Legacy Of The Nine Realms Quotes

We're going to die by dick, Ember. our tombstone will say: 'Here lies that one bitch who died from getting good dick' and that's just not going to look great in the afterlife.

He knows I am not the monster he wanted. I am the one he made.

I could never get enough books or read enough words to escape the reality of the world

She’d be a broken, destroyed thing that no amount of magic could fix, and it terrified her—and worse, it excited her. Good. It should.

And she fucking fought an entire stronghold wearing a unicorn raincoat and rocked the shit out of it too.

Let’s go to war, asshole. I’m about to rock your fucking foundation and rewrite history.

The world is about to rattle, and realize what they’ve made. For monsters are created, and born from pain. Her claws are now sharpened, and she’s all out of fucks and a little insane.

I preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I'd never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.

I thought you wanted to fuck Dimitri?” “If I had wanted to fuck him, he’d be fucked.” “Interesting, considering every time you lose control of your beast, you end up on my dick,” he said, watching me carefully. “It’s good dick, Knox.” He chuckled, pulling me closer as he nuzzled my ear before slipping his fingers through mine, dragging me toward the creek.

Knox was fucking me to prove a point, and I didn’t care what point it was, so long as he didn’t stop.

I’ll breathe for you,” he offered firmly, tightening his palms into fists. “If you’ll let me, I’ll do it for you, Aria.

You might want to stop touching yourself. You’re starting to look like a murder victim; it’s giving me a fucking hard-on.

You were already what I needed, even at your worst, Knox.

You may be a queen only in name, but you will still be my Queen, Aria Hecate.

It soaked your cunt at the idea of my teeth claiming your throat; that’s dangerous, Aria.

Are you planning to fight me, or fuck me, little monster?” “Both, and then I will eat you.” I shrugged nonchalantly. “It matters little in which order the events occur.

You kiss anyone else like that, and I’ll fuck you on their corpse after I’ve ripped their spine out through their fucking throat, Aria Primrose.

In violence does she reign, and she’ll do so in total chaos.

For without that darkness, the world would have never discovered the beauty of the stars. We can only see some of the most beautiful things through the darkness of the night. No one understands that within the darkness, monsters can hide in plain sight, not having to pretend to be anything other than what they truly are.

holding the illusion of love on her fucking sleeve. She was this wide-eyed, beautiful creature that looked at the Nine Realms with hope burning within her when there was none here to be found. This place would crush her dreams, stomp her fucking heart into the ground, and ruin the beauty that shined from within her soul before she’d ever make a dent in this hellhole.

I am your shelter from the storm. I am your strength when you are weak. I am the fire that burns through your veins and heats you when you are in need. I am the one who will fill your womb and protect the children you give me. I am your light in the darkness and the one who guides your way when you are lost. I am the creature who will destroy worlds to keep you and will never allow you to fall. I am Lennox, beast to the High King of the Nine Realms and King of Norvalla. I am your mate, Aria Karnavious.” Leaning closer, locking eyes with mine, Lennox asked, “Who are you?

I walked into Haven Falls, knowing that one of the Hecate women would be powerful enough to become the new high queen.” His mouth brushed over my ear, nipping at the delicate lobe as he growled roughly. “I found her, except she turned out to be this ethereal, beautiful little spitfire who rattled and purred. Her scent drove me insane with need, and every part of her called to every part of me. It was supposed to be easy. Walk into your life, end it, and force the rest of your family to return so I could murder them on my land. I changed gears after meeting you. I have wanted no one or needed anything as much as I do you, Aria Hecate.

You like to rough the ladies up, don’t you, Daddy?

oh-my-lord-what-in-the-ever-loving-fuck-was-even-happening-in-there?

I’ll fight for you, Aria,” he uttered so softly that I’d thought I’d imagined it. “I’ll always fight for you, wife.

Women rise above diversity while men wish to stand above us with their foot on our throats. You could permit them to do so, or you can fight against the boot holding you to the ground.

Everything was tangled while we kissed. Our legs. Our tongues. Our thoughts. We were tangled together, the need to get closer, driving us past reason.

he kissed me as if he might die if he didn’t.

You and me, we’re not created for dreams. We’re created for nightmares, and we’re okay with that.

That monster is mine, and only mine.

It happened a long time ago, wolf. I’m not that scared little girl anymore, nor do I give a shit what others think of me. Life is a bitch, and you can let it destroy you, or you can face it head-on and show that it doesn’t define who you choose to become in life.

There were storm clouds in his eyes, shadows of the sweetest darkness I’d ever witnessed danced within them, and I craved to taste it on my flesh.

Aria Hecate, is that you, trouble?

Now she was reborn through the fire and pain she’d endured, and was still beautiful, maybe even more so because of what she’d been through.

He needed a reminder of who and what I was. I wasn’t some basic-bitch you fed a cheeseburger to make up. I was a monster, like him.

You little bitch, you will pay!” Her screaming cracked as she bounced off the floor again, hitting the desk, which unseated a few books and sent papers across the floor.  “You know, it actually sounds like something my evil bitch mother would do. Sending some wannabe witch into our home to take grimoires she’s very aware cannot be removed. The book you’re holding, it can’t leave the house. Period. Not even if the House of Magic is down and exposed. Here, let me show you,” I stated, turning with my finger in the air, forcing her to follow as she continued to hover, waving her arms while holding on to the grimoire for dear life.

Stop looking for the light and learn to accept what comes to you willingly in the dark. For without that darkness, the world would have never discovered the beauty of the stars. We can only see some of the most beautiful things through the darkness of the night.

She fought me toe-to-toe on what she believed, and I fucking respected her for it. She challenged me, and people didn’t fucking do that, but Aria did. She stood her ground and stood for those who couldn’t stand up for themselves.

I’m going to escape you, eventually. You can never love me, and I deserve to know what it feels like to be loved. I deserve to have someone look at me as if I am the moon and sun in their sky. I deserve to have someone willing to look past my flaws and see my strengths and weaknesses, accepting me for who I am.

Yes, I’ll say my prayers,” I smirked, preparing to whisper the witches’ prayer. “I am the fire of the cauldron that heats the realms. I am the wind that fills the land and sails the ships upon the rough seas. I am the earth that grows the crops and feeds those within the Nine Realms. I am the water that bathes the soul. I am of Hecate, created from within her soul. I am the magic that creates the land and feeds it power. I leave neither child nor a mother behind who will grieve me, only my magic to be returned to the land from which it was given. I give it back on this day. I now go to my grave without regrets. I go to where pain cannot touch thy soul. I leave this vessel of flesh and go to lands of plenty, and land of promised peace. Blessed be, for the ones who will go on, do not weep or grieve for me, for I am finally free.”  I lifted my eyes to his and smiled wickedly as I held my arms out with my palms held up. “I am ready to die—go time, fucker.

I guess it changed me, my own mother trying to murder me. No one else spoke about it either, since no one else even cared that she had tried to kill her own daughter. I’m pretty sure after all that happened, no one wanted to speak about the incident—or me. It was easier to hide from the pitying stares or the whispers of the people in this town.

You have every alpha in this room watching to see if you make a move on one of them, and deciding if you could be easily subdued. You are something strong; even I can smell it on your flesh. You are the talk of the town. Apparently, the male they sent to save us is smitten with you. His scent clings to you in warning, sweet girl. You’ve been with him, and he wants everyone to know it.

I’m a woman, Knox. We only need a few minutes to rain hell down upon men. I wish you luck because you will need it. I’m about to rattle your fucking soul and bring you to your knees.

wanted to set the little bitch on fire and watch as she burned; to see what the fuck stepped out of the ashes when she rose still covered in the dust. I wanted to set her world on fire and fuck her in the ashes of it, watching as she realized just how ruined she was when I was finished with her.

Knox watched me coming undone for him, watched me breaking apart and shattering into a million pieces. Pieces he picked up and held together while I scrambled to rearrange who I was before him and who I would become after him.

Your breed, the Hecate line, is the only one that matters at the moment. Kill the head of the snake, and the rest will fall easily.

You are mine, now and forever more, woman. Without you, I will become the monster this world fears you to be. You’re my light, and I will always fight for this thing between us. And no, I no longer think monsters wage war. Love makes them because it’s something that we become as we fight to keep it, and in the end, it is what will destroy us. I know that now because I’d bring this world to ruins and claim you within the ashes if you ask it of me.

That when I find it with the perfect mate, it better be exactly like that...I don't want no basic bitch romance. I want to rip it apart and watch it grow from the ground up. I want to build it so fucking fortified that no one can ever touch it because me and my guy, we'd fight the entirety of the nine realms to keep it safe. That is what I want. And I won't find that here, and sure in the hell wont be with you. YOU LIVE WITH GHOSTS AND ARE FUELED BY THE NEED TO AVENGE THEM. I LIVE IN THE NOW.

Welcome home, Queen of Sunfire.” The stag bowed its head until its velvet, flora-covered horns bushed the carpeted forest floor.

I almost marked her. I almost just claimed my enemy.

You fucked up, Aria. Did you think I wouldn’t know? Or were you banking on me being oblivious to what you were doing inside that realm?” Anger burned in her stare, daring me to continue.

The man kissed like he was going to war... and my mouth was the enemy he wanted to destroy.:

No, because you saw nothing beyond your desire to hold an entire castle responsible for the crimes one man committed.” His harshly issued accusation slapped into me, knocking the fight out of me.

Knox was literally saving witches. He was offering them a place in his army, even the babies.

It was like getting a rare glimpse into the soul by snooping through someone’s private book collection. What they read told you a lot about a

No one would come to save me because I’d pushed everyone who could, away.

I drew the line at harming women and children,

Aria wasn’t alone in her plans, either. The witches from my army had assisted her, setting things into motion to free her from my grasp. Siobhan, a powerful witch in her own right, had spelled another witch to attack Aria while we’d been in camp. The assault had led to Aria removing her rib, which held my mark and name.

Not me,” Lore snorted, shaking his head. “It’s real, her scent. I feel it in my balls. Her noises? I have heard nothing like them, and I can’t get enough. I’m not even ashamed to admit that I pulled up a bed roll and slept next to your tent just to hear her sweet-ass noises.

You’re honestly the most brilliant, stupid person I know, Peasant.” “Ouch, that coming from a suit of meat actually makes me give a fuck. No, wait. That wasn’t a fuck. It was indigestion from eating the last fuck I gave,” I snorted, and Greer chuckled.

Do you know what the scariest creature in the world is, King Karnavious?” “No, what is it, wife?” “A woman who has nothing left to lose and chooses to build chaos since she is left in only ruins.

To everyone just trying to tread water, you got this. Your chaos shines brightly, don’t dull it for anyone. Let your flames burn wildly and rattle the world with your inner beast. Set the world on fire, and rise from the ashes smiling. You are brutally beautiful in your own way.

And so she rises, with fire in her eyes and a crown made of chaos

He’s not for you, Aria. He will not survive Hecate’s obsession with him. I’ve seen the future, and he’s not in it with you.” Her eyes showed genuine sympathy, yet it failed to sway my decision. “Then I don’t want to save the world.

And for the record, loyalty is earned, not given heedlessly because of the blood someone houses. You’ll be disappointed if you expect me to give it recklessly.

I choose my fate and my chaos, and what I allow to happen to me is on me, no one else.

Beware the Forbidden Witch. She, who is of Hecate’s womb, is unwanted within this home. Blessed are the forgotten and those that have strayed, for in their darkest day, they found their truest way. May we remain forgotten, may we remain sane, for fear of the mad witch who bathed the realms in its darkest, wicked ways.

It’s our ideal fantasy made true. Stolen from our darkest desires and brought to life with magic from the pool. The magic sensed our fantasy and created the perfect place for our coupling to occur.

You’re the queen of chaos, and I suspect you’re the one who’ll save us all, Aria.

preferred romance or fantasy to escape and live a thousand lives I’d never experience without the author giving me the chance to climb inside their soul, making their books my home for a little while.

woman like you, she needs someone who isn’t afraid to push her fucking buttons. One who can handle that mouth of yours and give it back to you. You need someone who isn’t afraid to hurt you, because, Aria, you fucking enjoy being manhandled, and it gets you fucking wet when I do it.

They forged the man from the same mold in which they’d fashioned the gods of old. I wouldn’t alter a single thing about him, even if I could. Knox was the sharp edges to my softer ones. He was the chaos that fueled me. Neither Knox nor I knew we’d become addicted to each other. This man had become my other half, which both excited and terrified me. Knox was embedded so deeply within my soul, that it fucking ached.

Knox shut out the world when he was close to me. He made the idea of becoming a monster less terrifying than it was.

A family is made of the people who are there when you need them and stay with you when you don’t. In your darkest hour, and your weakest moment, they’re the ones you can depend on to remain beside you.

Blessed are those who see beyond the darkness, Aria Prometheus. Follow your soul to the Well of Transformation and be reborn, Queen of Sunfire.

The future can be altered by a single deed, Scylla. One choice can change everything.

Any woman can be a queen. A true queen is able to look beyond her own desires or mind, and do what is needed for the kingdom.

When the son of the first people finds life through a Hecate witch’s womb, the world will turn to chaos and the goddess will be in ruins. When the son rises and reaches for his birthright, the battle will settle upon us, and the world shall rattle with might. For when the beast is unleashed, and the son discovers his truth, he will aim his fire at the goddess and send her back to her tomb.

You wouldn’t know anything about the disappearance of my men, would you, Knox?” “I only just entered the woods and came upon a ravishing maiden drinking from the creek and decided to devour her pretty mouth. Then the impish maiden climbed on, and things got hot and heavy rather quickly, which made it rather hard to give a fuck what happened to your men. She’s rather demanding when she needs to be fucked. You know how it is with Aria. Oh, wait, you don’t.” “Ouch, he went there,” Kinvara snickered.

You’re not dying, Aria. I won’t allow that to happen. You are mine. The other men? They won’t satisfy that need burning in those pretty eyes. They won’t destroy you like I do, nor would they even satisfy that hunger you feel when replaying those memories of our time together through that pretty head of yours. You’re lust, and I’m carnage. You’re a beauty, but that hides that vicarious bitch that’s itching for you to release her.

I’m good now. It’s your turn. Remember, Aria, let him catch us, or I will fuck him soon. No more grunting all night. I need sleep! I’m a growing girl. In case you needed a reminder of what one looks like, I left a little something for you since it’s been so long since you’ve seen one,” she laughed.

I don’t know what it is about you, but my beast demands we claim you. That alone should terrify you because you’re wrong. My beast wants yours, and he thinks you’re the most perfect being he’s ever come across in his entire life. Lennox never acknowledged Liliana, and I wanted him to so badly that I ached with that need. You’re the only woman we have both wanted. What that means, I don’t know yet, but I want to discover it with you. I recognize it’s strange that my enemy is my perfect idea of a mate. That alone makes it impossible for me to believe you’re real. You’re too perfect, Aria. You are everything I want, and that seems too good to be true in a world of magic.

You’re not alone. I am here with you. I’m in the shadows, looking over your shoulder, hunting my pretty, ethereal prey as she slumbers, unaware that the biggest monster in all the realms serves as her protector and enemy. You’re never alone as long as I hunt you, Aria. I am never far behind you.

Oh, you sweet summer child. I am a fucking army.

Pretty eyes can hide the largest lies. And yours are so beautiful, Aria.

You’re very smart for being a meat suit, Greer.

The hardest part of losing someone isn’t saying goodbye. It’s learning how to live without them.