Vicious Fae Quotes

Had he stood outside my door as I'd stood outside his, fists at his sides, lips drawn back? Did it have him as bad as it had me? Was it eating at him, gnawing at him with the same sharp vicious little teeth that wouldn't let me sleep? Yes, it was. I could see the rage of insatiable uninvited lust in every line of that dark, stoic face that had once been too subtly etched for me to read. I wasn't the only one lying awake at night, fevered with memories, tossing, turning, soaking my sheets, burning up--not for Fae sex, but him, damn it all to hell, him.

Anyone can promise me the moon, but I've never seen anyone pull it from the sky.

I can feel your love like a million golden stars in the endless abyss that is me.

Hindsight is a zero-sum game where time is the winner and you’re the loser. Always.

She’s the brightest shining light in the dark. The second star on the right.

Don’t cry, little girl,” he says. “It was a long time ago.”  “Yes, but time means nothing to heartbreak.

I look around the room at the four men before me, on their knees. I love them, each of them, in my own way and they love me in turn. My vicious men. All of them, mine.

Words don’t mean anything. Anyone can promise me the moon, but I’ve never seen anyone pull it from the sky.

am where I have always been, love: at your feet, waiting for you to claim me as your own.

Time means nothing to heartbreak.

I have lived a long time and I’ve seen a great many things, and I can assure you, there is no point in the future where problems do not exist. Where your doubts are no more. Your hardships gone. Where things are easy.

We’re not a pack,” Leon said, waving a hand dismissively. “We’re a pride. But instead of a King with a bunch of lionesses we have a Queen with a bunch of Lions.” “I’m not a fucking Lion,” Ryder disagreed. “You are. You’re Scar, Dante’s Mufasa and I’m Simba and Gabe is…Zazu.

For everyone who hates the word cock— I have devastating news.

I think you care very little,” she goes on, “because you think that keeps you safe. If you care for very little, you have very little to lose.

Let’s dry our eyes and go murder our mother.

Hate breaks hearts. Love reinforces them.

Words don’t mean anything. Anyone can promise me the moon, but I’ve never seen anyone pull it from the sky.

I needed to kill someone. Most likely that piece of shit Mufasa. Then Inferno. Then the peacock.

He laughed. “In your dreams, Noxy.” A grin pulled at my mouth. “Only in yours, Orion. Or should I call you Orio?

I might have been his angel once. But even angels fall…

You will always be someone else’s villain, whether you deserve the title or not. Your duty is to ensure their hate is unjustified.

I’m no artist, but I’m an expert at violence and I will paint a fucking masterpiece with your blood.

Apparently us Darlings have a thing for morally grey assholes with rock-hard abs and cunning good looks.

We were supposed to be her knights, princes of the fae. Instead, we are erased.

The love of one’s fate. Sometimes I think about those words. It takes just one decision. It may seem small at the time or inconsequential. But that one small decision can change the course of everything.

Look closely but keep your wits as wide as the horizon. Carry a weapon but keep your heart open.

Lose your path. Find your way.

You said that in my world, you’d be called a fairy. What do they call you here?” “Fae is a better word.

As much as we’re all jumping for joy at the return of The Lion King, I think we should be focusing on the plan,

P.S. I love that you still wear your necklace. I imagine you keeping it on at night when you torture me. I’ll make sure you keep it on when I torture you.

A decree has been issued by the king that all male presenting citizens of the Mountain Kingdom with blond hair must shave their heads until after he and his chosen mate are wed.

You are everything I need and better than anything I ever wanted.

Who eats dry-ass porridge oats? He’s like a sad, starving little racoon. By choice.

I don’t care what he says. He definitely has daddy energy.

party and I was determined to have a simple night without drama and filled with fun.

A grin pulled at my mouth. “Only in yours, Orion. Or should I call you Orio?

But what if you forget yourself? Who you were and who you wanted to be?

You are vicious enough to brave the dark that hides in me and find it beautiful.

Stop threatening to kill people,” she whisper-yelled, calming slightly at his touch. “You can’t murder someone for not liking me. You would likely have no kingdom left.” He straightened and shrugged. “It would be easier to manage.

Where did she touch me?” he repeated, punctuating every word as he held out his arms. “I was distracted. Show me exactly where.” Her eyes turned to slits. “This isn’t a fucking joke, Rennick.” “I’m not laughing, love.” Annoyance pulled at her mouth. “Your right arm.” “Where on my right arm?” She stared for a moment and touched his upper arm lightly. “Here.” Leaning down, he removed a dagger from his boot, held it against his skin, and sliced downward, flicking his wrist outward to remove a thin layer of skin.

Which means becoming the Nala to my Simba.” “Nala ends up married to Simba. I don’t know what kind of fantasies you’ve been having about me, but I can assure you that outcome is not in your future,” Ryder said. “I knew you loved this movie,” Leon called triumphantly. “Do you need a tissue for when Mufasa dies or do you just let the tears flow free?

It asks permission, which makes it the sweetest, sexiest touch I’ve ever known.

ran my tongue up one side of his face. And I’d licked him too. Which made him mine.

All the best people are at least a little odd,” I pointed out and he smirked.

Mi fai venire voglia di dimenticare l'affare che ho fatto, bella,

It’s one thing to figure out the truth. It’s another to hear it spoken. And it’s a whole other thing to accept it.

IF YOU ARE LOOKING FOR A LITERARY MASTERPIECE, THIS MIGHT NOT BE FOR YOU.

Did you know I can feel you touch yourself at night? It took me a few times to realize what you were doing. Do you think about me when you do?

Would you be sad if something happened to him? I wouldn’t.

Orion turned his back on him, pointing at Gabriel. “I didn’t catch your name.” “Gabriel Nox,” he said, smiling. Actually fucking smiling.

You will always be someone else’s villain, whether you deserve the title or not.

Every male presenting fae with blond hair, line up on the right side of the arena,

You were wearing long sleeves,

Amelia jolted. “Gods.” “Not even they can save you from me, love. Don’t bother calling for them now.

Seeing your perfect hand in his unworthy one made me murderous, little mate.

He would have extra coats and blankets stashed around the palace, just in case.

Goodbye Leon,” I breathed. “Until we meet again beyond the veil…

Are you with me?” Leon demanded again. “Always,” I replied fiercely.

You can do this, she told herself, just ask him. If he said no, she would run away and start a new life somewhere warm.

Darling, did you ever in your wildest dreams imagine you’d get fucked by four men at once?” Her answer is breathy but excited. “It was on my bucket list.

And thinking about his mouth being wicked makes my insides clench up with excitement. “She’s already thinking about getting fucked,” Vane says. “Hey! Quit reading my mind.

There is no place for her here.

Swallow your food before you choke on it.” I do and then, “So it’s okay to choke on Lost Boy cock, but not chicken and biscuits?

The guy was the definition of a loner, so if his Mate showed up it was going to be an empty room.

Hindsight is a zero-sum game where time is the winner and you're the loser. Always.

Gabriel groaned like he was having heart failure and I clenched my jaw. I’d take your place in a second, assbird.

Non ho mai desiderato nessuno come te,

You’re the one person who could make me smile even when I thought that I was broken beyond repair. You’re the one who saw exactly who I was and what I needed and never questioned it or judged me for it.

Do not take this book too seriously, as it was written to be a fun, quick read with a bit of “that’s fucked up” thrown into the mix. There is a 50/50 chance you’ll have a good time reading it. Good luck.

I am not good. My soul is not beautiful or bright or even a shade of gray. It is an unforgiving inferno, and if our people refuse to accept you as their queen, they will burn their way into the afterlife.

Everyone has a moral line they won’t cross.” His chest heaved, and Amelia braced a trembling hand against his chest. “I don’t need a line to know what’s considered good or bad, but if I did, there isn’t a line I wouldn’t cross for you.” He lowered himself and brushed his lips against hers. “I will write your name on my chest with the blood of any man who tries to covet what is meant to be ours. Innocent or not.

Besides, I’d pay any price it cost to get the answers I needed, so putting myself in danger wasn’t really a factor. And it wasn’t like I had to worry about dying and leaving some poor family member bereft. I didn’t have anyone left who cared about me like that now anyway.

And if you care about our girl as much as you should then you should want to make her happy. Which means becoming the Nala to my Simba.” “Nala ends up married to Simba. I don’t know what kind of fantasies you’ve been having about me, but I can assure you that outcome is not in your future,” Ryder said.

This is what it’s like, wanting to holler in joy, cry in relief, and scream in terror. I’m thrilled, and I’m awed, and I’m scared. Nobody can hold me down, because I’m a shooting star, and I’m a cyclone, with nature wrapping itself around me. And this moment is a dream, and it’s real, and it’s temporary, and it’ll last forever.

How humbling, overwhelming, exciting to realize what an infinite plain the world is, to touch that infinity without boundaries or borders. You cannot help but explore the land from this impossible prospect and wonder...” That if the land is this limitless, we could be, too. Our journeys never end, and that’s distressing as much as a comfort.

This house is massive,” Cherry explains. “You’re staying in what’s known as the loft. Vane, Kas, and Bash live up there. The rest of the Lost Boys live on the main floor. There are a lot. I honestly can’t even tell you how many.” “But where do they come from?” She shrugs. “From town. From your world. From Hook’s side. Lots of places. Lost Boys are just misfits, the ones who don’t belong or who never wanted to grow up.” “Do they have magic too?” “Not usually, no. Pan doesn’t let the fae in. Bash and Kas are an exception.

The blood-soaked cloth tied around his arm made the wound look worse than it was. “It was only the skin.” She bent over and put her hands on her knees, gagging again. When she’d finally regained control of herself, she straightened. “Why in the seven rings of hell would you do that?” Rennick stepped into her space and wrapped his hand around her nape. “There is no longer any part of my body she has touched.” He kissed her forehead and felt her fury and jealousy dissolve. “You were wearing long sleeves,” she croaked. “She didn’t touch your skin.” He shrugged. “I’ll burn the shirt, too.” “Why is that attractive?” she muttered quietly, eliciting a wide smile from him.

This is not your typical fantasy romance novel in the way that there is minimal world building, no overarching background plot, and no big villain. The plot focuses solely on the romance between the two main characters because it is a romance book. If you’re thinking, “There’s no way someone could write a fantasy romance book without a fantasy plot,” you’re wrong. I can, and I did. The main characters make a few morally black choices in the name of protecting their relationship (never toward each other), and at some point you might think, “That might be too far.” Do not take this book too seriously, as it was written to be a fun, quick read with a bit of “that’s fucked up” thrown into the mix. There is a 50/50 chance you’ll have a good time reading it. Good luck.

When you lived in the human world, you had legends of the dread beasts and faeries who would slaughter you if they ever breached the wall, didn’t you? Things that slithered through open windows to drink the blood of children? Things that were so wicked, so cruel there was no hope against their evil?” The hair on her neck rose. “Yes.” Those stories had always unnerved and petrified her. “They were based on truth. Based on ancient, near-primordial beings who existed here before the High Fae split into courts, before the High Lords. Some call them the First Gods. They were beings with almost no physical form, but a keen, vicious intelligence. Humans and Fae alike were their prey. Most were hunted and driven into hiding or imprisonment ages ago. But some remained, lurking in forgotten corners of the land.” He swallowed another mouthful. “When I was nearing three hundred years old, one of them appeared again, crawling out of the roots of a mountain. Before he went into the Prison and confinement weakened him, Lanthys could turn into wind and rip the air from your lungs, or turn into rain and drown you on dry land; he could peel your skin from your body with a few movements. He never revealed his true form, but when I faced him, he chose to appear as swirling mist. He fathered a race of faeries that still plague us, who thrived under Amarantha’s reign—the Bogge. But the Bogge are lesser, mere shadows compared to Lanthys. If there is such a thing as evil incarnate, it is him. He has no mercy, no sense of right or wrong. There is him, and there is everyone else, and we are all his prey. His methods of killing are creative and slow. He feasts on fear and pain as much as the flesh itself.” Her blood chilled. “How did you trap such a thing?” Cassian tapped a spot on his neck where a scar slashed beneath his ear. “I quickly learned I could never beat him in combat or magic. Still have the scar here to prove it.” Cassian smiled faintly. “So I used his arrogance against him. Flattered and taunted him into trapping himself in a mirror bound with ash wood. I bet him the mirror would contain him—and Lanthys bet wrong. He got out of the mirror, of course, but by that time, I’d dumped his miserable self into the Prison.

Behold, the power of a wounded ego.

It’s Fae on Fae, man, what are you thinking?” he asked with a frown and I could only glower as I looked back to the fight, forcing myself to remain still. It might have made me ache to hold back but he was right, I couldn’t get involved in a fight between two Fae. And if it had been anyone else, I never would have considered it. But Roxy always made me want to break the rules. “You jumped up, crown touting, cock sucking, whore!” Mildred slammed her fist into Roxy’s face again, not even bothering to use magic as she screamed insults in her face which included way too many references to me being her beloved. “What’s the matter, Mildred?” Roxy snarled. “Is it just that you can’t suck cock properly with that mis-matched jaw of yours or is it that you know Darius is only marrying you because his father is forcing him to?” “When I take my beloved to the bedroom he will be screaming so loudly that he won’t even remember the name Vega!” Mildred howled as she punched Roxy again. “Yeah, screaming in horror,” Roxy spat and I almost fucking laughed aside from the fact that she was about to get her face smashed in by that beast of a girl. “We’ll see if he’s so tempted by you when I’m done pulverising that pretty face of yours and I cut your perky tits off for good measure!” Mildred howled. “Not the tits!” Tyler Corbin gasped from the other side of the crowd as he filmed the whole thing. My heart pounded. Roxy might have been tough, but Mildred was four times the size of her. She needed to fight back with magic if she was going to stand a chance, but as she swung her head forward and cracked the bridge of Mildred’s nose with a savage headbutt, I got the feeling she wasn’t going to use it. Roxy swung a fist into Mildred’s throat to follow it before driving her knee up between her legs as hard as she could. “Ooo right in the vag!” Tyler called and a laugh caught in my throat. “Yes, Tor!” Darcy screamed as she pushed her way to the front of the crowd. “Show her how we fight where we come from!” As Mildred reared back, Roxy lunged forward, rolling them over so that she was on top before swinging her fists down into Mildred’s ugly face with a brutality that made my heart race. She was wild and vicious, blood pissing down her face from her own injuries as she used my stolen rings to batter Mildred again and again. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t end up with Dragons imprinted all over her face from her own injuries as she used my stolen rings to batter Mildred again and again. I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t end up with Dragons imprinted all over her face from the shape of the jewellery. Mildred gave as good as she got, punching Roxy in the sides, the chest, even trying to bite her fist as she punched her. “Holy shit,” Seth breathed as he nuzzled against my arm. “This would be so hot if it wasn’t, you know, Mildred. But if I imagine her being literally any other girl then I’d be so turned on right now.” I swallowed a lump in my throat as I refused to agree out loud, but he was right. There was something about Roxy as she fought like that, her lip curled back with determination and absolutely no mercy in her. They might have been fighting like mortals having a bar brawl, but with a crown on her head and blood painting her flesh, I didn’t think she’d ever looked more like the Savage King’s daughter before. She really was a Fae Princess. And I liked it. Mildred cursed and screamed, throwing fists like sledgehammers so hard that I was pretty sure I heard ribs cracking, but Roxy wasn’t going to give in. She swung her arm back one final time and with a scream of rage, she hit Mildred so hard in her pug face that she blacked out. A laugh tumbled from my lips before I could stop it and Roxy looked up at me with a wild determination in her eyes as she grinned like a damn warrior. (Darius POV)

Never King. Never King. Given light, trapped in the dark.

All that time I spent down there with the spirits of the lagoon, you hear many curious things about myths and men, and men who think they are myths.

She was the King of Hybern’s most lethal general—she fought on the front lines, slaughtering humans and any High Fae and faeries who dared defend them. But she had a younger sister, Clythia, who fought at her side, as vicious and wretched as she … until Clythia fell in love with a mortal warrior. Jurian.” Alis loosed a shaking sigh. “Jurian commanded mighty human armies, but Clythia still secretly sought him out, still loved him with an unrelenting madness. She was too blind to realize that Jurian was using her for information about Amarantha’s forces. Amarantha suspected, but could not persuade Clythia to leave him—and could not bring herself to kill him, not when it would cause her sister such pain.” Alis clicked her tongue and began opening the cabinets, scanning their ravaged insides. “Amarantha delighted in torture and killing, and yet she loved her sister enough to stay her hand.

I will pick her over Tilly and the fae court. I will pick Darling over my own wings because with her I am already flying. She is mine and I am hers.

I think you care very little,” she goes on, “because you think that keeps you safe. If you care for very little, you have very little to lose.” A knot forms between my shoulder blades, making me shift again. “But you know what?” Smee says. “Caring for so little means that when you actually do care, losing it has a much higher cost.

No,” I tell him. “You thought it would be easy. You thought you would arrive at some point in your future where your troubles melted away. It’s a trap, Peter Pan. I have lived a long time and I’ve seen a great many things, and I can assure you, there is no point in the future where problems do not exist. Where your doubts are no more. Your hardships gone. Where things are easy. “There is no point in the future where it doesn’t hurt right here”—I tap at my chest—“when something you love breaks or abandons you. There is only now and what you do with that now.

Because I’m a possessive prick,” I tell her. “I don’t even have to like the thing. Or the girl, as the case may be. What’s mine is mine, and once it’s mine, it cannot be someone else’s.

Che le stelle ti proteggano,

They were based on truth. Based on ancient, near-primordial beings who existed here before the High Fae split into courts, before the High Lords. Some call them the First Gods. They were beings with almost no physical form, but a keen, vicious intelligence. Humans and Fae alike were their prey. Most were hunted and driven into hiding or imprisonment ages ago. But some remained, lurking in forgotten corners of the land.” He swallowed another mouthful. “When I was nearing three hundred years old, one of them appeared again, crawling out of the roots of a mountain. Before he went into the Prison and confinement weakened him, Lanthys could turn into wind and rip the air from your lungs, or turn into rain and drown you on dry land; he could peel your skin from your body with a few movements. He never revealed his true form, but when I faced him, he chose to appear as swirling mist. He fathered a race of faeries that still plague us, who thrived under Amarantha’s reign—the Bogge. But the Bogge are lesser, mere shadows compared to Lanthys. If there is such a thing as evil incarnate, it is him. He has no mercy, no sense of right or wrong. There is him, and there is everyone else, and we are all his prey. His methods of killing are creative and slow. He feasts on fear and pain as much as the flesh itself.

A long, vicious scar cut across Deirdre’s face, narrowly missing her left eye. It was raised, stark white against her brown skin, and flowed from her tightly curling black hair to her slender, lovely jaw. Her round dark eyes, framed by a thick sweep of lashes that made them seem even rounder, were wide but determined as she said, “We hope we are not too late.” All of them looked to Nesta. But she wasn’t the leader here. She threw Cassian a glance, and he gave her a shrug as if to say, I’m just the instructor. Another scar flowed down Deirdre’s neck, disappearing beneath her robe. For such scars to exist on a High Fae at all suggested an event of such violence, such horror, that Nesta’s stomach clenched. But she stepped toward the priestess. “We were just starting.

Che diavolo è successo, amore mio?

La vita è stata cattiva con te, amore mio,

Godiamoci questa pace finché dura,

He’s majestic. He’s elegant. He’s dead meat.

If he doesn’t fix this, I’m going to scream.

I hate him. I hate him so much, I want it written on my tombstone.

Kismet was the first scientist to shine a clearer light on the Star Bond we know the least about. The Elysian Mate bond, whereby two soul mates find each other and are tested by the stars to show their devotion to one another. This seems to have little to no pattern. For example…” The Pisces constellation lit above us then Sagittarius followed.

Kismet tried to answer just that by comparing other Star Bonds to the Elysian Mate bond. For example, Astral Adversaries – who are mortal enemies driven together by the stars to clash over and over – have been known to be asked a question of fate too.

Ryder!” I demanded and the blind whipped up. I locked eyes with my enemy and his face contorted into a sneer a second before he spotted Elise in my arms. “I need your help.