Dalek Quotes Novels & Stories

“Interpret it however you want. You are the one who stole my favorite nephew, my daughter, and my granddaughter from me. You Wolfsbornes, all you know how to do is take and take like the proper leeches that you are.” “Dad!” Dahlia shot her father a withering glare. “Darling, we are just having a conversation. I’m pretty sure your mate can tolerate a few chats without throwing fists, right?” Dahlia’s fist curled. “Then again, I doubt that,” Salvador continued. “You see, to have a conversation requires thinking. And I must say, I don’t think that is your strong suit, Derrick…” The back of my neck prickled as if I were pierced by a million needles.

He came back from another one of his around the world business meetings to come and talk to me, /// "I know we don't always talk much, the first time we met, I knew exactly why you were in danger, because you are beautiful, and many people want you as theirs, when you and Alec went out and came back and were hurt, I hate seeing you get hurt, please don't leave, I bonded with you tending to your injuries, if you die, I will never be able to help you with your injuries, and we will never joke about again. Come back to us Dahlia, come back to us please" // "I want you to hear this, but the nurse said you probably wouldn't, unless you've been hearing us the whole time, which is crazy because tha

Knowing if I don’t get my mind focused on something, it’ll go right back to those dark thoughts and I don’t need my mate worrying about me. ⁑ “You know damn well that she will always worry about us even if we tell her not to and same goes with us.”, Zaff says before going silent.⁑ ⁑ “The stupid vampire actually said something smart for once.”, Dikais states mockingly.⁑ ⁑ “Don’t stare.”, I say.⁑

“Damien, Damien, Damien. You’re standing here, running your mouth, when you should be thinking about survival.” Damien smirked. “That’s cute. You think I need to worry.” Lucas’s face darkened. “You do.” Lucien whistled low. “Ooo, that’s ominous. Someone’s been practicing their villain monologues.” Kaelen ignored him, stepping forward, his eyes locked on Damien. “Last chance. Step aside. Or die with the rest of them.” Damien let out a loud, exaggerated sigh. “See, I was really hoping for something more creative. Maybe a little ‘join us or perish’ speech. But this?” He shook his head. “Boring.”

Dante whispered and gestured for us to bring our head closer and we did “Trust me guys he's loving although he can be quiet most of the times but he's out that bad” “Hmmm you're right” Zack nodded “Are you guys gossiping with my name?” We heard Dell's voice and turned to see him standing behind us “Aish…..are you a ghost?!” Zack yelled and stood up Dell scoffed and folded his two hand on his chest “Why are you acting like you have just been caught cheating?” Dell asked “Fuck he's weird” Zack groan

Q called out. “Oh, you can call me zeros and ones.” Q laughed rather forcedly. “You’re something, I got to admit.” “You’d be surprised.” “So, uh… I guess this is it.” “For me, at least.” “And that man over there.” Pointing to Olalekan. A comfortable silence lingered between David and Q, a form of understanding was settled. Q gave a slight nod before he exited the room. Leaving Olalekan behind. “Do to others what you want to be done to you. Love your neighbor as you love yourself.” David quoted. He was alone with Olalekan in the room.

Damian raised his eyebrow in a cold way as he smirked viciously at Derrick . " Who is an alien ? " said Damian with a pressuring smile . " He.....he......he......I truly meant it in a good way . Trust me boss ! By calling you an alien , I mean a genius . Yes ! A genius beyond geniuses . An existence that no one can compare with . " said Derrick . " Oh , really ? You just said that my intelligence level is the same as that of a little kid . Really.....How special indeed ! " said Damian with a forced smile .

I replied, crossing my legs and leaning back, daring him to challenge me. A vein popped out across Draknor’s forehead. His sardonic smile twitched. “Che tu possa avere la peggior fortuna e morire, mio signore! (May you have the worst luck and die, my lord!)” he said with a bow and strode to his seat, chatting with Kyrell, our gamma. I let out a frustrated sigh, looking at the high arched ceiling that seemed to have merged with infinite darkness. Large gothic chandeliers levitating in mid-air cast a cold, blood reddish glow over the central empty and circular dais.

“He who fights with monsters should be careful lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze long enough into an abyss, the abyss will gaze back into you.” — Friedrich Nietzsche Chapter 80 “We can make it past! We just need to run quickly. We'd make it,” the man with ali, who from his voice I can identify as Uriel, one of the old ranch hands, counters, himself also coughing heavily. But I know there is a fat chance of this. One foot into that inferno, and we will all be roasted alive.

“Everything has already been burning. We just keep pretending it’s not.” He turned then, slow and dangerous. “Don’t confuse chaos with justice, Elara. We’re not saviors. We’re survivors.” She stepped closer, her voice low. “I’m tired of surviving.” Dain’s expression cracked just enough to show something raw beneath. “Then what are you willing to lose to start fighting?” Before she could answer, a low rumble split the air. The ground trembled underfoot, the scent of scorched air curling around them like a warning. From the shadows, Kael emerged—his coat torn, blood on his cheek, and something darker in his eyes.