Horror Fantasy Quotes

“Melody began to mumble incomprehensibly under her breath as she worked frantically on securing her most important papers into bankers boxes.
Her father stomped into her room, eating a banana.
Melody looked up at him with a sweaty and nauseated look on her face. “What are you tramping around so heavily about?” she asked him.
Bernie finished the last of the banana, and then held the peel in his hand as though it were a washcloth he had just found on the floor of a gym locker room.
Melody pointed to her trashcan with her eyes.
“I make an insane amount of noise when I approach you, because you once yelled at me claiming that I was 'sneaking up on you',” Bernie replied, using finger quotes on the last phrase. “That kind of treatment stays with a guy.”
Melody shook her head. Her father knew how much she hated finger quotes. Why he insisted on using them was beyond her. “I was five at the time”, she said.
“Ah,” Bernie said, with a knowing grin on his face. “The angry period.”
― B.M.B. Johnson, Melody Jackson v. the Hound from Hell It happened on Lafayette Street Season One

“What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“You can’t get the blood out.”
― Steven Ramirez, Tell Me When I'm Dead

“Bury me, my love, and take a lock of my hair with you. Carry me through the centuries. I think I'd like to share, just a little, in what immortality is like.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“Snow came back, but she didn't come back right.”
― Rob E. Boley, That Risen Snow: Snow White & Zombies

“Magic is a naughty beast.”
― Rob E. Boley, That Wicked Apple: Snow White & Even More Zombies

“The child was a boy – beautiful in the face, with a great mop of silky black hair. He was perfectly formed, but there was something attached to his back. Estelle gasped with horror when she discovered the baby had black, leathery wings, like those of a bat, neatly folded on his back.
The Fae did not have wings!
Somewhere she had heard that they used to have – long ago. Maybe her child was a throwback? But what would her father think of a baby with wings? She tried again to call Griff, to tell him his child was born.
There was a terrible sharp pain in her head, then a fierce whisper that seemed to fill her mind. ‘Don't call HIM! I forbid you to call HIM ever!’
The child's eyes had opened.
They were beautiful Faen eyes – an impossible colour of violet-black and much too intelligent for a new-born baby.
Worse than that – they were evil!”
― Bernie Morris, The Fury of the Fae

“For the rest of my life, a different me will pick up this book again and again, read every page and never feel as if I've ever finished it because I myself am never finished”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Burnt Tongues

“Sink white fangs in the throat of Life,
Lap up the red that gushes
In the cold dark gloom of the bare black stones,
In the gorge where the black wind rushes.
Slink where the titan boulders poise
And the chasms grind thereunder,
Over the mountains black and bare
In the teeth of the brooding thunder.
Why should we wish for the fertile fields,
Valley and crystal fountain?
This is our doom--the hunger-trail,
The wolf and the storm-stalked mountain.
Over us stalk the bellowing gods
Where the dusk and the twilight sever;
Under their iron goatish hoofs
They crunch our skulls forever.
Mercy and hope and pity--all,
Bubbles the black crags sunder;
Hunger is all the gods have left
And the death that lurks thereunder.
Glut mad fangs in the blood of Life
To slake the thirst past sating,
Before the blind worms mouth our bones
And the vulture's beak is grating.”
― Robert E. Howard, The Horror Stories of Robert E. Howard

“You're young, unschooled in the ways of love. Love is violence, my darling; it is a thunderstorm that tears apart your world. More often than not, love ends in tragedy, but we go on loving in the hope that this time, it will be different. This time, the beloved will understand us. They will not try to flee from our embrace, or become discontent with us.”
― S.T. Gibson, A Dowry of Blood

“By this unhinged craziness - I sing praises to dead rabbits. Embodied by the craven of sin, their whispers exist in me. No dawn can avert me, just leave me here in this forbidding place. All I want is this noesis to leave me on this crest of soaring Alps. The bliss of this nameless nightmare will make me dwell on its snow-covered form. All I can discern are gateways leading into the deepest frozen infernos. None of them are willing to torment me - as I am already disturbed. Is this the stead where God has died? It seems to be fervently so. No Moon has ascended here - only a pallid eye-like sun was staring down at me. Only this bitter cold shows me a real horror - a dreadful worry that no monster has to reside in it. Vacancy has made the surrounding atmosphere eerily still. All there was, was a weak hum of a chirping bird whistling in the obscurity. Every Tree was massless - nameless - shapeless confined to hostile spaces that grew ahead. This aeonian, a limitless eternity of interminable suffering, has a beckon to endure fourth. Indignant cries erupt from my flaccid throat - sounding for a sob that someone can hear. All there was a deafening hush, with that ominous bird tweeting in the distance; so I believed. Within a moment, a rumbling of a devastating howl was booming and crashing directly in front of me. It was indeed not a wolf, for this was something far more malicious than any canine species. I could not perceive it with my naked eyes, for it was just another aspect of the void that can not be witnessed. Its presence did not want to be detected, it just desired for me to know its existence is here. Inconceivably, I was not able to go face-to-face with this utterly horrific thing that was invisible before me. O’ the great madness and fright was ravaging me, rendering me psychotic and deranged. Discordantly, this nemesis splendor was starting to manifest its fondness for my presence. Barren and bleak when it invoked its cryptic witchcraft, withering away my insecurities to be frightened. The bottomless pit was eager for me to be eternal, wanting to enthrone my image as the coming Lucifer. I was conceived to become the supreme embodiment of blasphemy for the emergence of hell itself. My inner consciousness was being Plunged by the menacing screaming, as my hearing was being bombarded by piercing sounds of a violin shrieking. The God-awful screech of these horribly shrill screams where just the roar of hysterical laughter. Chaos - O’ that glorious disarray - I was condemned to be impelled with an absurd compulsion for madness.”
― D.L. Lewis

“Within these pages, secrets whisper and shadows dance. A world both familiar and unsettling awaits, where every turn of the page brings you closer to the heart of the mystery..”
― King Payne, Ancient

“And here she was, laid out beside a demon, her body and soul freely given up to it as a sacrifice for the sake of a childhood dream. Apples never fall far from the tree, as they say, and Anna understood the saying a little more. This was her choice, wasn’t it? This was her hellish dream, her selfish wish for love. She wanted Ezra, my god she wanted him. Yet as she lay beside him in the stillness, in some strange bed, in some faraway place, her desire seemed more and more like hatred.”
― A.Wyne

“And here she was, laid out beside a demon, her body and soul freely given up to it as a sacrifice for the sake of a childhood dream. Apples never fall far from the tree, as they say, and Anna understood the saying a little more. This was her choice, wasn’t it? This was her hellish dream, her selfish wish for love. She wanted Ezra, my god she wanted him. Yet as she lay beside him in the stillness, in some strange bed, in some faraway place, her desire seemed more and more like hatred.”
― A. Wyne, Lover's Oath

“Don’t look behind us,” he said. “No matter what you hear.” But I did. I looked anyway. And now it’s coming. Closer. Too close.”
― Poheli Author, Lust Marked: The beginning of the End

“There’s a black hole in my head, deep inside, slowly swallowing my hopes. My heart hits my chest hard as if it will break my ribs and rip apart my skin. I lock eyes with my son, who glares vehemently at me. I knew this would be my last moment realizing the nothingness is now my existence. Then suddenly, the world slowly disappears in front of me. Closing my eyes, I breathe short pants, feeling numb as tears gather behind my eyes.”
― Christine M. Germain, The Stone the Curse of Mastema

“Thus had the giants come, fathered of bestial humans and mothered of monsters.”
― William Hodgenson

“And from The Country Whence Comes The Great Laughter, the Laughter sounded constant … as it were an uncomfortable and heart-shaking voice-thunder rolling thence over the Lands, out from the unknown East. And the Pit of the Red Smoke filled all the Deep Valley with redness, so that the smoke rose above the edge, and hid the bases of the Towers upon the far side.”
― William Hope Hodgson Hope Hodgson

“I look back into the mirror at myself and
suppress a shudder. They took her from me
and they killed her. They killed me.”
― Gabrie'L' Clark, Her Heart Of Lightning: Book One

“There’s radiation in the walls of our apartment building, at least that’s what Buzz tells me.”
― William Pauley III, The Tower

“The radiation from the walls continues to soak into our skin, and we glow happily and beautifully until the moment we all step down into our graves.”
― William Pauley III, The Tower

“How curious is this home, our tower?”
― William Pauley III, The Tower

“In the depths of hell, where darkness reigns,
Lies a being feared by all, Pandemonic Satanica is his name. He is the master of the underworld,
A force to be reckoned with, an entity unfurled.

His power is unmatched, his darkness unyielding,
He is the embodiment of all that is evil and unfeeling. His followers worship him, with fervor and zeal, For they know that his power is absolute, and his will is real.

Pandemonic Satanica, the lord of the abyss,
His power cannot be denied, nor can it be dismissed. His followers revel in his dark embrace, For they know that they are protected by his grace.

To the uninitiated, he may seem like a monster,
But to his followers, he is a savior, a redeemer.
He offers them power, and eternal life,
And they willingly give themselves to his strife.

His evil is all-encompassing, his darkness unrelenting, But those who follow him find his embrace comforting. For they know that in his clutches, they are safe, And that his power will protect them from all that is base.

So hail Pandemonic Satanica, the lord of all that is dark, He is the master of the underworld, and his power leaves a mark. His followers are devoted, and they will never waver, For they know that in his dark embrace, they will find their savior.

They call him the Prince of Darkness, the Lord of the Pit, And in his realm, he commands respect, and none dare to quit. His power is absolute, his rule is supreme, And those who oppose him, will find their end in a dream.

For Pandemonic Satanica, is the embodiment of all that is evil, And his followers embrace that darkness, for in it, they find a sense of upheaval. They revel in the chaos, the destruction, the mayhem, And they know that in his name, they can achieve their ultimate aim.

To the uninitiated, he is a horror, a terror beyond compare, But those who follow him, see in him, a god, a deity, a force to bear. They worship him with passion, with devotion, with love, And they know that in his name, they will rise above.

So let us hail Pandemonic Satanica, the king of the damned, For in his presence, we are strong, and in his embrace, we are calm. His power is absolute, his darkness unyielding, And in his name, we find solace, and our souls are healed.

For in the dark embrace of Pandemonic Satanica,
We find a sense of purpose, a sense of belonging, a sense of euphoria. And we know that in his realm, we are safe, For his power will protect us, and his darkness will keep us brave.”
― D.L. Lewis

“Every now and then I come to the realization that the light only darkens this room."
-Birds On The Walls”
― FinPoet

“Tomorrow I will be reincarnated as the sun, and when I die the birds will migrate north and the world will be cold," —Birds On The Wall”
― FinPoet

“If a tree fell alone in the woods and no one was around to hear it, did it really make a sound?
She was certain, then, that her scream went unheard.”
― Ashton Morgan, De Novo

“In Joe's opinion, you never went wrong telling a woman she had a lovely name.”
― Liz Tuckwell, Moonsleep and Other Stories

“...perhaps that was where reality began, and I was the one trapped in an uneven, unending dream.”
― Isabel Cañas, The Hacienda

“There is a reason the hunt is central to so many narratives. For all that humanity professes to delighting in its own sophistication, it longs for simplicity, for when the world can be deboned into binaries: darkness and light, death and life, hunter and hunted.”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy”
― Cassandra Khaw, The Salt Grows Heavy

“Forgiveness comes from within. If you have said and done things for which you cannot forgive yourself, then surely you are already judged. Why do you need God or anyone else to confirm what you already know? For the life of me, I cannot understand what nonsense goes through the heads of you mortals."
'Iblīs threw up his hands in annoyance, then turned and, muttering to himself, moved on.”
― Michael McGinty, My Digital Soul