Monster Love Quotes

“A Hunt and an Oliver together? How very Romeo and Juliet.”
― Vanessa Len, Only a Monster

“Don't look at them. Look at me."

-Aaron Oliver”
― Vanessa Len, Only a Monster

“What am I?” Joan whispered.
“I don’t know,” Aaron said. “All I know is that if you undo the massacre, you can’t ever meet me. You can’t ever trust me. I won’t know. I won’t remember what-” He cut himself off. Then he ground out. “I won’t remember what you mean to me.”
― Vanessa Len, Only a Monster

“He was too perfect. Too stunningly beautiful to really look human. He looked more like what an artist would picture the perfect human to look like.”
― Lily Mayne, Moth

“I could see the pride in his eyes, directed solely at me, and for some reason it felt like I'd been waiting to see that look for my entire life”
― Lily Mayne, Gloam

“The more you repress something, the stronger that desire is fueled.”
― Anita Zara, The Maid's Secret

“You're a hero and I'm a monster. There's only one way that story ever ends.”
― Vanessa Len, Only a Monster

“Why does him touching me always mess with my head? I liked it better when I thought he was gay.”
― Kristy Cunning, Gypsy Origins

“You are my greatest weakness—not my true name, or my compulsion I can be put under. But you are the one I gladly carry”
― Lily Mayne

“You are his salvation, Lilac the human. If anyone can get him out of that cage for good, it will be you”
― Lily Mayne, Seraph

“A person who can't travel isn't a monster."

"Is that what you say about Olivers who can't?"

"An Oliver who can't travel is an oxymoron.”
― Vanessa Len, Only a Monster

“He is my quarry, my partner, my love.”
― Anna Fury, Hunt the Wood

“That happened a lot around Ophelia—strange, inexplicable sensations in my chest that I should probably have examined by a healer. But then they might fix them, and I wasn’t sure I wanted these strange sensations to go away.”
― Colette Rhodes, Luxuria

“Power beyond words lurked in the beast’s gaze, a magnetic force that ensnared my vision. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the creature. Its serpentine tongue crept out, moist and glistening. Circling and circling and circling. I rolled my hips in tune, and an ungloved thumb caressed the sensitive nub. My mouth stretched into a silent scream, covered by a writhing tentacle.”
― Anita Zara, The Maid's Secret

“My curiosity aroused, I flipped to another page. 蛸と海女: Tako to Ama, trans. ‘The Dream of the Fisherman’s Wife.’ Head thrown back, eyes closed, a nude woman lay sprawled ashore. Her brows creased in anguish and ecstasy. As she was pleasured by a large octopus.

No, octopi. I trailed a finger along the suctioned underside of the creature’s appendage to her breast where a smaller octopus latched onto. The painting might’ve been unmoving, but it held an animated quality. The woman writhing on the shore; the fluid movements of the sea creatures as the trio derived mutual pleasure from their strange encounter. Their visceral desire seeped through the page, and I was but a voyeur.”
― Anita Zara, The Maid's Secret

“The Night When Fear Strays by Stewart Stafford

Each Hallowtide, all monstrous shapes do quail,
No balm for wounded wretches feeling frail,
Spectators as charlatan mortals filch frights,
Appropriated skins on haunted nights.

With bonfire’s glow ablaze in dauntless eyes,
Children’s fun quelled by strangest sighs,
A hulking shape, once fierce, wails tainted,
Its fearful gaze in phantom mists attainted.

Small, tender hands caressed its sodden fur,
A trembling growl betrayed its lonesome blur,
“Peace, gentle shade, what sorrow stirs unfed?”
“November’s dawn shall call me home,” it said.

Their kindly-shared oat cakes eased its pangs,
A webbed claw from veiled night to munching fangs,
It feasted with a hunger born of striven years alone,
Stroked the child’s cheek for the kindness shown.

When parents called, it whispered, soft and torn,
“At midnight’s knell, this thicket heralds morn—
Go, kindred babes, I’ll linger in this glade.
Each Halloween, I’ll mourn my fear remade.”

© 2025, Stewart Stafford. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford