Shadowhunter Quotes Novels & Stories

Commanded Chief Tador. “Wait, wait a second.” Azriel mouthed. The three turned their wild glares to her immediately. They had already prepared their minds and hearts for the task, and Azriel felt the pressure when they turned to her. “ Whoa – Um, hey guys. I want to tell you something. If it’s really a shadow, your guns won’t work on it….” Said Azriel. “ Do you understand what I mean? Technically speaking, a shadow wouldn’t be hurt by a gun. ” Azriel explained.

“More experienced analysts. People without… history.” “I’m aware.” He answered “Then why me?” I asked He walked back toward me, stopping just close enough to make the space between us intentional. “Because,” he said quietly, “you have something no one else here has.” “And what is that?” I asked “A reason not to lose," he said. “That’s a dangerous assumption.” I replied him His voice didn’t change. “Only if you’re wrong about yourself.” Holding his gaze, “And what if I am?” I asked

He was just looking at him taking his favorite bike. "The fuck Stephen. He is a Vampire". He heard Enzo snarling. "I know guys he is pissed off so he wanted to hit the bar". Stephen replied in their vamp link. "And he is thirsty, Alpha...". This time it hit him hard. Elliot was right. How could he be so careless? "The fuckkkkkk". He screamed jumping off the couch. "Yess the fuckkkkk. And your boy is wasted". Saint said and Stephen knew what he meant. He quickly grabbed his keys and strolled out.

She spun, meeting the gaze hidden in shadow. The arrow loosed. Time slowed. Lucian lunged, shoving her aside. The arrow grazed his shoulder instead of piercing her heart. He staggered, teeth clenched, blood soaking his cloak. Her scream tore the air. Lucian roared through the pain, driving his blade upward, slicing through one of the archers who had dropped too low. The assassin crumpled. Saraphina’s fury surged like a wave breaking stone. She leapt onto a crate, her voice echoing against every beam. “They strike us in shadows because they fear our light. Do not cower. Make them bleed for every breath they steal!”

"And when you learn what you're capable of, you'll be too dangerous to take down. Better to eliminate the threat now." "Eliminate." I let the word hang in the air. "You mean murder." "I mean survival. Shadow Wolves nearly destroyed the Council once. We won't let it happen again." "Maybe the Council deserves to be destroyed." His expression darkened. "Brave words from someone who's about to die." Then he lunged. And everything happened at once. Kael burst from the shadows, slamming into the hunter on the right. The shadows erupted from my skin, darker and more violent than ever before. The third hunter screamed as darkness wrapped around his throat.

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

But the conversations had continued in hushed tones around their evening fires, whispered discussions that Xalara pretended not to hear as her men tried to process what they'd witnessed and what it meant for their understanding of who they served. "Divine judgment," Davies murmured one evening, flexing his completely healed leg. "That's what that criminal kept saying. Divine judgment struck down his friends." "Lightning from clear skies," added another guard whose name was Marcus, his voice carrying the reverence of someone discussing religious phenomena. "Twenty bolts, maybe more, each one striking exactly where it needed to. That's not natural magic. That's..." He struggled for words. "Tha

The light from that laptop nearly blinded as I had to adapt as fast as possible. "Be prepared to meet your end and possibly your extinction from history", I whispered as that's the highest tone I can emit at that moment. "Oh darling, that's where you got it all wrong. Lucas is leading the way in with guns. But he doesn't realize that bullets can't harm a ghostly personality like me. And poor Zack who is barely clinging to life trying to play a superhero. Hope you'll lean on that car till death" "Hunter, please wake up from this madness", my voice instantly changed to pleading because this was truly a trap orchestrated by Hunter himself. "Just let me go and I'll let them know this was a mista

Something told me I had a role I was destined to play in these prophecies I had seen in the- Wait a second. I suddenly remembered a line that caught my attention in the journal. With a quick flick of my wrist, I reopened the book and flipped through it until my eyes landed on it. There. "Blood will always run through the hunter, but the hunted will never be the hunter. This will change in the time when the shadows and flickers begin to produce light together." What the hell does this mean?