Fantasy Romance Book Quotes Quotes

“He kissed me as if I were air and he couldn’t get enough. He kissed me like wildfire, consuming everything in its path. He kissed me as though I were the last drop of blood in the world, the only thing that could ever sate his hunger.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“In my dreams, she wanted me just as much as I wanted her.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Fucking shirtless again. Of course he was. Cocky, egotistical asshole.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Florence was staring at me. I wanted to look away from those soft, gentle eyes but I didn’t.

“Medra,” she said. “Sometimes the problem is that we don’t see ourselves the way others do.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Part of me feared his desire. It was as dark and as deep as a void. If I let him, Blake Drakharrow might just swallow me whole. Devour me like a dragon.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“That day, Cyrus had learned cowardice was a luxury.
Only the priviledged few could afford to run away, to lock their doors and close their eyes to ugliness. The rest lived in homes without doors to lock, looked through eyes without lids to shut. They confronted the dark even as their hearts trembled, as their souls shook--for even strangled by fear, there was no choice but to endure.
No one would be along to slay their demons.”
― Tahereh Mafi, All This Twisted Glory

“The thing about vengeance is this: you have to be alive to get it.”
― Alina Bellchambers, The Order of Masks

“A shadow darted between me and Kiernan, knocking me backwards.

“I thought I told you to keep your fucking hands off her,” Blake snarled. I hadn’t even seen him arrive. He’d come out of nowhere. “You are not to taste her. She is mine.”
― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“She was not in a castle. She was not at a ball. There was no girl, no sister, no prince. There was just her, alone in this bathroom, the tile planted firmly beneath her feet.
She could smell the lavender.”
― Isabella Stofka, Curses of Lavender

“But you bring the fire. You make even the darkness shine. Even dragon fire can’t compete with the way you burn, Pendragon.”
― Briar Boleyn, The Bond That Burns

“Trying to change the terms of our arrangement, are we? Well, if you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask. I'm not shy.”
― Briar Boleyn, The Bond That Burns

“Do you remember when you told me you were powerless? Look at you now, Veyka. You are no longer the Queen of Secrets. You are Queen of the Void. Queen of this realm, and every realm, should you desire it.” I watched her as I spoke, the words pouring out of me easier with every syllable. A crash sounded from the direction of the rift, and I was aware of another wave of elementals crashing through it, heard Elora’s voice in the background. But every sense was tuned to Veyka—the scent of her exhaustion, the tangible crackle of her magic against my skin. She glowed brighter with every heartbeat as I went on:
“The entire world is at your fingertips. Worlds that I cannot even imagine, beyond what the rest of us can see and hear and dream. Immortal? No, not next to you. You are not the elemental queen, or the void queen. You are an Ancestors-damned goddess. And after this, everyone in Annwyn will know it.”
― Emberly Ash, Queen of Blood and Vengeance

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― Briar Boleyn, On Wings of Blood

“Your leg hurts?” He asked politely, but I was beyond confused by his behavior.
“Your head hurts?” I asked him.
“What?” He looked as puzzled as he sounded. I almost laughed, but kept my cool.
“Why haven’t you killed me yet?”
“Oh, I will,” he said, and stretched his neck and shoulders on both sides. I could hear the sound of his bones cracking, and I could tell it felt good. Then suddenly his face grew serious and he looked at me with those predatory eyes, and whispered, “In a while.”
― Devanshi Sehra, The Smitten Sky: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Fantasy Romance

“They came in the night, the black and red horde. They burned down my castle, put my kin to the sword. The usurper was crowned, though my blood had not dried. But he did not account for the turn of the tide. For nothing is safe, and nothing is free. Debt follows all men, no matter their plea. When the Shepherd returns, a new day shall ring. Death to the Rowans. Long live the King.”
― Rachel Gillig, One Dark Window

“Everyone bears scars; some are just more visible than others.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“If I fail her... I'll welcome the torment. It would be no less than I deserve.”
― Kayla Cunningham

“Dancing with time is like dancing with fire; too close and you may get burned, too far and you lose its warmth.”
― Thalia Gearhart in "The Pendulum's Prophecy"

“De waarde van haar leven lag in de verbinding met hen van wie ze hield en in de woorden die onuitgesproken bleven omdat één blik genoeg was. Het lag in de gesprekken die tot diep in de nacht doorgingen en in de handen die elkaar
halsstarrig hadden vastgehouden in momenten van kwetsbaarheid. Ja, geluk was gedeelde liefde. Liefde waar zij voor gekozen had.”
― Merel Godelieve, De laatste ravendochter

“I think fixing things counts as art. There's something beautiful about having enough patience and compassion to mend, rather than simply replace.”
― LJR Skylerman, What Lorkan Is: Book One In The 'Blue Blood' Trilogy

“They’re already married! It’s too late for them to fall in love now!”
― Farhana Uddin, Secret Society of Kings, Witches and Spirits

“Elara gently took Declan's hands, her gaze locking onto the warmth in his brown eyes. "Declan," she began, her voice soft but firm, "Je promets- I promise to love you with the strength of my magick, a force as wild and untamed as the bayou itself. I will guide you with the wisdom of my ancêtres- the old ones who watch over us, their spirits woven into the very fabric of our heritage. And mon loup, I promise to warm you with the fire of my âme- my very soul, a flame that will burn for you toujours- always and forever.”
― Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

“Declan's voice, thick with emotion, tightened as his hands found Elara's. He cleared his throat, the sound raspy with feeling. "Mon sorcière," he began, his eyes locking with hers, "Je promets- I promise to love you with the loyalty of ma meute- my pack. To cherish you with the tenderness in mon cœur- my heart… it beats only for you, Ma Sorcière. And I swear to protect you with every fiber of my being, jusqu'à mon dernier souffle- until my last breath. 'Cause you're more précieux- precious to me than the bayou itself.”
― Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

“His eyes held mine like a spell I couldn’t break, and my chest tightened. It was hard to breathe with him looking at me like that.”
― Christine Linwood, Only in Moonlight

“It’s not that I want to protect you, Flora. That would imply I want to see you in danger so as to have the satisfaction of being protector. Nothing could be further from the truth. But when I see you under attack, I find it impossible to simply stand by. Call yourself my bodyguard if you wish—it won’t change a thing.”
― Deborah Grace White, Ties of Dust: Tethered Hearts

“They’ll hurt you to get to me. They’ll kill you. And I’m very much afraid I’d start a war just to prevent it.” -Cassius”
― Deborah Grace White, Ties of Dust

“If she had magic, she'd imagine it being aesthetically pleasing, in the least. But what she saw was intimidating. She looked at herself in the full-height mirror in her bedroom. Scary and sexy - those were the adjectives she could best come up with in this turn of events.”
― Celine Blackwood

“He had a violent kind of beauty, one that promised pain wrapped in pleasure.”
― G.V. Hext, The Vatra Witch: Book One The Lost Souls of Eraphon Series

“Power in the Catalogue is imagination, Emerson. The ability to create. Not destroy. The Librarian who opens doors to other worlds—new ideas and possibilities—that person moves mountains. I would go so far as to say that person could rearrange the stars in the sky out there.”
― Amelia Spencer, Fracture

“Have you seen what you needed to see? My sister is the best keeper of the Library’s secrets. She kept mine, and she kept Iris Blackwell’s too because, even if it meant that you hated her, she never wanted you to know who your mother really was. Iris Blackwell was no martyr. She was a vicious woman who turned on her best friend because her thirst for power was so all-consuming it finally devoured her too.”
― Amelia Spencer, Blood and Birthright