Voodoo Quotes Novels & Stories

"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,

“It doesn’t matter. My mate is here so this is where I shall be.” “That’s called obsession in my books. It’s not healthy to follow your partner around all the time. You need to give each other space.” “Oh, leave him alone. It’s called love,” Nana says, coming to my aid and I smile at her. “Thanks, Nana. Some people are bitter because they do too much witchcraft. Too much voodoo is turning them evil.” “Rex, I dare you to say that again and I’ll make you explode into a thousand pieces!” Lily spits and a fireball appears in her hand.

With a shake, I ignore the pain and attempt to stick it in again. Twigs, vines, nuts, and leaves don’t necessarily make the prettiest doll, but for the voodoo magic to work, you don’t need something beautiful. You just need a doll. Mine is barely that, but I’m hoping Goddess Nature finds it pleasing and my anger justified. Which, in my opinion, it is. “I hope the god's dick falls off.” I pull the twig out and shove it right back into the doll again. Under the pressure, the small stick snaps between my sore fingers. “Dammit.”

"If I successfully do it, I will be able to cause her illness and even stop her from speaking or informing them as to what happened to her." "Are you this eager to use your voodoo?" Leonardo asked. "This is a very dumb idea, but whatever. Do what you want to do, just make sure that it won't ruin anything." "I am sure that it won't!" she said, grinning. "I can finally try what I learned. And I am certain that I can do it on her. I'll gladly make her suffer just cause."

“I, uh, I think it might. Sorry.” “No, see, that’s what I thought, too, but then I realised something. Without you, Alpha Ryker can’t become the Lycan King.” He snorted. “That sounds so stupid anyway. Regardless, though – that’s the whole point of this voodoo, witchy-woo-woo nonsense, right?” I almost smiled. “I’m guessing you mean the prophecy, Edgar Allen Poe.” “Edgar would never use such nonsensical language. I’ll take Lewis Carroll, though.”

Asking Nancy for a favor regarding Vodu Worms was naturally an easy task. Penta-sun Doyen panicked the moment he heard about Vodu spells and forgot all about his tricks. Martial practitioners like him had heard too much about the Vodu spells of Southdeure’s Vodu Tribe. It was terrorizing. Since he had heard of it too, it was only a matter of course that he feared the practice. As an Admiralporium member, Felicity had also heard of Vodu spells and could not help the shudder that ran through her. “I agree to all your conditions as long as you don’t put any Vodu Worm in me!” Penta-sun Doyen promised frantically.

The witch questioned as she turned to me. “I have but I didn't think too much into it" I murmured honestly. I wanted to know where this was going. “How do we know you're not just messing with our heads with your voodoo magic? You witches always have a few tricks up your sleeves" Damian uttered, turning her attention back to him and she smiled before reaching out to touch his face.

“Is it from Harry Potter?” A split-second look that’s half-impatient and half-disgusted passes over Ms. Perfect’s face. They’ve been going back and forth over her Double Vision Board for more than a month now. “What? Noooo. It’s a quote Sigmund Freud used in the beginning of his book The Interpretation of Dreams. It translates to: 'If I cannot deflect the will of heaven, then I shall move hell.'”

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.