Quotes From American Werewolf In London นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"What are you looking at?" I put the book back on its shelf and looked at him. "I thought I hid a few photos from our trip, I guess I didn't." I didn't comment and tried to look anywhere else. He seems like he's having a talk with himself and forgot about me. "Harriet, remember what I told you last time?" “What?” I mean that, I don’t really remember, I don’t take notes, and this was why I got low grades. “Being a werewolf does not make you immortal because when you infect a human and transform him into a werewolf, he will age and surely dies, and so the ‘hosts’ dies too.”

It felt like a generational thing. “Us werewolves?” Lola corrected. “Young lady, you seem to miss the fact that you are also a wolf.” She smirked. “I am a very open book,” I raised my nose in the air. “I wouldn’t go into it if I don’t like the person offering.” “That's because you haven’t had a taste of Richard,” she licked her lips in a taunting way. “Eww...” I laughed.

Then he added, “And they’re going to wish they hadn’t.” “Ohhhh, that's one of the classic lines in every werewolf romance or Mafia romance story I've read! Or any other fictional book!" Lora squeaked in my head, “This is one of the many reasons I love our mate.” Lora said, voice dripping with honey and something I don't even want to think about.

I loved her signing, I could tell she was happy and couldn’t help herself, it was contagious. She perked up and laughed then turned up the radio up and sang out, “There was a Werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand…Ahwooooooo, Werewolves of London. Ahwooooooo.” This whole time I was contemplating how to tell her werewolves are real and the fact that ‘werewolf’ just came from her mouth left me stunned. Dane was choking he was laughing so hard. Go with it Davin, I guess Selene is feeling sorry for you!

Everyone listens to them with rapt attention and then Damion looks at Esther and says, “I always knew you were a little crazy. In a good way.” Esther smiles, “Thanks, and same to you.” “But this is crazy,” says Tasha, “this Carl is dangerous, and who is to say he will not try to abduct other people to lure Lilia in the future.” “If you are ready to learn the spell and cast it in me, then it’ll help,” says Lilia. “Of course, I am going to learn that. You are my best friend. I’m not letting some cynical werewolf get to you.”

Jeremy's lips curled into a sneer as he closed in on the werewolf. "So, you weren't sleeping," he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. The werewolf shrugged, his eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and wariness. "I call it self-preservation." Then he looked at the ropes that bound him and raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "You know I'm a werewolf, right? You do realize I can transform and break free from these ropes and escape, don't you?"

I swallowed, letting out a polite chuckle while looking at Zarion. As I lay down in the bed of the dimly lit room of the cabin, the weight of Alpha Zarion's question hung heavily in the air, “Cass, do you still want to be a wolf? You have seen their capabilities. You see, we possess good and bad capabilities. We’re not what you think who saves the world.” His piercing gaze bore into my soul, searching for the truth within me. But I ignored him, even when he spoke further. “Cassidy, you already know how dangerous the werewolves are…” He stated in his low rumble voice . “Do you still want to be one?”

They just had to find a way to pull the elders along with them. "And how does he know that? Can he prove it? Is there a situation that had warranted his particular deduction?" Shitta questioned, ignoring the talks going on all around her by her fellow elders. Lily looked at Prescott to answer the question. "She is not a human. She had thrown an offending werewolf right across a hall, without flinching. And her eyes usually glowed gold whenever she was angry." Prescott stated, and Lily recapped the statement to the elders. And although some were intrigued by this information, others were really not.

"Well, um, the moon is, uh, it's important to werewolves because, uh, they transform under the full moon, and, um, that's when they're at their strongest, I think." As soon as the words leave my mouth, I know that i have blown it. The Prince's expression is neutral, but I can see the disappointment in his eyes. I can feel the eyes of the council and the other girls on her, and it's all I can do to keep from running from the room in embarrassment. The other girls exchange smug looks, clearly pleased that i have stumbled. But I can't help feeling a little bit relieved. At least now I know where I stand, and I can start to think about what I need to do to improve myself.