Savage Short Aesthetic Quotes Novels & Stories

The night seems to embrace them in its warm cocoon, the crackling flames casting flickering shadows that dance in time with the ethereal melody lingering in the air. Savage's presence was like a balm to their souls, a soothing salve that heals wounds they hadn't even realized were there. As she stands before us, radiant and resplendent, her beauty seems to glow from within, illuminating the darkness that has haunted our hearts for so long. Each of us feels a profound sense of peace settle over us, a peace that whispers of homecoming and reunion. “Savage,” Adrian murmurs, his voice husky with emotion. “I never stopped loving you, not for a single moment.”

I thought I could survive him. But no one survives Zane Wilde. Not untouched. Not unchanged. I was supposed to guard my heart. But love doesn’t follow rules. Now I’m left piecing together what’s left of me while he walks away untouched—like he never bled me dry. He left a ruin where my heart used to be. A story where silence should have been. And still… I’d choose him all over again. Because that’s the thing about savage love— It doesn’t ask for permission.

“And kill the enemy. But don’t you fucking dare injure one of my mates, or I will peel the flesh from your spine and drag your skeletons out of your bodies whilst you’re still alive to feel every agonizing moment of it. Do you understand?” He was just as savage as his mates, he thought and wondered if he was wrong. If it wasn’t newborn enthusiasm for power and war that inspired the bloodlust – but being a hybrid. He was almost embarrassed by the words that had leaped out of his mouth. He was a warrior. He had been a king. He was not a savage. But those words had been those of a savage. He didn’t regret them. Maybe the time had come to be a savage. Maybe his mates were right, and he was too h

Trying to hold a human is like trying to keep a tiger in a cage. Sure you can do it, but part of a tiger’s wonder is it’s viciousness, it’s ownership of the subtropical jungles, it’s eyes like fire burning like torches into the night. The tiger strong claws and fierce teeth inspire fear, when you look into those yellow eyes, you remember that you are only human after all. It is a savage beauty. And so is the human spirit. Can you ever real cage a human? Can you ever enslave another soul without taking away from its beauty?

Not that I’m ungrateful but if one man can do this much damage, what does he need assistance defeating. “You’ll see.” Savage gave an uncharacteristic grin. Disseus didn’t appreciate his cryptic demeanor, but he was too thankful just now to object. However, he did note the broad grin on the generally severe, assassin’s face. “You seem unusually cheerful...” “I love killing Cimmerii.” Savage grinned. Revealing vibrant white teeth. “Can’t ever get enough of it. And you rarely see a cluster like that.” He was nearly beaming. “They’re after her.” Disseus pointed with sheath toward Nim.

“Why in the world are you having the security guard drag Ms. Savage away?” The girl behind the lecturn sticks to her guns–like a complete idiot. “She said her name was Ace Average,” she says with great insistence that she doesn’t have a hearing–or understanding–problem. “I most certainly did not!” I pull with all my might against the security guard’s grip and manage to get my arm free. “I am A. Savage, owner of Savage Enterprises, and I have never been so humiliated in my life!” That’s true–A. Savage has never been this humiliated before. Anna Young? Well, this doesn’t even come close to the most humiliated she’s ever been–and by the very woman I’m now relying on to help me.

“It’s meant to look like rogues. It’s a smokescreen. Someone—something—wants us chasing our tails while they move in the shadows.” Lucia let out a soft laugh, leaning back in her chair. “Or maybe you’ve been reading too many spy novels. Rogues are rogues. Savage, bloodthirsty, and incapable of anything resembling a plan. End of story.” Erika watched the exchange, her chest tightening as the word "savage" lingered in the air. She thought of the nomadic rogues her parents had welcomed in Black Lake. They had been tough, yes, but also kind in their own way. Her mother’s words echoed in her mind: “One’s blood does not make a person good or bad—it’s the purity of one’s heart that matters.”

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’s your perfect escape. These people don’t deserve you. Why not go where you’d be welcomed and maybe even cherished?” I scoffed. “That Academy? Where everyone’s obsessed with orgies and threesomes?” “Didn’t you say you liked it hard?” I groaned. That was one of those things I’d stupidly said once—just to sound tough. I had ash-blonde hair with purple and pink streaks. Always wore dark eyeliner. Multiple piercings. Cross and butterfly tattoos scattered over my skin. I didn’t do girly. I didn’t wear color. I was always in black, always found with bikers and rogues, clubbing till sunrise, drinking like my liver signed a waiver.

“Humans speak of lost innocence, deflowered by the cold hand of fate. But what if you wound yourself? Is it so sick, to cut your skin and dream of seeing the viscera beneath, to want to know the darkest parts of you? To own your suffering.” “Yes! You need a doctor. That, a shrink, and a nice long vacation from Reaping.” Bile rose in my throat. “Oh, Samael. Dear mother of god. You've disgusted me before, but this? This is...” I couldn't find the words to convey my disgust. “Why would you do that?” “I was in shadow too long.” “Then go to Hawaii. Don't mutilate yourself-”

They were actually entertaining this. “You guys are insane,” I muttered, “Completely, absolutely, certifiably insane.” “You need to be taught a lesson, Elara. So you never think of running again.” Lucien's voice was deep. “I didn’t run!” I snapped. “Thinking is not doing! That’s like arresting someone for dreaming they robbed a bank!” Lucien’s voice came low and sharp. “Drop the attitude. It won’t do you any good.” “Don’t worry, darling. We won’t hurt you.” Caelum added.