Novel & Cerita Blood Meridian War Quote

" Have faith, my Princess. This war is inevitable for it has been foreseen and will come to be. All you need is to gather your courage and harness your strength and power. Like before, you will not be in this alone. Everyone will fight with you to protect the realm from that monster. " " You are right, Marina. I will have to have faith in myself and the ones who support me. One way or another, we will have to defeat Drakoen and regain control of the realm. I cannot fail this time. I will not allow that to happen again. I will give it everything I have got," Mercedes says with sudden determination in her tone.

“Well, this is wolf territory.” The last memory I had of the wolf territory where the throngs of bodies that were on the floor, battered and bruised, from the after effects of the Meritian War. There was nothing but rubble and blood on the snow. Coming here, looking at this place, I could still here the bones breaking and the painful shouts and cries of the victims, some collateral damage. But everything had changed.

They rubbed their hands and wanted to rush out to fight against the Immortals. The Immortals continuously withdrew. The Earth warriors were eager to kill, and they had already been covered by blood. They didn't know if it was their blood or that of their enemies. Anyway, they could only kill their enemies. "Ha, I should at least kill one of them. But I've killed 13 of them. It's a profit, a big profit. My children and grandchildren should remember my glory at this time." A warrior laughed wildly and spat out blood. His heart meridians were damaged. He was about to die, but he was not afraid at all.

But somehow, I was not able to put up those walls with him. And this is what it leads to, my past coming back to haunt me… and him. Aside from this being an unfortunate entanglement that I can't seem to cut off, he was now in danger. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, pacing toward the kitchen sink. Karma. That sick, twisted bitch, is finally here to play her part I guess. I poured out the water I hadn’t touched and reached for the liquor instead. I needed something dark and cold to kill the heat under my ribs. The first shot went down rough. But it didn’t really help much.

“Don’t keep me outside of this.” His head tilted up, and the low light from the chandelier carved him into something both beautiful and brutal. “Do you know what I see every time I close my eyes?” His voice was quiet, but it carried the edge of a blade. “Blood. Fire. Names of the dead carved into my bones. Brothers I couldn’t save. Warriors who followed me into hell and never came back. Women who thought they were safe in my arms—only to be torn away because I couldn’t hold the world back with my teeth alone.”

“She said, and I quote, ‘what will kill you is your very own.’ Did you not hear that?” He shook his head, “I didn’t; all I heard was it’s nice to meet you.” He answered, and that didn’t help Zera at all. “Was that what you heard?” He asked after a brief silence went by. She pursed her lips and nodded. “Yes, and I swear I’m not making this up and I’m not crazy. I really heard her say it.” Mercedes didn’t even look like she was trying to hide what she said. She looked clueless—almost as clueless as someone who didn’t say that to begin with.

"Call me Mother of the Last War. And remember this, we did not win because we were stronger. We won because we refused to break. And we need to thank my brother the Alpha King for sending Beta Osuof to help us." And far beyond the ridge, even the winds bowed in silence. The fire would rise again. And so would we. Deep inside I hope that Cerberus finishes his mourning soon and he comes back to me.

“Freedom sounds beautiful… until no one remembers how to obey.” The wind tugged at the dark braid down my back. “She would turn alphas into negotiators. Warriors into philosophers. Packs into debates.” Discomfort flickered through the soldiers. Good. They were imagining it. Rejecting it. “That is not a future,” I said. “It is a slow death.” Rorik studied me carefully. “You speak as if this war is mercy.” “It is.” The words hung sharp in the air. “Mercy killing.” He inhaled slowly.

The mention of war didn’t perturb him – not in the slightest. “You have the blood of many on your head,” Ashera answered simply, and Mane smiled slightly. Sunflower who was next to him shifted uncomfortably as a thick wave of bloodlust filled the room. Mane’s grating voice rang alongside the bloody aura as he announced with unprecedented authority, “I am War” “I am Chaos” “Why would I be perturbed by that which I stir up?” His voice was low, yet charming, quiet yet somehow booming. And its message was received fully.

We were close enough that my reflection danced in his eyes. His response was hardly important to me. I just wanted to annoy him. Having accomplished that, I pushed myself up from the ground. "A little nosebleed won't kill me," I said before opening the door. My back was turned toward him when I spat maliciously, "Good fucking riddance."