
She shook her head. “The moment I do, you could try to kill me. And rest assured, you would only try.” Light filled her amethyst eyes. “Plus, I don’t know that you’re not carrying a weapon yourself. Yet.”
“Planning to frisk me?”
“Nah. Can’t let down my guard.” With a smirk, she said, “You’re going to strip.”
― Catherine Peace, Amy's Hunt