Voodoo Quotes Novels & Stories

short and brittle. “Jealous? Of you? Please. I’m just watching the show. And it’s getting good. Marisol’s cracking. You’re cracking. He’s injecting himself into oblivion every morning like clockwork. Soon he won’t remember your name… Vincenzo is a puppet…. And doctor wicked and Lord Lucifer will turn him to something you can’t identify… Aurora eyes widen grabbing every words…. Every sentence….. Now…. It makes sense They are using him….. Fuvk!!!!

"Let us celebrate, everyone here should enjoy the fun, no one amongst us should be left aside, there are enough drinks, drugs, and the best part of it is that there are enough bitches," zoella said as the crowd burst into laughter. "Really? But I haven't seen any bad bitch yet, all I can see here, are flat asses and tight pussies." One of the vampires said, his name is, he is a very dangerous, fearless and wicked sadist, he can kill anybody at any time,

“Not really no, I’m afraid. This is all new to me.” “Followers of voodoo call themselves ‘Servants of the Loa.’ The Loa are the invisible entities they worship. Every follower has a like a patron Loa, a Met Tet they call it. Vince’s Met Tet is Baron Samedi, a Loa of the dead. If he likes you, he’ll let you call him Vince.” “How will I know if he likes me?”

The sky outside was blue and vast. I once again saw the beggar. He was begging at the square. I approached him. "Sir, you're obviously not an ordinary person. Why are you begging?" Holding a cigarette, he smiled self-deprecatingly. "After I mastered the voodoo arts, I got cocky and thought I was invincible. One day, my arrogance cost me the life of the one dearest to me. If you were me, you would probably spend the rest of your life like this too…"

VIOLET “Why not just do the world a favor and die, you ugly bitch!” If I could count the amount of times I had been told that, I’d probably get tired at some point and just call it quits. It was something that all my pack members had never hesitated to repeat over and over again.

I suddenly could feel myself reducing and growing smaller, "help me, mother" I screamed my lungs out. "No!!!" I screamed as I woke up, the dream had seemed too real. l touch my forehead and left a cold sensation there. What kind of voodoo is that, that shit felt so real. I whispered still panting.

The word shot at her like a bullet. ​ “No,” she whimpered, clutching her eyes shut, her voice barely a whisper. ​ Don’t go there, she pleaded internally. ​ Suddenly, the air reeked of burning flesh, and she thrashed in his hold, desperate to escape. The ghosts of her past clawed her back into the abyss, panic flooding her senses. Three years of therapy, endless sessions with her psychiatrist—undone in an instant by Kabir’s poisonous question, which hurled her straight into that shadowed alley once more.

I whispered. "What's going on!" Vladimir shouted as an invisible force pushed him off me. I didn't realize what I was doing but I was chanting in a foreign language I could barely understand. "Kashi etu cati mati Li do Tu. How dare you attack a descendant of the great witches? " I could barely recognize my voice. I lifted my hand and everyone was lifted in mid-air including Vladimir. "You dare drink from a witch!" I shouted at him and dropped my hand.

Vdius was unusually silent as he was thinking something. "What are you thinking? What with this devilish smile?" Alex asked his friend. Vdius looked towards his friend and said with a sinister smile, "What about I please you tomorrow by blowing the tiny head of your mystical Queen? Isn't it will be fun to see??”

I take a breather when the waiter returns with two cups of espresso and a bottle of Chardonnay, accompanied with one glass. “You talk a big game, but realistically thinking it will be impossible.” Violetta address me from behind the espresso cup, while Giulia gets acquainted with the bottle of wine not seemingly interested in what we were talking about. “Respectfully said, sir.” Violette adds quickly. “Impossibility is only plausible to someone who doesn’t use their mind to dream or doesn’t feel worthy of succeeding.” I correct her. “Everything I have in mind is possible.” “And who will fund this craziness?”