The Blackened Blade Quotes

“Just live the way you want, Red. Whether you're the good guy or the bad guy in someone else's story, everyone becomes a villain at some point. It's only a difference in prospective.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Let them look and talk, but take no shit. Ever.
Don't ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if is forced.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Sometimes freedom means being the bad guy. Sometimes you gotta embrace the darkness they crate in you and make it your own.
Words can hurt, wounds can fester, but even the most broken of bones can heal again, Red.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“You're really not scared, are you?
I can't see even a lick of fear in you, Red... Why is that?
Every pleb in this school turn tail when they see me... Like they can smell the blood and death that surrounds me. But you... You're either completely stupid and bind, or you don't care. See. You're not one of the sheep here, Red. Maybe not quite a wolf yet either... but you're still different.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Did he think I would listen and apologize, complying quietly like the girl of yesterday? Well unfortunately for him, she's no longer here, and he's stuck with me. They all are.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Always give more than you get, Red. If they knock you down once, get back up and bury them.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“I don't listen to shit like that, Red. Petty gossip? I couldn't give two fucks.
The only thing that interests me is blood, blades and my brothers.
You're not like other wimp's here anyway, Red. They're too afraid to move, to bleed, and to be free.
Where's fun in living like that?
Sometimes freedom means being the bad guy. Sometimes you gotta embrace the darkness they crate in you and make it your own.
Words can hurt, wounds can fester, but even the most broken of bones can heal again, Red.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“She made a little addition to Annex’s name on her seat in World History Class. Annex eats dick.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Watching you makes me hungry, Red.” I freeze, my eyes narrowing at his empty plate and back toward my half-eaten steak. I grip my fork and gesture back toward the food queue. “Then go get some.” A wicked smile spreads on his lips. “What I want isn’t on the menu.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“You always call me Red. Red this and Red that... why, it makes no sense! '" she said with panic in her voice,
" It's because... you're everything that colour stands for... and more. Dangerous. Fearless... And a temptation... I shouldn't touch or want... but can't help coming back to... You're the salvation I never knew I needed. My Red" he responded.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Don’t ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if it's forced.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Ah, the jealous type…I like it. I’ll cover up for now.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Little late, aren’t we, Red?” He taps an invisible watch on his wrist. “It's two minutes past ten, but I'm more surprised you can even tell time.” She raises her hands and gives him two thumbs up. “Good job.” Ezra breaks out laughing, and I try to school the chuckle wanting to leave my lips.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“My only true haven and home in this world was him. The only person I could trust, the only one I could truly be at ease with… My world, my ally, my strength…my mate.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Do you have a death wish–” “Death?” A chuckle falls from my lips, surprising even me with its dark tone. “It doesn’t scare me.” I slowly stand, his dark gaze following my every move, seeming ready to pounce if I take one wrong step. “Nothing can anymore. So, get used to my presence, Creed. Because I’m not going anywhere.” I turn around and leave the cafeteria,”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“What's so good about you?” I ask, “I mean, yeah, you're pretty. And maybe you’ve got some sort of power or high status…you may even have a huge dick,” Ezra chokes on the drink he just took a sip of as I continue. “But you're a complete asshole. Any girl having to put up with your shit and insecurities deserves a fucking trophy the size of your ego. Or maybe they don’t make them that big. I don't know.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“If you both want a plaything, you should find it outside of the academy…” He looks me up and down, and if the lasagne wasn’t keeping me busy, I would jump across this table and land my fork square in his”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“I twist away and look toward the fourth and final figure as he sits down, taking the furthest seat from me at the end of the table. He wears a black hoodie under his academy blazer. His hood pulled up partway as a slight tuft of his hair peeks out from under it. It's almost white in colour, and I’m met–for a brief second–with a set of grey-blue eyes that turn away from me almost instantly.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Another small chuckle sounds beside Annex before the figure sits down, and I’m met with two familiar turquoise eyes. “How do you know this crazy asshole?” Ezra slaps Annex on the shoulder, a broad grin on his face. “I knew you had a fighter's spirit, little sea star, but I didn’t know you ran toward the trouble.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Let them look and talk but take no shit. Ever.” A darker grin cuts across his face, a coldness appearing in his eyes as he glances at the rest of the room. No one else notices his change in expression. “Don’t ever let them see you stumble. There's strength in a smile. Even if it's forced.” His gaze meets mine, and whatever he sees has his expression softening. “You seem like a fighter anyway, little sea star.” “Sea star?” My brows scrunch together. Wasn’t that a starfish?”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Who was capable of bringing a beast onto academy grounds? Who had that kind of ability or connections?”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“If by hitting on you, you mean actually wanting to hit you, then yeah, I’ve got it baaad for you.”   He shifts in his seat before glancing at me, a slight tilt to his lips as he bends closer. “Let's keep the foreplay for later, Red.” He pulls himself up a little straighter. “I don’t mind an audience, but,” he side-eyes the rest of the room, “I’d much rather play when it's just you and me.” The grin he gives me is downright sinful”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“You should really stop distracting me with all this flirting, though, Red. Some of us are here to learn. You should pay attention instead of hitting on me.” He glances at me, a shadow of a grin lacing his lips before he schools it. His eyes are then entirely focused on Mr. Finch.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Be careful,” warns Morgan, cutting her off before she can talk. “Don’t say something you’ll regret…or I’ll make you regret saying it.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“I guess I’m not the only one oblivious to the rumours–” I begin before he cuts me off. “I don’t listen to shit like that, Red.” He shakes his head. “Petty gossip?” He scoffs. “I couldn’t give two fucks. The only thing that interests me is blood, blades, and my brothers.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“There, on my ankles, sit a small curved black line with a small crescent shape above them. Bending down, I trace each one with my finger. The colour is the same as the ones on my hips, but the mark is only half the size. I look back and forth between my right and left ankles, both bearing the same black tattoo-like marks. What did they mean? Why were they showing up now? Were there going to be more in the future?”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“His eyes turn into crescents as his grin grows bigger. “Somebody starve you or somethin’, Red?” He chuckles, licking the fry crumbs from his fingers.  A beat of silence drums between us as his chuckling abruptly stops. A cold chill runs up my back as I watch his playful eyes slowly turn into something darker.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“He pulls the seat out in front of me and sits down. “And it's the opposite, Little Red. You're the one in my space.” Little Red? Was he calling me that?”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“Don’t like sharing, Red?” His words tug me out of whatever trance I’m in, as I shake my head. “Not my food.” “So, crazy and possessive. Not qualities most normies want in their partners, Red.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade

“A grunt falls from his lips, his eyes widening before scrunching together in a look of pain. He bends forward, kneeling and hitting the grass below us.”
― Isla Davon, The Blackened Blade