The Coven Harper L Woods Quotes

If it is order that you value, then I will bring you nothing but chaos.

That no matter how pretty the shell may be, we are all capable of great and terrible things.

For those who love them villainous.

So no one could make him choose between his magic and his ability to sire children. What a loving relationship he’d fostered with that gift, turning his only daughter into a weapon designed to do the one thing he couldn’t… Find his sister’s bones.

What happens when I’m tired of fighting?” I asked, trying to ignore the pool of tears threatening to fall. Hoping the water from the shower would wash them away before he could notice. His face softened, his lips touching mine in a kiss that was so much more delicate than any other. “Then you let me do it for you.

One thing was clear. I wanted to fuck Willow Madizza. She’d just have to be awake when I did it.

I’d been born a legacy. I would die one as well.

Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.

I’ve known exactly what you are for quite some time, Witchling.

I love you, Witchling. For everything you are and for everything you are not.

I am merely a gift from your husband so that you can survive what comes next.

I was at Hollow’s Grove. My father couldn’t touch me. Couldn’t punish me when I disobeyed him on the weekends he brought me to his cabin.

I hate you,” I muttered, pulling his hair harder. He chuckled, pressing his mouth to mine gently as I tossed my head back. “I don’t give a fuck about that. All that matters to me is how pretty you’ll look writhing on my cock.

I was no stranger to going into terrifying situations alone; in fact, it was where I found comfort. I could rely on myself, always. It was everyone else who constantly disappointed me. Every moment of every day, I stood alone when things got tough.

If I catch you, then you’ll give me the fight I’ve come to crave from you. If I catch you, we will go to war in the way our souls already know—until my body recognizes every inch of your skin by touch. When I catch you, I will fuck you, and we both know you’ll love every goddamn minute of it,

You fight. Every moment of every day, you fight. Because that is who you are,” he whispered, dropping his forehead to mine. “What happens when I’m tired of fighting?” I asked, trying to ignore the pool of tears threatening to fall. Hoping the water from the shower would wash them away before he could notice. His face softened, his lips touching mine in a kiss that was so much more delicate than any other. “Then you let me do it for you.

It's there to serve as a reminder," Gray said, his words both sympathy and accusation all at once. "That no matter how pretty the shell may be, we are all capable of great and terrible things." "That sounds like it came from a fortune cookie," I said, turning my stare back at him.

Most of the witches of the Coven drew their power from nature. The Greens, like my mother, from the earth; the Whites from crystals; the Yellows from fire. But the Blacks had been different.

The fear of ignorant men is a powerful thing.

A young girl who was terrified of the fact that she was facing the world alone. She didn’t think anyone would see it if she could only pretend to be unaffected, focusing on the shallow friendships she’d formed without ever allowing those who could care about her to sink themselves deeper within her soul.

One day, you will owe me a favor for this. You will give me anything I ask of you,” he said softly.

Desire did not equal love.

Wicked little witch,

Hecate’s maze marred my skin; the mark of my necromancer wife burned into my flesh like a brand. Willow swallowed, staring up at me as she floundered for words. “You’re mine now, Willow Morningstar.

earth in her heart but fire in her blood.

I belonged to the woods—to the gardens and anywhere but here.

Touch her again, and I will tear your skull from your spine, Susannah,

I’ll always come for you, Witchling,” he said, holding my stare for a moment.

Where others might have wanted to control the fire in her veins, I only wanted to watch her learn how to embrace what it was to burn.

Willow needed to know that I was her only home. That her future started and ended with me. I would tolerate nothing less than an eternity with her by my side,

No one else would have mattered to me at all; simply a means to an end to achieve what I wanted. Only Willow didn’t just matter. She was fucking everything.

Open your fucking mouth, Witchling. It isn't my blood you're going to drink this time,

You know, it's okay to not be okay.

You do not need to carry the weight of the world every time someone fucks you over. Sometimes, people just do shitty things.

Loving Willow and accepting that I wanted her to love me back would mean putting myself at risk of rejection all over again.

Grab the headboard and hold on tight, my love," he ordered, wrapping an arm around each of my thighs.

Unless you intend to gag me, you’re unlikely to be able to shut me up.” “You would definitely be gagging, Witchling,” he growled, and the bolt that shot through me was one of shock.

Blood is power,

Willow might have fought our connection with everything she had when she was strong, but in her moments of vulnerability, she revealed exactly who she was beneath all the bravado. A young girl who was terrified of the fact that she was facing the world alone.

Then call me your queen of disappointment and I'll add that to the list of things I don't give a fuck about.

Somehow it felt like the perfect karma to me that the town was known for the people it had tried to rid itself of, the persecutors fading into history.

Seat belt boobs were hardly attractive.

I won’t let anything happen to you. Do you trust me?” “Absolutely fucking not,” I said, my brow pinching when he laughed. “Good girl,” he said, tipping his head to the side.

I love every side of you, Witchling. Even the parts that make you human.

The next time we see each other, it will be you on your knees.

You’re in love with me, Willow Hecate. Say it.

She’s life, but she’s also death.

You really are so fucking beautiful, even when you lie through your teeth.

Nothing here has any value without you. You're my home,

Even if my plan was to try to keep the violence to a minimum, I wasn’t known for my lack of impulsivity.

I lay in the bed of the man who was meant to be my enemy,

For her, I'd spend my life on my knees if she asked it of me.

If my cock is my only redeeming quality,” I said, shoving her hair out of my way to wrap my fingers around the back of her neck. I used that grip to press her toward the ground, letting her turn her head in order to see her profile. I pinned her, holding her perfectly still as I shifted my hips and drew back. “Then I expect you to spend most of your time sitting on it, wife.

From this moment until I release you, the only way you will be able to orgasm will be with me. My touch. My mouth. My cock. Your own touch will not satisfy you, nor will the touch of any other person. There is only me.

The pain helped. It always brought me back to the present.

Do you, though? What you know is what is documented on paper, not what exists within her.

Do what you want with the rest of your witches, but the next time you touch her, I will rain Hell upon you.

I wanted to tear his throat out. I wanted to tear his clothes off. The fact that I wasn’t even sure which one I wanted more terrified me.

Only a fool would dare to underestimate you, my love,

I very much look forward to reminding you how much I hate you when I bury my cock between your thighs.

He was beautiful and infuriating—a disaster waiting to happen.

I would not let my sex life determine my value.

Do you think any others will make you feel like this?” he asked,

Beg.” “What?” I asked, my mouth going dry. He couldn’t be fucking serious. “Beg me to make you come. If you expect me to get on my knees for you, then you’d better be ready to ask me for it, Witchling,

You think I would allow anyone but me to touch you?

When have I ever hurt you? We both know I’m far more likely to bend you over this desk and fuck you until you cannot breathe.

I held her carefully, cautiously. I didn’t want to hurt her, even if the idea of seeing her skin covered in bites and bruises from more pleasurable endeavors did fill me with an odd warmth.

you cannot kill that which is already dead,

I knew we had the potential to destroy one another--to burn until there was nothing left except ash.

Children are a gift, and I would never force you to have them if you didn't want them. Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.

I’d expected her to be lost to her anger, to fight back with panic and fury. Instead, she’d met me with calm, lethal cunning. She’d behaved as a Queen, when I’d still been expecting a girl.

Children are a gift, and I would never force you to have them if you didn’t want them. Not everyone is fit to be a parent, and a lot of the ability to be a good mother comes from the desire to be.

You fight. Every moment of every day, you fight. Because that is who you are,

I hate that you made me love you,” I said, the desperate words coming out as the barest of whispers.

I’d grown knowing that one day, I would either have to kill my father or allow him to kill me.

I know they don’t taste as good as witchlings,” he said, bringing my hand to his face. He bent it back, exposing my wrist as he placed it beneath his nose and inhaled my scent.

Why don’t you come outside and lie to me again, love?