Supernatural Romance Quotes

“Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely, they could never die? To give them more than just your heart or your soul? What if you could give then the miracle of immortality?”
― Kellie Thacker, Grace

“I don't force women to my bed, Danica." I shivered. Something about going back to the use of my full name had my skin tight, my breath bated at the sight of his feral grin. "They come willingly, and begging."
"And is that something you want?" I was playing a dangerous game, egging on an actual dragon. A lesser shifter would have pounced on the teasing, the taunting between us, long ago. Not Ryker; he had all the time and patience in the world to play the games I'd been playing with him.
"I can unveil the mark tonight if you want, but we both know it's already there between us. Everything after that can come as slowly as you need it to; in the end I already know you'll find your way to me as it was intended. I offer you my everything, Dani. My wings, my strength, my soul."
He leaned down, his lips pulled into an amused curve as he rumbled in my ear. "My cock, if you think you're ready to cross that line and have me fuck you until you forget your own name.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“If the only tool in Willem's arsenal was a silent supplication to an absent almighty, then I might as well be sitting next to a raving radical ready to die for the promise of seventy-two virgins and a couple of camels.”
― Lisa C. Temple

“He retrieved the words from somewhere long forgotten. They floated through the foggy recesses of his mind, plucked from the dark and released into the air like a dove.”
― R. W. Patterson, Dark Night of the Soul: A sacrifice to end a life; A rescue to save a soul.

“I'm ready to hear your plan for Moscow, assuming you're not going to eat me for knowing what you are."
Just 'til Moscow. I could handle this just until we got to Moscow. Right?
"I'm not going to eat you." Ryker snorted a laugh, then changed the expression on his face to something of flirtatious mischief. "That is, unless you want me to, firecracker.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I dropped to my knees on the ground at Dani's feet, plunging my claws in the soil on either side of me, an ancient pledge the significance of which would be long lost to all but any other dragons that were still out there kicking. Her eyes grew wide but her mouth stayed closed as she observed.
"I swear on my fire. I swear to you, Dani. Trust me, and I will deliver you home safely," I vowed. "I swear on my fire. I swear on my life. Dani, I promise. If you can trust me, I will protect you with my life so we can find out what's going on. If you choose to go home, no vampires involved, I'll swear my life to that instead. Whatever you want to do, I'll make it happen.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Ryker's head snapped to look at me, and we locked eyes. That's when the tug at my heart really started to pull, and I had to gasp for breath as it burned to life. A pull, a connection. Was this what they called a thread of fate? If it was, it meant something about Ryker and me that I didn't have time to process in the heated moment. Ryker's nostrils flared, and he roared, his face snarling as he began charging back down the hallway to where Oleg and I were.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I needed Dani more than I'd ever wanted to admit before, and that stupid patch-job of an ankle bracelet had been hiding the answers this whole time. Dani and I had a connection, an old connection, a fated connection. A bond to span the souls before the earth had been shaped and the dragons placed upon it. I had found my other half--- the half to ground me, the half to protect”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I roared, shaking the forest around me as I swept high into the clouds, high enough to get out of sight of most things.
I would cross the sea to get to her.
My Danica.
I'm coming.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I wanted to yell. I wanted to claw his eyes out. Sickeningly, I wanted him to bite me again. I wanted Ryker. And as if on cue, a roar to shatter the castle echoed through the halls.
He'd come for me.
My heart filled with emotion. It was joy, and want, and hope. My heart was full, and I could have cried.
I looked Apollo in his dangerously red eyes.
"Fuck you, Apollo," I managed to whisper. "My dragon is here.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Mmm, I hope we get there in time for breakfast," I mumbled.
"I'll get you whatever you want," Ryker said. "Do you want to stop for food?"
"No," I said. "I want Dad's pancakes."
"Whatever you want, Dani." Ryker kissed the top of my head.
"I want pancakes, answers, and rum," I grumbled. "A new phone, and some clothes that don't smell like sex and show off my ass cheeks."
"I like your ass cheeks," Ryker chuckled.
"Not helping," I managed before letting out another big yawn.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I really am hungry."
I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "I'm hungry for something too."
She turned an adorable shade of red and tried to scoot away from me, which wasn't going to happen since I had put my arm around her waist and there was no way she could break my hold.
That's when we heard the most unexpected sound. Laughter.
I looked up to see the fae in the end booth laughing. She had scooted her book aside and was trying to cover her mouth, but she was laughing.
"I'm sorry," she giggled, wiping at the tears in the corner of her eye. "I didn't mean to spy on you guys, but whatever he just did to you reminds me of my mate."
She burst into giggles again and her laughter bubbled loudly enough to draw the fae from the kitchen.
"Thea, what happened?" The kitchen fae opened the door.
"No, nothing. That big one just did something to the witch and it reminded me of Devin.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“My eyes locked on the hand Devin had placed so gently on Thea's. They were a pair, a team. I didn't know their story, but whatever bond had mated them had clearly made a decision that the two of them could live with. A bond, two souls meant to find each other. Was that something I could really have? Reach for? My attention drifted to the dragon sitting next to me in the booth, and under the table I slid my fingers next to his until I could hook my pinky with his.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“I don't have money to buy a bunch of land. I don't know how much you think land goes for nowadays, but it's not a dollar an acre anymore."
Ryker smirked. "Trust me when I say I have more than enough money for it."
I balked. "How? You live in a cabin in the middle of nowhere with no real job and nothing around you."
"And I'm a dragon, Dani. A dragon who likes his gold."
Slowly, so slowly, it sank in. He did mercenary work, that much I knew, and that kind of thing paid well, right? Dragons hoarding treasure seemed like something out of a fairy tale, but then again so did dragons until a few weeks ago. The confident look on his face said it all.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“A roar overhead. I looked up on the form of a giant green dragon--- even from this height I could tell he was looking right at me. I shivered, somewhat cold from the rain but hot on one part of my body. My mark. Fucking asshole dragon. We were in the middle of battle and he still had the ability to affect me like that.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“But through the ash and darkness I saw him. My dragon. Beautiful, terrible, fierce. The scars of his stories still evident, even in this form. I remembered the ones who'd come before me, those who had also pried open his shuttered heart. The ones who had left him. But I wasn't ready to go yet; I wouldn't leave my dragon in that dark place again to pick up the pieces of his fallen loved ones in isolation. And Ryker wouldn't let me go.
"Ryker!" I screamed as I fell. He was enormous, beating his wings and trying to rise up to meet me. One of his wings was a tattered mess, but still he pushed up, his body beginning to shift and change. He shrank and shed his scales, turning back into the human shape I'd known him in but keeping the wings that helped push him to me in a desperate gust.
My eyes were flooding, tears falling every which way in the wind as I fell. I stretched out my arms to him, and he reached up and grabbed me.
"Dani!" he growled over the wind. I was pulled into his chest, my head tucked under his chin as my hot, wet tears soaked us both. "It's over, he's dead. I told you my fire would never hurt you.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“And then there was my magic. A wicked smile played across my lips as I thought about it. I couldn't do much yet, but I was rapidly learning the one thing I had taken to like a duck to water: spell circles.
I'd gotten enough of a crash course with Max during the battle, and since my blood was practically made to charge spells, I was doing quite well with them.
Our mountainside was filled with them now. It had taken me two solid months, but I'd finally encircled the area so that Ryker could freely transform and fly in his dragon shape without seeing him. Well, most anyone; I'm still learning after all.
I found if I applied myself I could learn the runes on my own. No Book of Sisters needed, just like Max had said. And apply myself I did. I will never be helpless again. I spent a lot of days practicing while Ryker went hunting. I may not be able to conjure anything, or transform things or curse things. But I could put a set of rules in a spell circle, and with my blood as the active component, my circles were pretty near indestructible now.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Are you getting cold?" Ryker asked.
I smiled and pulled the blanket tighter around me. "And what if I am?"
Ryker gave me a playful grin as he stood from our bed. "I'd have to come warm you up, firecracker."
"I don't know..." I teased as I backed away. "You'd have to catch me first!"
I jumped as fast as I could, giggling as I tried to run. Too bad Ryker was far faster than me. I laughed as he carried me to our bed.
In our perfect house on the mountain.
A dragon and a witch.
And our happiness.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Here, let me heat the water." I moved over to the sink where she shifted out of my way. Moving the bucket aside, I put the stopper in the sink and filled it. Flexing the part of me that was settled in the middle of my chest that brought out the fire in my breath, I blew a gentle stream of it over the surface of the water as it started to sizzle and steam.
Leaning back from the sink, I stood aside and watched Dani for a reaction. I could almost hear her familiar heartbeat, and she stared at the water for a long moment before setting the pan in it and turning back to me.
"You really are a dragon”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“No, he only fed off me. That's why he was so hard to fight; he's fueled by whatever is in my blood. But his bite had, uh, side effects."
Ryker grunted, knowing full well what I was talking about. A frustrated sigh escaped me as I tilted my head back, willing the cool air to take some of this heat from me.
"Do you need help taking care of it?" Ryker asked. His tone was surprisingly serious, no playful hints or innuendos marring his offer. I must have had a puzzled look on my face, because he elaborated. "I'm not going to fuck you tonight, Dani. When I take you, it's going to be because you begged me for it, not because another man forced this on you."
My lips parted as I stared at Ryker. If he'd wanted to cool me down, his words had the opposite effect. Now all I could picture was finding out just what he kept under that worn pair of jeans. Preferably, I'd be back in a black cotton dress and not Mina's club-wear, and there wouldn't be a vampire after me. But the picture Ryker just painted? I wanted that.
My thighs pressed together. I could feel the wetness on my skin. "Fucking hell," I groaned out, gritting my teeth. "No, Ryker. I'd rather let it wear off with time. I'm not going to get off on something Apollo started."
The glint in Ryker's eyes was filled with hungry appreciation. Satisfaction was dripping in his voice as he reached out and cupped my chin. "Good girl; I can promise your efforts to wait will be well rewarded."
Another needy sound keened from my throat. "Bastard.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Ryker wrapped his arms around my middle and stood up, scooping me off my feet. "But I'm sure we can handle a shower and some sleep."
"Put me down, Ryker! I need to grab clothes and towels," I said.
"I prefer neither." A familiar, assholeish grin plastered across his face as he carried us to Dad's room and the only shower in the apartment.
"I'm not walking around naked in Dad's apartment. That will have to wait until..."
Until. Until what? What was I saying?
Ryker, the bastard, caught me in my words all too quickly.
"Until what, Dani?" he asked with that damned smirk and the fucking sexy rumble in his voice. And the way his eyes were eating me up, even though we were both covered in dirt and soot.
Ryker set me down on the bathroom floor. "It will have to wait until we're alone," I said. "Truly alone, not here."
I focused on turning on the hot water. Ryker hooked his thumbs in the top of my shorts and began to slide them off me.
"Ryker, not helping," I grumbled, fighting the smile trying to creep onto my lips.
"Unless you intend to wear them in the shower, I think I am."
Even though he was behind me I could see his smug grin pretty clearly in my head. I swatted his hand away.
"No, Ryker," I said, turning to face him. "Bad dragon."
He kept smiling but narrowed his eyes as he leaned down to whisper in my ear.
"You can shower in peace, firecracker. I'll let you sleep, and eat, and I'll take this vampire pain in our ass. But after all of this has settled, I'm taking you deep into the Siberian plain and I'm going to fuck you until you don't know what to do with yourself.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“It wasn't until a burst of hot flame caressed my left hip that a tingling sensation, not unlike magic, crawled down my skin.
Ryker gave a low chuckle. "Of course it's on your perfect ass."
I craned my neck to see. Across my hip and indeed partially down my backside until it brushed the very top of the back of my leg, a pattern was revealed just a few shades darker than my skin. It was like having a lighter sort of henna painted across my hip in the design of scales. Dragon scales.
"What is that?" I asked, startled.
"The mark. My mark." Ryker mused. "The perfect match to my scale pattern, not repeated in any other dragon."
Brushing my fingers over the skin, it didn't feel any different than it had before. It was just decorated now. My preferred black dresses would always cover it up, but my mind wandered to my closet and exactly what I owned that would show off a flash of scales at my hip. I needed to go shopping. "So, it was always there?"
"Always," Ryker answered, a new sort of interest in his eyes. "How does your chest feel?"
I rubbed a hand where the thrumming usually sat, but found it was gone. I had been so distracted by the process of being covered in fire and his taunting hands that didn't burn me that I hadn't noticed when it left.
"I always knew I liked your ass," Ryker said.
I frowned. "It's on my hip," I insisted.
Ryker took one hand and smacked my left cheek, firmly on the mark. Immediately a delicious heat shot through it, running straight between my legs where I twitched in anticipation. Fuck.
"What's the matter, Danica?" Ryker teased out my full name again, leaning down to meet my neck with a kiss.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Under the light of the stars and moon he was breathtaking, bathed in silver light that didn't hide but instead glinted off the scars he'd collected through a life of struggle and battles that I couldn't imagine. He was rough at all edges, and feral, and a bastard. Imperfect, certainly. Stubborn, definitely. Mine? Yes. Mine, and I would take all of him as he was. Every piece of him.
He moved down to his knees, nudging himself between my legs to force them open more. As his mouth moved, his lips revealed sharper teeth more dragon than man. His wings, blocking just a bit of the moonlight as they spread behind him, were a constant reminder of what he was.
Moving over me, he claimed my mouth with precision and just enough pressure to give me the feeling of lack of control. My head swam as he stole his kiss, deepening it. The taste of him was divine; earthy and smoky with the smell of him wrapped all around.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Dragons

“Are you intimidated by me?” His face darkened as he looked down at me.
I scoffed, “You wish.”
― L. L. Winters, Fated to the Lone Wolf: The Luna Shaw Series

“What had he witnessed?
She had looked like a wild and beautiful creature, a goddess, something ethereal and undecipherable. Dina had filled his vision, the pale light dancing around her, as she'd broken his world, and everything he thought he knew, apart.
He was ninety percent sure that Dina was a witch. The other ten percent... well. He was flirting with the idea that she might be some kind of djinn, or succubus, but neither of those terms felt quite right. And "magician" made him think of rabbits in hats and coins collected from behind ears. No, if there was ever a word to describe Dina Whitlock, it was "witch.”
― Nadia El-Fassi, Best Hex Ever

“I could have sworn you all had normal eye colors. I mean, once or twice I'll admit I thought the light was playing tricks on me, but mostly they've been normal colors."
"Oh?" Dom smirked. "And what color were mine?"
A warm hazelnut shade, darker at the edges and inviting enough to stare into for however long my heart could take it.”
― Sabrina Blackburry, Dirty Lying Wolves

“Elara's voice, tight with desperation, cracked as she confided, "I'm trying to balance it all, sœur de mon cœur" [ sister of my heart]. The endearment, a subconscious plea, hung in the air – a lifeline tossed in hopes of finding understanding. "The coven, Declan... Ma Déesse- My Goddess, I don't want to choose, non, and I honestly don't know if I can, you see." She wrung her hands. "It's like... like trying to hold the moon and the bayou in the same hands, tu comprends- you understand? Both are so deeply a part of me, hein? Ingrained in who I am, woven into the tapestry of my soul. The coven is my heritage, my family, my duty. Mais Declan... Declan il est mon autre moitié.” [he is my other half] Her voice broke again. "I simply cannot bring myself to let either one go – it would be like tearing myself in half, mon ami.”
― Alexis Marie LaRue, Under The Blood Moon

“Not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, You must travel iy for yourself.”
― Nicholas Sparks- M.night

“Not I, not anyone else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.”
― Nicholas Sparks, M.Night

“Empath

Hearts that smell the sorrow
Soaks us up, but borrowed
It pricks the eyes like onions' stench
Instigating us to clenched
Captivating eyes with a puzzled glance
They know not the fear that it plants
All I grasp are shards of glass
I hear the sound just like the bats
Broken from the world we live in
History shuns any emotional whirlwind
I know the moment will eventually pass
The overbearing altitude
The high humidity it casts
Still, the spirit pulses its cry
I could not ignore it, no, not I
Its vibration makes such a clearing
Irrational pause, so domineering
Tears are a constant side effect
Pouring down and making a mess
I can’t form the words to comfort thee
Society bans any feelings or needs
With absolutes and shameful banes
With no remedy or comfort gained
In truth, I wish I could cure this curse
To let go and escape the populace hurt
But I can’t let this emotion pass
Because I’m an empath”
― C.D. Warren, The Curse Within