The Black God growled low in his chest, an inhuman sound.
She inched away at the inhuman tone.
Jenn snorted, wondering how she explained there was only one vamp in an entire organization of inhuman blood suckers that gave her the creeps.
No human's eyes glowed red, and their inhuman growls as she passed resembled those of animals.
His growl was inhuman, a warning she didn't heed.
"Tell me, Seer, what do you See?" he rasped in the inhuman voice.
She tried to turn away, but the smell filled her senses with inhuman hunger and desperation.
Need was thick in her body, an inhuman craving she knew now how to satisfy.
She'd never in her life wanted a tattoo, but to have some blood-sucking, shape changing, ill-tempered, inhuman beast's name on her neck was infuriating!
Both inched toward her, the inhuman growling filling the hall.
Losing the battle with his lust, he let out an inhuman growl and bit into her neck.
The angel moved with inhuman speed as he sprinted and dived through the portal ahead of Rhyn, disappearing.
His scream was inhuman even to his ears.
Memon snapped into action, moving across the chamber with inhuman speed.
Memon tossed his head back, roaring in the demon's inhuman voice,
Tall and lanky, Jonny didn't look like some sort of inhuman creature.
She had two days to steal a necklace from an inhuman creature capable of tracking her down after she did.
Then the army under Alva's son, Don Frederick of Toledo, marched northwards, and the sack of Zutphen and the inhuman butchery of Naarden are among the blackest records of history.
A petition for a divorce may be presented after a residence within the state of one year immediately preceding, and a decree may be granted against the defendant if judged guilty of adultery, desertion for two years without reasonable cause, habitual drunkenness, such inhuman treatment as to endanger the life of the plaintiff, or if convicted of felony after marriage.
At length the inhuman miscreant Mahmtid died, at the early age of twenty-seven, on the 22nd of April 1725.
Their inhuman disposition, and inhospitable treatment of foreigners, especially impressed him.
Princess Mary hastily wiped away her tears, went resolutely up to Mademoiselle Bourienne, and evidently unconscious of what she was doing began shouting in angry haste at the Frenchwoman, her voice breaking: "It's horrible, vile, inhuman, to take advantage of the weakness..."
And he fell back into that artificial realm of imaginary greatness, and again--as a horse walking a treadmill thinks it is doing something for itself--he submissively fulfilled the cruel, sad, gloomy, and inhuman role predestined for him.