Quotes About Werewolf

stregoica"—witch, "vrolok" and "vlkoslak"—both of which mean the same thing, one being Slovak and the other Servian for something that is either were-wolf or vampire. (Mem., I must ask the Count about these superstitions)

I have spent my spare time studying literature popular with young women of this planet. One should always study the battlefield. Sean glanced at him. And? I suggest you give up now. According to my research, in a vampire-werewolf love triangle, the vampire always gets the girl.

What would I do without the moral compass of a teenage werewolf?

He stepped forward, took a deep breath, and doubled over in a sneezing fit. My werewolf was allergic to tortoises. Why me?

I wanted you to show me that you loved me. I wanted you to fight for me. I wanted you to do the ridiculous werewolf mating thing, where you bring me food, and flirt with me, and growl at any other male who tries to hit on me.

There's enough sedative in these darts to bring down a werewolf, which is exactly what we're hunting. Why would we want to bring down an elephant if we're not hunting elephants?

Thirrin's fighting spirit still roared within her though, and as the creature lowered its jaws towards her throat she punched it hard on the nose. The werewolf shook its head and sneezed, taken completely aback.

I can't answer that, replied the werewolf. Like all good dogs, I'm a cynic, and therefore a little blind. I can only see things as they are, not as they ought to be...

I was under the impression that werewolf packs were not meant to be run by committee. Yeah, I said. But I dont want to be like all those other werewolves, you know? Says the werewolf named Kitty. It's too late to change my name now, I grumbled.

A werewolf isn't supposed to have parents. Brenda said, grumbling. They're not supposed to have mothers. How am I supposed to shoot you now, knowing it'll upset that really nice woman?

You're Regina Luporum," Ned, Master of London, had said. "Of course strange things are happening to you.

Balthasar, his people—they're not what they seem." "Look, instead of a vague warning why can't you just tell me why you don't like them? Give me some information here." "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," he said. Exasperated, I flung my arms and shouted, "I'm a freaking werewolf! Try me!

Disbelieving, Evan and Brenda stared after them. "A werewolf isn't supposed to have parents," Brenda said, grumbling. "They're not supposed to have mothers. How am I supposed to shoot you now, knowing it'll upset that really nice woman?

Jessie eyed the row of costumes and picked one, a sly smile forming on her lips. "I'm going to be Little Red Riding Hood." I raised my eyebrows. "Seriously? At a werewolf party?

I finally got my knight in shining armor. Too bad he was a teenage werewolf

The birds tried a direct assault just after dark. I let that idiot and your werewolf have them. I think Sean might be disturbed. He cut off their heads and put them on sticks in the back yard.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost convince myself it was Dad grilling outside rather than some werewolf with entitlement issues.

The entire armor collapsed with a deafening crunch, locking the vampire into a rigid straitjacket. Every vampire in the Lodge winced. Maud did too. "Nice," the werewolf said. "If one is going to wear armor, one must properly maintain it.

What we do is ridiculous! I think that even when what I'm doing is serious, even when I'm not turning into a werewolf. It's a silly thing to do, isn't it? It's what you do in the playground when you're kids - but actors just never stop doing it.

It turns out that I've become a pretty good werewolf actor. I'm going to have to try to get myself into a different position, at some point in the future, but I'll take werewolf. Werewolf is pretty damn fun to play.

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.

You're perfect,aren't you?" "I am a werewolf," he says between bites. He bends his head. "That just gives you a totally good excuse for your pathetic temper." He wiggles his eyebrows. "True.

Oh." I touch my cheeks. "You licked me." He laughs and leans over, giving a tiny tongue swipe to my hand. "You're very lickable." I try to hit him. He laughs harder and grabs my hands. "No fair! Mere mortal against werewolf," I complain. "Fine." He lets go, but first he kisses my fingers, each of them. I sigh happily.

What the hell kind of name is Kitty for a werewolf?