Voodoo Quotes Novels & Stories

“This fuego (fire) is not just yours. It is my mother’s, and her mother’s, all the way back to the women who walked through fire to cross the Rio Grande. Cuidado, mija (Be careful, my daughter). The flame listens. It hungers.” A shadow passed overhead. I glanced up. A crow perched in the skeletal branches of a live oak, its head cocked unnaturally to one side. One eye glinted gold, the other milky white—a veve (voodoo symbol) carved into the bark beneath its talons. Dragon shifted behind us, boots scuffing gravel. When I looked over, his smirk had vanished. He stared at the bracelet, eyes narrowed, as though it were something to be feared.

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?”

“That sounds a bit like Voodoo to me.” “It’s not,” said Roo and Curtis at the same time. “Controlling the dead, reanimation. That’s the dark portion of Voudon,” said Roo, his voice trembling with barely controlled anger. “That’s what Papa Nightmare does. I don’t know what Curtis is doing.”

“You should have seen your face. I wish I’d taken a picture.” I frowned. Something was definitely wrong with this girl. I couldn’t believe I had believed her so easily. I mean, surely if someone could make someone vanish, kill another person’s cat and slash a teachers tires, there was no way they would still remain a student at this school. “Ha ha, very funny,” I said, regretting my decision to stop and talk to her. “But he’s really dangerous though,” she said with her mouth filled with food. “And you crossed him. But in case you need help, come to me and I’ll help you with my voodoo magic.”

I think I know this one; it’s Colorado by Zugo. “I love this song!” I shrieked, taking her hand in mine and swaying. “Don’t disappoint me…” My father’s stern voice as a kid echoed. His mantra. For a while, I worked with it. Perfection. Never any failures. Not tonight. **** “What’s the word those vape kids use? Lit.” “Oh God, don’t say that again.” Bella gagged, spitting the entire water out of her mouth. I guggled some down my throat and then tossed the bottle aside. We were back to the bar with drinks, away from the music.

, he barked, “Last I remember, you did not give me enough time to explain myself before you started throwing balls of fire at me…” “You deserve all of it”, she shot back at him. Iris, Edgar and Dylan looked on. “Oh really?” “Yes really!” “So that is why you thought it wise to push the tree on me with your voodoo...”, he said. “I wish it killed you!”, she retorted harshly.

"Yeah, he's my real-life hero." Quade hummed and his playful grin morphed into something a little more sinister, "I'm not much of a fan of heroes. I've always told my girl, it's the villain that will burn down the world for you, damn the consequences." "That's a bit extreme." Quade shrugged, "Sometimes people need to feel an extreme kind of love." Victor glowered at Quade. This time he didn't ask for my hand, he took it and weaved our fingers together before baring his teeth as his friend.

Vladimir echo "𝘛𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵" I muse,stepping out and don't miss Asher cocking his head.

Quinn took a deep breath and said, “Madam Snake, when you told me that I possessed the Divine Voodoo Physique and was born a Silent Creek Saintess who's most suited to practice the voodoo craft, I started thinking about it. I've decided that I want to cultivate in this craft!” “Is this because of that man in your heart?” Madam Snake gave her a complicated look and continued, “I have to warn you that cultivating in voodoo craft means that you’ll be spending a lot of time with the voodoo bugs. Your face might end up getting disfigured, and you’ll turn into a monster like me. “Aren’t you afraid of that?” “No, I’m not, Madam Snake!” Quinn’s eyes turned red as she said, “When I was young, I made

“We weren’t bred for this.” It was Kofi who broke the silence. He stood off to the side, massive arms folded across his barrel chest, a cigarette hanging from his lips, smoke curling in the cold air. He took a drag, exhaled, and shook his head. “There’s still magic in the world,” he rumbled, his voice deep as rolling thunder. “Old magic. My people call it voodoo. Some use it for healing, for light. Others twist it dark, turn it cruel. It’s not dead, it just lives quiet. I don’t mess with it.”