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.

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.

For those who love them villainous.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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

There’s my wicked little witch,

Wearing a skirt would be so impractical if I needed to bury bodies in the woods when people got in my way.

The fear of ignorant men is a powerful thing.

That was unnecessary. Look at the mess you’ve made,” Gray said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.

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

earth in her heart but fire in her blood.

She’s life, but she’s also death.

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

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

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.

To love was to lose. To love was to hurt. Whether it was a father who put his own needs before ours or the siblings we would be forced to leave, love was pain for beings like us.

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

Who could sleep while the devil was watching them?

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

You fight. Every moment of every day, you fight. Because that is who you are.' 'What happens when I'm tired of fighting?' 'Then you let me do it for you

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,” 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.

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,

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

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.

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 could want to fuck him and plan to slit his throat all in the same breath,

Because until you’re willing to let me go, you’re never really going to have me at all. You’re always going to wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you if given the chance, and not knowing is going to haunt you for the rest of your days.

Stalling. Buying time. Gray chuckled, releasing me with one last nudge to my chin. “But are you afraid?” he asked, tilting his head as he knowingly looked at where I’d burrowed my fingers into the base of the tree, melding the wood around me so that I could become one with it. “Or are you just pissed?” “I’m always pissed,” I snapped, clenching my teeth together as I sank into that anger. Into the feeling of being so fucking tired of being somebody else’s puppet. If I’d been stronger, I’d have let Gray take my magic and walked away as soon as I had the chance, but I was too afraid to live with the hole inside me. “You wanting to fuck me when I’m afraid doesn’t exactly put me in a good mood.” “I don’t want to fuck you when you’re afraid, wife,” he said, stressing the word. I flinched, as I suspected I would do every time he called me by the term that I was so certain couldn’t be possible. I didn’t pretend to know the intricacies of demon marriage rites, but it seemed like even for the evil creatures from Hell there should have been some level of consent involved. “I want to fuck you when you’re so mad you try to claw my eyes out. I want to fight you, and then I want to fuck you while you direct all that anger toward me.

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

Absolutely not. I will not fuck the murderer.

Maybe then you’ll see me the way you seem inclined to pretend you do.” The smile drifted off my face slowly, leaving me to gape up at him as the meaning of the words struck me in the chest. That guilt resumed its grip on me, and it was only through a careful mask that I brightened my smile all over again even as I dreaded what his admission might mean of what I’d suspected to be interest. Correctly, it seemed. Iban leaned in, touching his lips to my cheek sweetly and lingering just a moment past what was appropriate. “Enjoy your games, Willow, but just know I play to win.

God has nothing to do with the things I’m going to do to you, Witchling,

She made me a god, and her body was my altar.

Nature was constant. It ebbed and flowed, but the force of it always lingered in the earth, waiting for something to draw it to the surface. Waiting for someone to love it so it could meet its full potential.

Because until you’re willing to let me go, you’ll never really have me. You’ll always wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you, if given the chance, and not knowing will haunt you for the rest of your days.

I told you already, Witchling. You aren’t alone anymore.

That they were bodies crafted by the Hecate line, designed to live forever and house the things inside them. Without those Vessels, they burned through human bodies within a year.

Nature was constant. It ebbed and flowed, but the force of it always lingered in the earth, waiting for something to draw it to the surface.

There was the slightest tint of red to the ends, as if she’d dipped them in the blood of her enemies.

I cannot love you in this form,” he said, his voice softening as he took my other hand in his and rested it atop the chest of his other body. His true body. “But I can in my own. Let me love you as you deserve, Witchling.

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.

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.

Desire did not equal love.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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,

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

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

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.

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.

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.

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,

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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

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

I would not let my sex life determine my value.

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

you cannot kill that which is already dead,

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

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

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.