Shadowhunter Quotes Novels & Stories

“You’ll have to do better than that!” He charged forward, moving faster than I could blink. In an instant, he was upon Blackthorn throwing a powerful punch. The impact echoed through the air, sending Blackthorn staggering back. But he quickly recovered, enveloping himself in darkness. With a flick of his wrist, the shadows twisted around him, forming a solid barrier. Alex’s fist collided with the darkness, creating a shockwave that sent ripples through the air, but Black thorn remained unyielding. “You’ll have to do more than swing at shadows, Hyperion,” he sneered, his voice echoing ominously.

Watching and recording every moment. And a voice whispered through the feed: “Fire may erase blood… but shadows never die.”

"State your name and business!" "I am the Shadow Knight," he replied, letting power resonate through the words. "I seek Lord Blackmoor's heir. We share common enemies." The scouts exchanged glances. One wheeled his mount, galloping back toward the keep. The others formed a loose circle, blessed crossbows trained on him but fingers carefully off triggers. "You're the one from the stories," another scout said. "The knight who fell to darkness. Who slaughtered an entire Inquisition unit at the crossroads."

I open my hand and show my fingers as I add: "We have a plan, we have allies, and we have my great desire to hand him personally on the lap of the devil. That's all.” Hunter gives a low laugh, in that hoarse tone that makes his accent even more evident. “Right once again.” "And you have to stop acting like a big Turkish baby" I hit you lightly on the shoulder. “Seriously, Hunt, you are useful for many things. Especially to keep me alive. I need you to remain my shield. As far as you can, I can take it.” “Useful for many things? "He repeats in a low voice, his eyes scorched with a glow of malice.

"You don't look too well to continue." Shadow coughed a few times and shook his head. "I'm fine." "Your soul has been damaged by the binding vows," the Oracle spoke, looking at the elite assassin with concern. "I've warned you not to follow that path before. Why did you not heed my warning?" "Mortal dies," Shadow said bitterly.

He used the walls to echo his voice and throw them off even more. "Show yourself, Alpha!" One of the hunters said. "If you want one of your monsters to survive the night." "You men are nothing but hypocrites," Shiro stepped out from the shadows for all of them to point their guns at him. He needed them to not focus so much on Ava. "Oh?" The hunter laughed. "You think I'm going to listen to someone like you talk about hypocrisy?" "You call someone who's innocent a monster." "All of you are monsters," he gritted his teeth. "And you all need to be killed."

"You must know what I'm saying by now" "So you also think that my shadow is a human"

And somewhere in that darkness, unseen but awake, the Shadow smiled. The hunt had begun. ---

“They are biting each other in the tunnels because they have no one else to fight. They miss the taste of iron and the heat of the chase. If you say this is the only way to keep our pups safe, then the Iron Claw will walk through your ghost fire. But hear me now; if we die in that nothingness, if you lose us in the dark, I will haunt you for eternity. I will be the static in your mind that never goes away. I will be the shadow that you can never step out of.” “I will take that risk, Thorne,” I said, meeting his gaze with all the authority I had left. “Because if I do nothing, there will be no one left for you to haunt. There will be no North, and there will be no memory of us. We will be era

The night was warm but her skin was hot and bothered as she reminded about the imprint that had happened unexpectedly between her and Zack. “Hey, Sam! I haven’t seen you around a lot. Are you still working in town, masquerading yourself as human?” asked a warrior named Hunter Wolcott. He was the younger brother of the Sigma of Shadow Pack—a vagabond who excluded himself from the pack to serve in the army, Kane Wolcott.