Quotes by Kayla Krantz

You broke the chain, Luna. Of all his victims, you were the only one that ever walked away and he hasn’t forgotten.

There had been trials involving water, a time when witches were persecuted, bound, and tossed into the largest nearby body of water to see if they would sink or swim.

It reminded him of the truth—who he really was, and the fact that no matter how far he ran, his past would be right there with him.

He was an animal. Everyone knows never to corner one thats injured...even if it is just his pride.

Some slight awareness in the back of her mind, beneath the pain, told her she was free.

He was far scarier than any ghost could be. He was real, and he was a monster.

He had never actually said what he hunted, only that he enjoyed it.

Luna had never been good at coping with death. After all she had gone through, she knew she should’ve been trained.But she wasn’t. She was regrettably human.

People fail to realize that horror isn’t just monsters and death. Sometimes, it’s learning to accept the darkness of human nature.

Hes evil, and the only thing that stops evil is death.

Your friend will pay deeply for what he’s done here tonight,” Chance snarled once he wiped off most of the blood. “You can tell him to run as far and as fast as he can, I’ll get him. Just let him know that once this is all over, it’s just gonna be you and me and a world full of corpses.

Theres a thin line between love and hate. Maybe in his mind hes doing the right thing.

Things around here function on lies because if people knew the truth, it wouldnt work.

It seems ironic, expecting the unexpected, like she had fabricated pieces of her story to make it more interesting. Considering my boredom with the current version, I cant imagine the first draft.

Killing is for those with a sick mind.

My mistake was that I didnt kill you.

The moods hes shown me have all been vastly different...as different as summer and winter, sometimes with fall between them.

There are things in this life that you must face alone. Birth is one of them-death is another.

Its one thing to be bitter about the circumstances of your birth, but another to drill your bitterness into the head of someone going through a rough time.

“I want to feel the rush of death, the high of utter nothingness, the fragility of my own mortality. Let it slip through my fingers like sand and when its gone for good, Ill be none the wiser.”