Scarlett St Clair Quotes

Respect could build an empire. Trust could make it unbreakable. Love could make it last forever.

All of the stars in the sky are not as bright as my love for you.

Are you saying you wouldn’t fight for me?” Hades sighed and brushed his finger along her cheek. “Darling, I would burn this world for you.

No soul has ever healed by dwelling on the past,

The first rule of men, Persephone, is that they’re all idiots.

I love you. Even if the Fates unraveled our destiny, I would find a way back to you.

You want to fuck me with this crown; I want to fuck a god.

I do not pray," he said. "But I begged for you.

You are my weakness, losing you is my greatest fear, your love is my most treasured possession.

They say Hades is protective of his realm, and while that is true, it isn’t about power. He cares for his people, protects them, and he takes it personally if anyone is harmed. If you belong to him, he will tear the world apart to save you.

Hmm. I think you are the Goddess of Sexual Frustration.

Take her, and I will destroy this world. Take her, and I will destroy you. Tae her, and I will end us all.

I have waited lifetimes for you," he said as if it was an oath he was swearing upon every star in the sky, every drop of water in the ocean, every soul in the entire universe. "I know it.

I see the soul. What burdens it, what corrupts it, what destroys it — and challenge it

Oh, darling.

We are all broken, Persophone. It's what we do with the pieces that matters. - Hecate. A touch of Malice

Create the life you want, Persephone, and stop listening to everyone else.

Hades chuckled, leaning in so that when he spoke, his breath caressed her lips. "Oh, darling. You don't know what I'm capable of.

He was beautiful in a dark way - in a way that promised heartbreak.

Grief means we loved fiercely…and if that is all anyone ever has to say about either one of us in the end, I think we lived our best life.

Life is hard out there, Hades, and sometimes living it is penance enough. Mortals need hope, not threats of punishment.

Are you saying you wouldn't fight for me?" Hades sighed, and brushed his finger along her cheek, "Darling, I would burn this world for you.

Oh, darling, but I have told you before—for you, I would destroy this world.

No, Lady Persephone. Trust me, when we fuck, you'll remember.

Persephone. I would have chosen you a thousand times over, the Fates be damned.

You assume I want a wife,” he said. “But I came for a queen.” It was my turn to stare. “So our marriage will be one of pageantry?” “Oh, I think we are both too passionate for that.

Moon above and earth below, Bring my love stars that glow. Far past midnight, shadows sneak; Bring my love dreams that speak.

And what if I miss the sun?” How bright was the sky in Revekka—what would the sun look like beaming from behind red clouds? Would I even be able to see it? “Then I will find it for you,” he replied.

He smirked, and she could feel it deep in her gut. “Darling, I win either way.” Her eyes went wide, and her heart stuttered. She stood quickly, and his name fell from her mouth like a curse. “Hades.

Take her, and I will destroy this world. Take her, and I will destroy you. Take her, and I will end us all.

What is evil to one is a fight for freedom to another.

Darling, that's only the start of what I want to do to you.

Let me worship you," he said. She remembered the words she had whispered to him in the back of the limo after La Rose. You will worship me, and I won't even have to order you. His request felt sinful and devious, and she reveled in it. She answered, "Yes.

Damn. I thought you’d choose paper.” “Why?” “Because you just sang paper’s praises.

I am a Goddess of Life,” Persephone said. “A Queen of Death.

If you wanted a wife, why did you wait until now to ask for my hand?” “I did not know I wanted one until today,” he replied.

I want you for lifetimes,” he said, brushing his knuckles along my cheek. “But I shall be content with now.

I have waited lifetimes for you,

His smile matched hers and it made her heart beat harder in her chest.

No, dear, I don’t like people.

Having enemies is a universal truth. It means you have something worth fighting for. - Hermes

How can they heal if they don’t possess memory?” “No soul has ever healed by dwelling on the past,” Thanatos answered.

Fate does not make sense, that is why it is so easy to blame.

I am many things,” he said. “Man, monster, lover.

If they feel you’re worthy of celebration, don’t you think that’s enough?

Respect could build an empire. Trust could make it unbreakable. Love could make it last forever.

Be careful of your words in deals with the divine

dont you dare apologize." he cupped her face. "not for him. Never for him." page 162

What were you doing?" Persephone asked. "Oh, just cursing a mortal," Hecate replied almost cheerfully...

Men want power,” Ana said. It was the first time she had spoken, and everyone at the table turned to look at her. “Women want to exist without fear.

No one prays to the God of the Dead, my lady, and when they do, it is already too late.

We cannot all be good, but if we must be bad, it should serve a purpose.

You dishonor her,” he said. Adrian offered a shrewd smile. “In what way? By fucking her against a wall? It feels like worship to me.

But…he is the Lord of the Underworld.” “We’re all aware,” Hermes said. “Look at him—he’s the only goth in the room.

At least in battle, there were truths. You either survived the day or died. Under the rule of a monster, there were no truths.

We are all broken... It’s what we do with pieces that matter.

Do you know how I knew the Fates made you for me?” His voice was a hoarse whisper, a tone he used in the darkness of their room after they made love. Persephone shook her head slowly, ensnared by his gaze. “I could taste it on your skin, and the only thing I regret is that I have lived so long without you.

When the God of the Dead gives you life, it is a favor that will never be repaid.

We’ll meet again, Princess Isolde. I’ll make sure of it.

There was no man in the world who would claim such a thing; only women were taught their pain was never enough.

Forever will never be enough,” he said. “Not when I have lived half my life without you.

Not to worry, my sweet. I will not feed from you. Not until you ask.” “I will never ask.” The Blood King’s lips twitched, and when he spoke, his voice was reverent. “You will. You will beg for it.

Darling,” he said, his voice low and fierce. “I would burn this world for you.

All the stars in the sky,” Adrian said. The words made my heart race, and I halted as an answer that was not my own formed in my mind—are not as bright as my love for you.

Oh, darling. You don’t need to extract an oath. Nothing will keep me from fucking you.

I only worry about what I can control

I stared at him. “What do you want from me?” “Everything,” he said.

The God of the Dead had eyes like the universe - vibrant, alive, vast. She was lost in them and all they promised.

You are my queen. Only you hold sway over me.

This mortal has distressed you,” Zofie said. “Do you want me to kill him?” “What? No, Zofie. You can’t just kill people who upset you.” The Aegis shrugged. “You can where I’m from.” “Remind me to hide all your weapons,” Persephone said.

I am not sure who you think I am,” she said. “But let me be clear—I am Persephone, future Queen of the Underworld, Lady of Your Fate—may you come to dread my presence.

Do not tremble under the gaze of the Blood King. Surrender today, live to conquer tomorrow.

You assume I want a wife,” he said. “But I came for a queen.

Mourning was not just about the person. It was about the world one created around them, and when they ceased to exist, so did that world.

Do not compare trauma

He was sin incarnate. She could feel it in the way her body responded to his - and she didn't want him to know.

Are you a dreamer, Your Majesty?" I whispered. A small smile curled his lips. "No," he said, his breath caressing my mouth. "I am a conqueror.

As for me, well – you will always be the ruler of my heart.

When did you feel life for the first time?” Hecate asked, curious. “After Hades and I…” she didn’t need to finish her sentence. “Hmm.” The Goddess of Magic tapped her chin. “I think, perhaps, the God of the Dead has created life within you.

You will be my queen. I do not need the Fates to tell me that.

You have a place beside me because you fill my heart. I love you. I have loved you since the beginning,” he said, and his voice almost broke. “I have loved you forever.

I’m going to die in the Underworld.

Tell me you lied.” “I thought words meant nothing.” “Your words matter. Only yours.

The fire he'd ignited under her skin pooled low in her stomach, reminding her of how empty she felt, how desperately she needed to be filled up.

You’re saying that”—Hades pointed to the mint plant—“is my assistant?” “Yes.” He didn’t look at the plant but at her. “And why is my assistant a plant, Persephone?” “Because”—She averted her eyes and admitted—“She upset me.

Are you well?” His voice was rough.

Darling, I win either way

I knew then who I truly was. Who I had always been. Yesenia of Aroth. I was Yesenia of Aroth—not now, not in this body, but I had been her in another life, in Adrian’s life.

She makes me feel like it won’t matter if I have a name or not. So long as I know her, I will know myself.

She is yours, a voice echoed in his head, and something inside him snapped. Claim her.

You are my weakness. Losing you is my greatest fear, and your love is my most treasured possession.

You should have known I would find you once you took your clothes off. It is a sixth sense.

I want your daughter. To wed, of course,

My queen and I will conquer this world, and when we have our empire, we will fuck on a bed of your bones.

You will bury them,” I said. It wasn’t a question. “It will be done,” Adrian said, taking my face between his hands. “But not by you.” I stared. “You promise.” “I promise,” he said. “Why should I believe you?” His eyes fell to my lips, and he brushed his thumb against my cheek. “Because I only make promises for you.

I do not control what people think of me.” “But you do nothing to contradict what they say about you.” “You think words have meaning? They are just that – words. Words are used to spin stories and craft lies, and occasionally they are strung together to tell the truth.

Come to apologize?” he asked her. “Fuck you,” she replied. “He’s done that,” Hermes commented, sidling past them, white wings dragging the ground. He looked ridiculous, bare chested, wearing only a gold shroud over his waist. “It must not have been very good, because I don’t believe he ever went back.

Hades glared at the god. He should have downed a bottle before summoning the god. After a moment, he explained. “Persephone is teaching me to bake. What do I wear?” “She’s teaching you to bake?” Surprised colored Hermes’ voice. “And you’re participating? Willingly?” Hades glared. “You must really love her.” “Hermes,” Hades warned. If he had to say the god’s name one more time, he’d send him to Tartarus for the night. He seemed to get the hint and straightened. “Right. Casual, baking date.” He dashed to Hades’ closet. “Why do you only wear suits?” Hermes complained. “What do you sleep in?” “Nothing,” Hades answered. “What’s the point?

Hermes!” He summoned the god with a single command, and he appeared, wearing a mesh crop top and tiny leather shorts. What the fuck had he interrupted? “Yes, King of Death and Dark…” Hermes’ voice faded away as his eyes swept the room. When he met Hades’ gaze again, he seemed dazed. “Am I dreaming?” “I need your…help,” Hades said. “I am dreaming.” Hermes slapped his face. “Hermes,” Hades gritted out. “No, no,” he said, putting up his hands as if to silence him. He took a breath. “Don’t ruin this for me. I might be dreaming, but I’m about to live out one of my top five fantasies—” Hades slapped the god, who looked shocked. “This isn’t a dream, Hermes.” They stared at one another, and in the silence, Hades raised a brow. “Top five, huh?

What do you mean?” He had an answer, and it involved her and his bed. Actually, it just involved her. He could fuck anywhere. She giggled. “The fact that you just asked that says everything. What are your hobbies?” “Cards. Riding.” He paused, reaching. Damn, this was harder than he thought. “Drinking.” “What about things not related to being the God of the Dead?” “Drinking is not related to being God of the Dead.” “It also isn’t a hobby. Unless you’re an alcoholic.” He was probably an alcoholic. “Then what are your hobbies?