Blood Meridian War Quote Novels & Stories

The embers glowed orange. I watched them. I thought about the recording. The way my own voice had filled that room. The way her face had stayed still while mine had cracked. But I still couldn't get the missing document out of my head. The cut-off access. The war had already begun without me. I watched the last ember collapse into ash. A slow smile spread across my face. "Dead women become martyrs." The fire was almost going off. "I want her alive." I crouched in front of the dying flames.

it was an ice demon who talked, "We are at war, and wars come with casualties, my lady had made her decision, fulfilled her part, now it is time to make yours, Now or never..." "Very well... " Henry swallowed the heavy, bitter lump that gathered in his throat, hoping he will not regret this more than he already did, with one last sigh he ripped his eyes off that painful spot, looking back at the waiting commanders.... "Make it rain, Both ice and fire...."

“LET THIS BE A LESSON TO ANYONE THAT WANTS TO GO AGAINST ME. I do not raise weak men; we will fight for blood. For revolution and war.” There was silence at first, then all at once I heard a chorus of voices. “FOR BLOOD!” “FOR REVOLUTION!” “FOR WAR!”

Morgane bowed her head and sang in that very same terrible tongue. "I call the old. I call the broken. I call the blood once spilled in vain." "Arise, warriors of forgotten hate. March, avengers of vengeance unclaimed." And they listened. Deep across the mountains, in the sanctuary, the fires burned in the war room. Vera let go of the relic she held. Rhovan drew his sword instinctively. Emereah halted. Lunareth, cradled against her chest, suddenly screamed. She wasn't awake.

And then everything would be really over. They swam for hours, not stopping to rest. Time was too precious to waste and every second counted. Melody swam in front of them, navigating the way back to the shores of Red City. [Are you worried?],Xavier asked her telepathically. [A lot],Serena replied him. [I feel like I won't succeed in this war. I'm so scared that I'll fail. I already failed Kendrick by getting marked by the mer king. Now I think I'll fail again...].

"I don't trust many people. I don't like many people. But there are few that I respect, and even fewer that I love. My brothers are my warriors, when I look at them my eyes say 'go and die for me'. And I know they look at me the same way. By tomorrow I want to look at every wolf on our side and say nothing, I want to speak with only my eyes" "If you don't give 110% to this war, and you still survive. I will come for you. I will burn your homes to the dirt. I will inflict 100 years of pain onto you within the hour, for all eternity. And when I decide to kill you, that pain that made you wish you were dead 10,000 times over..will be nothing to what you will face as you die"

“But you threw it away. Now the hours are numbered until I take what is rightfully mine.” “Puhlease. This became war the day you refused to step aside.” Mercedes laughed maniacally, then scoffed condescendingly, “Oh, I’m ready. Bring it, baby-love. No matter how long you try to hold onto him, the day will come when you watch me snatch him from you.” She stared me dead in the eye with a cruel smile spreading on her face. “Never going to happen,” Venus growled promptly. “Because you support a woman who caused the massacre of thousands of children, women, and men,” Mercedes growled back.

And when she sat beside Lucien in the war council later that week, she said one thing that silenced every general, every noble, every priest. “We are at war. Not with packs. Not with men. But with something older than hatred and stronger than fear.” She placed the shard of prophecy on the table. “And we either face it together—or we fall alone.” ---

The chains clanked sharply as she strained against them, the metal cutting deeper into her wrists. Meredith's face darkened instantly, her eyes flashing with barely contained rage. "Which of them?" She tilted her head mockingly, a cruel smile playing on her lips. "The one you used and got killed? Or that dirty lycan you're currently spreading your legs for?" "You know exactly who I mean," Bernadette snapped, her voice hoarse but firm.

She took the blade again and swiftly cut her wrist without showing even an ounce of pain on her face. The water began to color red and she lay there with her head on the edge, a serene smile played on her lips. One wondered is this how death feels? Like a happiness after ages? Like perfectly cold water after a long run? Like life was never meant to be? ***