Fantasy Romance Books Quotes

“Fate isn't set in stone. Free will can change everything”
― A.J. Messenger, Guardian

“Why didn't you come to me last night?” she whispered.
The question took him by surprise and he wasn't prepared to provide her with an answer while he was caught by the sapphire of her eyes.
She lifted a finger to his face, and every muscle in him relaxed as she traced it over his cheek. It was as though his body was reminded of when she had healed him—that perfect moment when her eyes came back to him and after he had shared the memory of his weakest moment.
“It's not enough,” she mumbled. “The time that you spend with me isn't enough, Malloron. I feel…” Her palm pressed against his cheek and Malloron didn't need to wait for her to continue, he could feel it in the bond. He simply drew her into his arms.
The moment their bodies touched, the bond trembled inside his chest, stirring deep within him, a strange hope blooming. He pulled her against him and began to purr for her, his deep satisfaction of touching and holding her saturating every single vibration that rocked through his chest.”
― Zoey Ellis, Reign to Rule

“Whether he called himself a Devil or not, he had quickly turned into her angel. Perhaps she was becoming his, too.”
― Kayla Edwards, City of Gods and Monsters

“You used to scare me, Draven,” I whispered, skimming my fingers over the back of his neck.
He was quiet for a moment. “I know. But I was never your prison. Never your captor. All I've ever wanted was to be your protector. Your sanctuary.”
My heart flipped over in my chest.
Draven reached out a hand and caressed my hair. “I saw you, and I wanted to consume you. Like a fire that would only burn for me.”
― Briar Boleyn, Empress of Fae

“Hesitantly, he brushed back a few errant strands of her hair, his hand resting along the side of her face. "You have no idea how much I wish I could change thing."

"I think I might," she whispered.

His gaze dropped to her lips, causing her heart to race even faster. When he lowered his head, she held her breath, the memories of their first and only kiss flooding her, a kiss that seemed like it was a lifetime ago. She wanted to experience that again, to feel his lips on hers. She held perfectly still as he closed the distance between them, her breath catching.

When his lips pressed against hers, his touch was soft, exquisite and tender, stirring a fire within her that she had never felt before. She pressed herself closer to him as he worked a hand into her hair.

She wanted more of him. More of the precious connection between them that made her blood heat even as it filled her with an indescribable rightness. But almost as soon as their exploration of one another had begun, he pulled away, his breathing ragged and his expression pained.

"I can't," he softly said, his voice coming out strangled. "I'm sorry. I just... I can't do this.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“Don't let your prejudice blind your judgement, brother.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Hunter: Tales of Pern Coen

“The matter both intrigued and unsettled him : would both their fires keep burning bright, or would they suffocate each other, consuming all and everything around them?

(...)

Lee was something else, more than a simple fire; she burned like a shooting star. Enflamed, consumed from within, drifting along and brightening the horizon. Lee was as stubborn, loyal and driven as he was... lonely, yet, surrounded by people they loved, individuals who fueled their fires, gave them a reason to shine. Does fire burn fire? Could they learn to become one giant pyre?”
― Myosotis, Hexes and exes

“It was Draven. He’d come up behind me. I jumped for a second time that morning, unable to help myself, then glared up at him. “How did you even do that?”
“I have the ears of an exmoor and the tread of a fenrir,” he said with a smirk.
“I’d say comparing yourself to wild animals was fitting, except the exmoor seems highly intelligent,” I muttered.”
― Briar Boleyn, Queen of Roses

“I let my eyelids fall closed. In my mind, Draven’s voice rang out over and over, shouting my name. His voice was more powerful than the sea. More primordial than the stars. My name was on his lips as he promised unspeakable darkness to any who came between us.”
― Briar Boleyn, Queen of Roses

“Be everything you truly are. That’s all I’ll ever ask of you, my silver one.”
― Briar Boleyn, Knight of the Goddess

“She slowly turned around, placing her hands on the handle behind her, and inadvertently knocking the heavy, wooden door with her foot. She lifted her stunning eyes to his, seeming to see clear through him, hitting his heart, then deeper to the center of his soul. He wondered what she saw there, perhaps a dark shadow lurking in the midst.”
― Madison Thorne Grey, Sevin

“He was by far the fiercest, most ruggedly handsome, yet, formidable man she had ever laid eyes on. She couldn’t stop staring at him. He had dark brown hair which skimmed his shoulders, a short-haired beard around his lips and chin, and gorgeous greenish-blue eyes that reminded her of the sea. There was something dangerously wicked about the look of his face, and she half expected him to yell for his men to batten down the hatches or swab the deck.”
― Madison Thorne Grey, Sorrah

“Somewhere in the far away distance, the briny, laughing sees of Cadoett rejoiced with a new heart-filled tune and beckoned sleepy eternity. Like intrepid, passionate sailors, two new lovers boldly faced everlasting, silver oceans of unfathomable mystique and sailed away toward love’s sweet shores.”
― Ella Rose Carlos, A Long Lost Fantasy

“Heat traveled up his spine and he resisted the urge to pull her closer. She surprised him over and over today. But this, this swirling tension, that tightened and curled each time she touched him surprised him the most.
She wasn’t supposed to kiss like that.”
― Ainsley Wynter, Once Upon a Princess

“His last thoughts were that she had perhaps somehow bewitched him. For he could not fathom the woman who had saved his life and brought him into her home being the same woman who had tried to kill Geraint.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Successor: Tales of Pern Coen

“He watched her again while she worked, his gaze unnervingly intense. Once the tea was steeped, she walked back over with it, passing him the mug.

“Here,” she said. “This will help.”

He nodded slowly, taking it from her as she sat down in a nearby chair. “You’re not what I expected.”

“Let me guess.” She raised a brow, trying to feign indifference. “You expected the woman who sold her soul to Pysgod, becoming so cursed that she could not even bear her own children and then, in her rage, tried to murder the Ri of Ceffyl?”

He cleared his throat, dropping his gaze to the floor. “Something like that.”

“Be careful when you only hear the word of one man.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Successor: Tales of Pern Coen

“You have bewitched me," he whispered, his hands coming to rest on her waist. "In mind, body, and spirit.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Successor: Tales of Pern Coen

“Are you alright?" he asked.

"I'm fine," she said, letting out a noisy breath. "I'm just winded, I'm not that fragile."

"You've never been fragile," he replied, holding her gaze. "But something is bothering you."

She shook her head, biting her lip as she stared down at her boots. "I'm fine, Niall."

"You're certain?"

"I'm certain."

He dared to risk taking a few steps closer to her. trying to calm his pounding heart as he took her hands in his. "Are you sure this is what you want?"

She looked away, a sad smile crossing her face. "I don't even know what I want anymore."

A lump settled in his throat. He should leave, shouldn't press whatever was still between them, but he couldn't. Not while looking at the pained expression on her face.

"You know that I'm always here for you," he said, inwardly chastising himself for his foolishness as soon as the words slipped out.

She held his gaze, a haunted look in her eyes. "Are you?"

The simple question cut him to his core, leaving behind a physical ache, one that grew when he thought of how much he hadn't been there for her, not like he had wanted to be. Not like he had hoped.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“Whatever Niall was, whatever he had done, he didn't deserve to be murdered in cold blood.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“The door opened to reveal Odran on the other side. His hair was slightly tousled and he still looked half asleep, blinking rapidly as he looked down at her.

"Well," he said. "This is a surprise. Is this a personal or professional visit?"

"Professional." She held up her hand with a tentative smile. "I'm afraid I require your services."

He leaned against the door frame, flashing her a smile that reminded her far too much of Niall.

"Why, Ciara," he said, "if you wanted to see me that badly, all you had to do was ask.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“You are anything but weak; do not let them make you think otherwise.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Huntress: Tales of Pern Coen

“He turned on his heel, calling to Rhew as he hurried down the shadowy hallway. The wolf trotted along to catch up with him, but he wasn't fast enough. An all too familiar voice called his name. A voice he had always struggled to say no to.

Taking a deep breath, he turned and faced Ciara. Longing and heartache warred within him at the sight of her, leaving his chest tight. She was wearing a light green, gauzy gown, the color reminding him of the young grass that would blanket the valleys every spring. Her dark hair had been piled on top of her head, a few wavy locks left down to frame her face, while her diamond studded hair pins glittered in the torch light. She was breathtaking and he was caught in her gaze, unable to look away.

"Maura said you weren't feeling well," she said, her movements tentative as she closed the distance between them.

He cleared his throat, wetting his lips. "Yes, I... the afternoon took much out of me."

She tilted her head to the side, her full lips pursing. His gaze dropped to them, his breath hitching.

Lips that you have no business focusing on, he reminded himself, slightly shaking his head.

"But you're feeling better now?" she asked.

"Considerably." He paused, glancing behind her to see if anyone was coming up the steps. "Is dinner over already?"

She looked away, biting her lip and fidgeting with her pearl bracelet.

"I left early," she answered. "I found that I wasn't quite up to the company."

Her words were hollow, leaving a dull ache in his chest.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“Nonsense," Brynn waved her off, "You'll be family soon enough. Come, have a seat. Odran and Doran and working and I sent Macsen to the market with Quinn, so I'm afraid you'll only have me for company."

"You're always my favorite company," Niall said with a cheeky grin. "And my favorite aunt."

Brynn rolled her eyes, but the amusement in her expression made Ciara want to laugh.

"I'm your only aunt," she said, swatting lightly at him.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“Do you ever wish things could be different?" she asked, fidgeting with her reins.

His heart began to race, a jolt passing through his body as part of him longed to cling to the few shreds of hope he had left. "Sometimes. Do you ever wish that?"

"I feel like I find myself wishing for it far too often lately," she said, her voice so soft that he had to strain to hear it.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Betrayer: Tales of Pern Coen

“Goodnight," he awkwardly told her.

She didn't respond. Her eyes opened and she looked intently out the dark window as he turned to the door where Dai waited.

"Are you going to kill me?" she asked softly.

Conor grimaced; of course she had overheard their conversation. He kept his back to her, resting a hand on the door. Every time he entertained the thought, he went back to the conversation with Idris before the older man had left for Vara. Idris had ardently argued that if he could win the loyalty of his daughter, it would be certain to change the tide of the war. Conor glanced back at her, noticing the fear in her blue eyes--- eyes that reminded him of Idris.

"No," he quietly said before exiting the room, the door banging shut behind him.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Hunter: Tales of Pern Coen

“As she placed the stack near the other clothing, she glanced over her shoulder to see Brynn fiddling with the end of her braid.

"Rhiannon, I don't mean to pry, but would you like some help with your hair?"

Rhiannon sent her a wry, half smile. "It's that noticeable, is it?"

"Well," Brynn paused, dipping her chin as she shoved her hands in her pockets, "not really... mostly."

"I'm hopeless, you can say it," Rhiannon laughed. "Yes, please, I would appreciate any help you can give. My handmaidens always took care of such things and I never had any sense to learn to do it myself.”
― Hannah E. Carey, The Hunter: Tales of Pern Coen

“His lips were sweet. Like rich honeyed-wine. Like the tang of wild berries. Like nothing I'd ever tasted before.
His mouth was gentle but persistent, coaxing my lips apart as his tongue swept inside me, tasting, exploring.
I moaned against his lips. My body was on fire. I gripped his shoulders as we kissed and felt his hands move to my hips, encircling my waist and pulling me closer against him until there was no space between us left.
The heat of his body against mine was a tantalizing lure. The kiss promised endless possibilities that made me dizzy to envision. I wanted to fall to the forest floor and pull him down with me.”
― Briar Boleyn, Queen of Roses

“Mr. Black held Iris silently as they watched the sun rise high in the sky through the windows. Iris’ hair had mostly dried, and Mr. Black’s suit was all that remained damp.”
― Abby McCormick, Eyes of Black: An Elemental Romance

“I wasn’t going to let his bluntness sting me again. “I see. Well, I wasn’t about to run up and down the hall screaming that I was a lost princess in need of saving, don’t worry.”
I could save myself, thank you very fucking much.”
― Briar Boleyn, Court of Claws

“When you're with me, you're not someone else. You're not a girl who needs coddling or saving, you hear me?”
― Sarah Zimm, Every Dark Shadow