Shadowhunter Quotes Novels & Stories

A chill settled over the horde of press as they exchanged looks. The air crackled with tension and the atmosphere suddenly became cold. Although the sun cast warm light over the horizon, everything seemed to have become frosty and cold. All of them stuck closer as they watched Hunter speak to the camera. “You always loved to leave a mark. To secretly pull the strings while wearing a facade of innocence. You always had me thinking about you. Just about you.” Pause. “You really got me, Zara. I should praise you for that.” He sneered darkly. His eyes burned as he spoke each word with deliberate calm as if reciting a promise. "But you went too far this time."

Almost everyone one of the attackers was on the ground, looking like they had just stepped into the sun. “Holy shit…” I exclaimed as I looked at the hunter as he put some weapon back under his jacket, turning to look at me. I don’t know if that comment was because hunters have a weapon that powerful or because Diana was right. He is attractive.

He pulled it off, throwing it over his shoulder and wiping the sweat away from his eyebrows with his finger as those jade spheres glared at him. "Let's go. I know a place that would help you to think," Luca said. Hunter wanted to argue but he knew Luca was the only one to handle him right now. "Let me shower first," He said. "I'll wait for you in the car," Luca said. "Bring my Mustang baby out," Hunter said as Luca smirked while walking out. "You'll get us killed at this speed," Luca said with a poker face staring at the road. They were zooming past the other cars at such speed that if they were to crash they would die on the spot and Mustang Baby would be called nothing but trash.

Neil asked after some thoughts, taking a step forward. However, Shadow gave him a terrifying glare immediately, causing him to take a step back from fear with her terrifying killing intent. “You dare question my ability? I’m ranked fifth in the southwestern hitman leaderboard! Watch your words. I might not be confident when it comes to those King of War or God of War, but all those other generals, assistant commanders, or head commanders are just easy pickings!” “In fact, when I take on a different appearance, the targets won’t even know what hit them. Perhaps a King of War might fall to my assassination too!”

Images flashed across the screen showing blood and a familiar face, torn apart in a way that was brutal and unmistakable. Dante looked once and turned away violently, bile burning his throat. “You fucking monster,” he rasped. Quinn leaned closer. “This,” he said quietly, “is what happens when people don’t stay in their place.” Dante lifted his head slowly, eyes burning with something far more dangerous than rage. “You think killing Jonathan ends this?” he said hoarsely. “You think touching Ashley gives you power?” Quinn smiled. “I think,” he replied, “I’ve finally made you afraid.”

“Did you see how she slowly killed her? She looked like an angel— no, a soul reaper, actually, that had come to reap her soul. But then again, that damned woman deserved every bit of what she got.” I smiled proudly, my heart rumbling with happiness. “She is like that, sometimes making you speechless when you least expect it.” And this is one occasion when I didn’t expect it. Her action today really left a dumbfounded expression. “Of course, I’m still shocked,” Shadow replied, and after that, the mind link became silent afterward, with no bickering or otherwise. We just ran in silence until the sunlight now ascended into warm, yellow hues that cast enchanting patterns on the forest floor.

His shadows tore through the creatures while Marcus fought beside him, flames and steel cutting through flesh corrupted beyond salvation. The glittering darkness connected to me pulsed painfully every time one of the monsters died. Not because they were enemies. Because they were suffering. Hunter understood that too. I saw it in his eyes as he ended the last creature swiftly, shadows wrapping around it gently before snapping its neck cleanly. Not cruelty. Mercy. “Poor bastards,” Marcus muttered quietly. The forest fell silent afterward. Too silent. Hunter slowly stood again. Then his shadows recoiled violently. Not from monsters. From something ahead.

Dusty. Shaking. But together. For a second—just one—the storm calmed. Then a deep voice rolled through the air. “You cannot escape.” The Shadow Heir stepped out of another memory like he spawned from it. The storm bent around him like he was the storm. He looked at us like we were interesting small animals. “You cling to each other,” he said. “Callers before you tried this. They still fell.” Cullen stood in front of me. “Try us.”

“You need to come back.” Her head tilts slightly. Just enough to tell me she heard me. That is something. “Listen to me,” I press. “You are not alone in this.” The shadows surge again. Closer now. Hungry. They are not attacking her. They are moving around her. Like she is the center of it all. The anchor. One of the Hunters fires another pulse weapon. The blast hits a shadow. For a second, it flickers. Then it splits. Two shadows instead of one.

The living shadow faltered, its chaotic energy unable to withstand the power of unity, strategy, and unwavering loyalty. The Dawn of Hope Ethan pressed forward, silver and golden energy merging into a concentrated strike, aimed directly at the living shadow. The force of their combined energy shattered darkness, sending ripples of light across the battlefield. The Shadow’s master roared in disbelief, and the massive shadow began to retreat into the mountains. Soldiers cheered, creatures roared, and the Alpha Hunter growled in triumph. Lucian landed beside Ethan, golden wings folding slowly. “Kid… you’ve done it. But remember… this is only the beginning. They will return, stronger, faster, mo