Horror Romance Quotes

“Wow. The guy can make me feel stupid even when he's telling me I don't have to let him make me feel stupid.”
― Kelley Armstrong, The Summoning

“The villains were always ugly in books and movies. Necessarily so, it seemed. Because if they were attractive—if their looks matched their charm and their cunning—they wouldn't only be dangerous.

They would be irresistible.”
― Nenia Campbell, Horrorscape

“Your truths are worse than your lies.”
― Richelle Mead, Succubus Shadows

“She was young and very beautiful, but pale, like the grey pallor of death.”
― Bram Stoker, The Lady of the Shroud

“For a moment, I’m captivated. He’s seducing me with his eyes. A nervous flutter swims through my stomach. I can feel my heartbeat in my throat. Pounding. Constricting. I swallow hard.”
― Lauren Hammond, A Whisper To A Scream

“You’re Hell’s little whore, aren’t you?”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“I want you. Irrevocably.”
― Harley Laroux, Her Soul to Take

“Maybe I’m stupid. Maybe I’m just as evil as he is by keeping my mouth shut. But he told me once that I was different. And I can’t help but hope that me being different is the one thing in this world that can save him from what he fears the most…Himself.”
― Lauren Hammond, A Whisper To A Scream

“His voice was like ice, cold and unforgiving, which was like hearing a different Draven altogether. Here he wasn't my Draven, soft and gentle. NO, here he was the Master, here he was the one in control... here, he was a God!”
― Stephanie Hudson, The Two Kings

“ An intriguing world where vampires rule, only the strongest survive, and romance offers hope in the darkest hours.”
― Rachel Caine, Ghost Town

“I wondered – would a bullet through my temple actually kill me or just leave a really big mess for me to clean up? (Jacob)”
― Stephenie Meyer, Breaking Dawn

“The princess of perverted plants and the demented vampire have come to join us! How absolutely thrilling!”
― Nina Bangs, My Wicked Vampire

“Horror waits in the shadows, even when you are closing your eyes.”
― Melissa D. Ellis

“Todos tenemos derecho a vivir una gran historia de amor.”
― Sandra Becerril, Valle de fuego

“Escribo terror porque las historias dieron voz a mis miedos. Los misterios dieron sentido a mis letras. El horror me llena de motivos. Por eso escribo historias para exaltar la imaginación. ¿Cómo no voy a dedicarle mis días si el terror me salvó de la vida?”
― Sandra Becerril

“No one told me about her. About women like her. Women who would presume to enter another woman’s life and place herself in front of another woman’s husband. And when that man was at his weakest, she slipped in. Her red hair, those goddamn red pieces of hair, trailed behind her as she walked. Not like a cape, or the train on a wedding dress. Like matter. As though she released a toxin into the atmosphere and the runoff leaked behind her, caught the air, and wafted under my husband’s nose. Poison. Poison that seeped into his senses and took them over until all he could see was her. All he could taste was her. Everything was about her. Everything. About her.”
― Kimberly Stedronsky Adams, About Her

“Matt- ‘If you run from me, I will get you; but you know that I love you! Do not stray away because if you do, I will nail every one of your toes and wrists to this tree right here, and you can hang from it, in the air, and you can think about what you did wrong- my baby.’ He said- (In a spineless, bone-chilling, creeper voice!) Matt- ‘Truly, I will do it, and you will be awake to see it all, as well as feel it go through one by one, and swing by hammering swing. You see all of these corroded nine-inch nails there for you- my baby!’ He said- (I did not think his voice could get any creepier, however, it did! As he was showing me the hammer and nails. He was utterly insane and mad.)”
― Marcel Ray Duriez, Nevaeh Struggle with Affections

“We blended and look to what it has brought us.
I planted lilies on your grave. The rain is already splattering them with dripping dew.
May they last another hundred years, Gerard.
A hundred years of lilies.”
― Carmen Dominique Taxer, Blood Expanse

“Father and the child were no longer speaking, but they sat together in silence. The child was at his feet, and he sat, up in his throne, his eyes on the sky as well.
It made her smile. They existed beneath the same stretch of stars. They loved the same night blanket above them.
She looked at him, taking the opportunity to relish in his distraction to study him, his midnight hair, his pale body, only barely covered by the cloak, the fur of it distractingly like his hair, his lips just parted enough that his fangs were visible, his deep violet eyes, his long, elegant fingers, stroking the…
She swallowed back pain that rose up her throat as she watched Father stroking the boy’s hair. Sitting together like that, the similarities between them were bewitching. She frowned, glancing once, disdainfully at the wavy-haired child with the slanted green eyes, walking to her Father’s throne and bending her knee in a bow.
There was a sound like a chuckle, and she looked up at him. He was smiling at her. It warmed the quiet cold in her chest.
“Come,” he said in his sonorous voice, and the darkness whispered with it, a thousand voices in varying degrees of age, gender, depth and lifted sweetness, all speaking together. She moved closer to him, sitting where his arm wound around her shoulder, fitting them together like childish toy blocks.”
― Carmen Dominique Taxer, Blood Deluge

“Ida tried not to sigh.
“What do you think of your husband?” he asked.
“He was rather short,” Ida said without thinking. When Aubrey didn’t respond, she thought that maybe she ought to elaborate and she said, “And beardy.”
That was as much as she could remember of him in the midst of the chaotic events. He was short, bearded, quiet. But mostly short.
“He used to be an officer,” Aubrey said.
“So I have been told,” Ida tried, again, to keep the cheek from her voice though she was quite certain that she was failing.
“In the Varangian army,” Aubrey continued.
She resisted the urge to comment on how she didn’t care.”
― Carmen Dominique Taxer, Blood Pearl

“Dmitri’s nerves calmed as he walked through the hedgerow maze, easily finding his way to the centre, sitting awhile.
He had walked the grounds three times, before he finally went into the graveyard, looking for Sveta’s grave. It was easy to find. Easier since he had been to it every night since her passing. When he closed his eyes, he could still see her, strawberry hair blowing in the afternoon autumn wind, face flushed with laughter, eyes sparkling.
She’d been a plain girl too. But she’d loved him.”
― Carmen Dominique Taxer, Blood Pearl

“Matthew licked the fright induced sweat from his victim’s temple then bit a quarter sized piece of flesh from her right cheek as she flayed wildly under him.”
― Howard Dunkley, The EF76 Strain: The Complete Narrative

“Alone was a dangerous status in Horror Zone.”
― C. Rae D'Arc, Don't Date the Haunted

“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

“The deceased paid close attention to the manners of the living. If the living were polite and respectful, the spirits participated in the séance; if the living behaved badly, the dead didn’t bother showing up.”
― Deborah McTiernan, Lilly Noble & Actual Magic

“Lilly closed her fist over the pendant to block out the sound. She wanted to toss the thing into the sea, but it had belonged to her mother, and her father said its luck would keep her safe while she was far away from home. Lilly decided she could use all the luck she could get, even if it came in the form of a creepy locket.”
― Deborah McTiernan

“Queen Sanubar's eerie voice resonated like a haunting chant. "There are only two kinds of people who shift their eyes and evade a direct gaze," she intoned, each word hanging heavy in the air like a foreboding prophecy. As if ensnared by a malevolent force, Princess Mehjabeen's breath constricted in her throat, her racing heart echoing the cadence of her fear. The queen, akin to a ghostly predator, circled her, tightening the invisible noose.
With an unwavering gaze, Queen Sanubar came to an abrupt halt before the trembling princess. Her eyes seemed to pierce through flesh and bone, laying bare the princess's innermost secrets. She continued, her words striking like bolts of spectral lightning, "Is it someone attempting to conceal a falsehood in the shadows, or perhaps someone attempting to shroud a forbidden love in the darkness?”
― Haala Humayun, The Legend of Tilsim Hoshruba

“*(We) All are & everything is a Single Everlasting Entity.(We = 1 = ∞)”
― Regulus Draak, Dark Souls: A Thrilling Ride to the Brink of Chaos

“Tickled Ink was her local indie bookstore in Brooklyn and was perhaps Rosemary's favorite place on earth, aside from her writing beanbag chair. Thanks to Max, both the horror and romance sections--- the two most important sections of a bookstore, if you asked Rosemary--- were exceptionally well curated.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Love at First Fright

“You are not delicate prey, Cassandra. You are vicious, and strong. You are mine. As I am yours.”
― Delilah Thorne, Our Monstrous Hearts