Meliodas Quotes Novels & Stories

Melissa’s POV The eerie brightness emanated from the misty, shifting form of the Void, which towered over me. Its words reverberated in my thoughts like a chilly whisper. It snarled mockingly, "Melissa, did you think you were meant to stop me?" As the fear clawed at my chest, I clenched my hands. "You won’t win," I whispered, my voice faltering, yet my legs shook, but I firmly planted my feet on the dark, unending surface beneath me. "I’ll find a way to defeat you."

"Do you remember, Lutan? Do you recall what Asmodeus erased from our minds?" Lutan's eyes blazed with an ethereal light, and his voice resonated with a chilling resonance. "Yes," he thundered, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the suffocating air, as the revelation of a long-concealed truth echoed through the halls of damnation.

🌷 M O N G R E L 🌷 "Think like a queen. A queen is not afraid to fail. Failure is another stepping stone to greatness." .•●•. ⚘THE VENETIAN EMPIRE ⚘ "Bring her back!" Demetrius yelled at the top of his voice. "I can't!" Merlin snapped and stated, "she had to transform on her own, if she can fight it we'll have her back, if she can't then she's simply gone."

I asked. “What look?” He asked. “That. Looking guilty.” “Well it kind of felt like that.” He said in dismay. “This whole situation could have been avoided if only I realize what Momo was warning me about.” “Momo?” “One of my megalodons.” “Ah...right.” “I am a failure as a demigod.” He slumped on his seat. “I am a half baked demigod. I’m so sorry.”

His dark eyes flickered with something unreadable, something restrained. Lilith scoffed, crossing her arms. “Ha! You would kill yourself over a demon who doesn’t even care about you? When hundreds of lives could need your hands right now?” Her voice dripped with disdain, her disappointment evident. I met her gaze and smirked, tightening my grip on the shard. “Maybe. But I won’t die completely.” I tilted my head slightly, letting the words sink in. “I might lose my life in this realm, but I’ll still be alive in my world. And there, I can fight Morpheus myself.”

Baselroth peered down and shook her head. "Lower demons?" Momodaeus repeated, scoffing as he did a free fall to the rocky molten lava below. "Someday, you'll lose your ability to fly!" Baselroth said and Momodaeus stuck out his middle finger at her. She watched him float down as if he had an invincible parachute and he landed perfectly on one of the rocks.

When Mosiah saw the camouflage singlet through Draco’s loose collar, he did not hurry into action but asked coldly. Draco smirked and said, “Just cut the nonsense and get on with it. I’d like to see how long the top Legatus of the Glowmoss Foreign Legion can stand against me.” Mosiah simply assumed Draco was provoking him. He responded flatly, “In all of Arcadia’s military, other than the master of God of War Palace, no one is my match. “I might be interested in fighting against the God of War himself. As for you, if you don’t want to die a painful death, you can slit your own throat.”

“Don’t do anything stupid. I used to be one of Ahbaya’s favorites. That bitch taught me fifteen different ways to kill a man with just my fingers.” I frowned. “Fine.” I was about to eat, but the man kept staring at me with his green bluish eyes. “What do you want?” “My name’s Meliodas Bluemoon.” He said. “Don’t worry, I won’t lay a finger on you. One scar on your pretty face means death for me. You’re Ahbaya’s pet after all. I'm not as dumb as those fools. I just want to teach her a lesson, not hurt someone like you.”

“DO NOT PROVOKE HER.” The abyss ignored him. “YOU CANNOT HOLD HIM FOREVER.” Kael looked up weakly at the abyss. Even now, he didn’t look afraid of it. Just tired. “So,” he muttered, “you’re the final boss.” A pause. Then, the abyss answered. “DEFINE: BOSS.” Kael blinked. “…Yeah, that tracks.” Despite everything, Lira let out a broken breath that almost became a laugh. The first Moon-born stared in disbelief.

"If one day my soul shatters completely... if I turn to stardust and never come back... will you regret it?" "Stop talking such nonsense!" my mother snapped, her voice shrill. "You're a Healing Priestess, nourished by a Sea God's magic! How could your soul shatter? You just can't stand seeing Melora happy! You're trying to curse her with talk of death!"