Bobby Quotes Supernatural Novels & Stories

"That poor pup is as good as dead meat. Bobby is a fierce ex-shadow warrior from the elite wars, and every swipe of his claw is fatal. Anyone his teeth target is already buried six feet under the dirt." Cora hesitates, her fingers twitching over her mirror stone, wondering if her wolf should call Lydia Hale for pack backing. But what my tongue says next makes her doubt her own ears. I speak very casually, "My wolf is not in a great mood under the sun today, so my tongue would advise your boots not to push your luck in my forest." Bobby's eyes gleam with dangerous fury. "What did your mouth just bark? Say that text again." I let out a small chuckle. "I said, get lost. My paws are not in the m

Emily decided to ask first. Gabriel thought for a second and said, “Conri is my other half. He is part of me, just like I am part of him.” “That did not answer my question though,” Emily said with a scowl. Sighing, Gabriel sat up and looked Emily in the eyes. “Do you believe in the supernatural,” he asked. “What? Do you mean like ghosts, vampires, and werewolves,” Emily asked skeptically. “Yes,” Gabriel said with a nod. “Especially the last one.”

This time, several of his ribs were fractured, leaving him writhing in excruciating pain and his entire body convulsing. "Chase Collins!" Bobby ground his teeth. His eyes were bloodshot as he was consumed by hatred. He wanted nothing more than to tear Chase apart, devour his flesh, and crush his bones. "I recall you saying you'd cripple me," Chase said, crouching down and using the tip of his sword to tear Bobby's shirt, exposing the hideous scar on his chest. "Do you remember this wound?" "Ha! So what if I remember? So what if I don't?" Bobby chuckled darkly. "I'm an elder of the Weber family. Do you think I'd lower myself to squabble with an insect like you? If you're smart, you'll let me

"Honey, you've pulled him out of his darkness. He's never letting you go. And as far as the boring thing goes, are you referring to the bedroom?" My cheeks blushed as I nodded. I didn't compare to the women he's been with and I probably never would. "He doesn't want that. He never has. You're wholesome and real. Your connection is deep. That's all he's ever wanted." I peered up at her, confusion masking my features. "How do you know all of this?" She smirked. "Lots of practice with Madame Deutsch. She taught me how to open my mind." "She's a psychic medium," Bobby blurted out as he approached with two coffees in his hands. "Listen to what she has to say, Molly. Aunt Rose has never been wrong

"Or, what exactly can you do?" "First off, I can do magic. Secondly, I can perform a spell that lets me speak with the dead," Bobby said, his voice dropping. "The last time I tried it, I went so deep into the darkness that I almost didn't come back. Annabella had Daniel break the circle I'd made. He severed the connection to the spell. All I really remember is falling through endless darkness." He shuddered visibly. "Wow," I breathed, my mind reeling.

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the

He whispered. His breath on her ear sent chills down her spine. He slowly made his way to the door. "Joshua!" Bobby shouted. Joshua stopped and said. "Shut him up" Kyve took the bat Bobby had earlier and smiled. "Gladly" Bobby's vision automatically went dark.

Quentin walked past her and continued to move ahead. Bob felt a chill down his spine, yet he blocked Quentin’s path shakily. “You’re an outer energy fighter?” Quentin took a glance at him nonchalantly. Then, he let out a sneer and said, “Ha!” A loud shout burst forth from his mouth along with a gush of strong force that spread in the form of vibration. Bob felt a buzz in his head, as if his brain was exploding. Then, he frothed at the mouth.

She was bathed in purple and it was creeping up on Ronnie who was clearly unbothered. “You better know what you’re doing” she heard her thoughts loud and clear and she too was bathed in purple and soon the entire apartment. Slowly the light died down. “Did it work?” Danny whispered. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?!” she sounded angry. There was a chance that it didn’t work. “Why did you come to me anyway?” “You’re one of the strongest Supernaturals I know”. “Touching” she rolled her eyes.

"Oh, really? I saw what you did for Bobby, you know." He pulled out a soda, offering it to me like we were friends just hanging out. I shook my head even though my mouth was as dry as the dirt road outside. He shrugged and popped open the can before sitting back down on the sofa. He took a swig and let out a deep, satisfied breath. "That's my gift, by the way," he added. I was having a hard time keeping up. "What?" "I can see auras and, baby, yours lit up like a rainbow when you talked to Bobby that first day!"