Shadowhunter Quotes Novels & Stories

the one who had suggested in killing me responded. “You're crazy!” One whisper-yelled. “What do you see in that man?” “Riches and the chance to be a Luna,” answered the evil plotter. “Just let her be, she'd die anyways,” one said dryly, and just then I felt darkness snatching me away.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun “No he’s not, you trigger-happy bastard. Anyways, it’s not weird. There are people blessed with the gift of controlling shadows. I believe they call themselves Shadow” “Interesting. I can’t believe such amazing people exist” he giggles Shane lights another cigarette “They are far from amazing. Back when I was a teen, I took up a job offer to kill a pregnant woman. It should be an easy job I thought but she could control Shadows” he blows out smoke

The shard’s remnants cling to her, faint silver veins under her flesh. “Look.” Silas points to the horizon. A city glimmers there, unfamiliar but alive, wolves and humans moving in the distant streets. A new realm. A fresh start. Ryland kneels beside us, his good hand resting on Selene’s brow. “She needs a healer.” “We all do,” I murmur. But as I lift Selene, her breath shallow against my neck, I feel the weight of the shard’s echo. The Architect’s final words, hissed as he dissolved: **“You cannot kill a shadow. Only scatter it.”**

The light illuminated Camela’s face in every moment—crying, pleading, her scar glowing brightly. Vincent's heart surged with fury. He charged forward, ripping through the first line of soldiers. Lanterns shattered around him, and screams filled the air. But for every shadow he tore apart, two more appeared in its place. Amidst the chaos, the ghost voice whispered, sounding calm yet cruel. “You can’t kill shadows. And you can’t silence her voice.” Vincent dug his claws into the cracked stone and said, “Yet here you are…you show yourself. That was your mistake.”

“Always remember that.” Another shadow appeared—Lucian this time, teasing and dangerous. It taunted me, whispering all my insecurities: that I would never be accepted, that I was too weak to survive their world, that I would fail them. I felt the heat of his bond, wild and vibrant, urging me to move, to fight. I met the shadow’s gaze. “I belong here,” I said, my voice gaining strength. “And I will not fail.”

"Vision is a sense,illusion a game of mind. Now that I see you infront of my eyes, I really don't know which one of them is right" ................................................. Vincenzo pov ............................................. The bastard thought he will escape from my territory,if only he knew with whom is he messing. Shadow ,the fuc*** Diving through the burning flames,I landed on the hard ground. My arm aching but I was least bothered. Picking myself up,I followed the one who they all call "untouchable"

Was he some kind of angel or demon or soul reaper? Lucas burst into laughter suddenly, making her shrink back. “Relax my love! I am none of those things. I am just a shadow hunter.” he said in replying to her thoughts. Elise looked at him in the eyes and said, “You are a very strong one by the way, a very powerful one to be able to function in my mist and to hear my thoughts without my permission.”

Silence answered her. Her gaze flicked to the goblet he held. His men had slaughtered enough humans to fill casks, and with the supplies from his vampire allies, his blood reserves would last years. No wonder he was toying with it like it was fine ale, drowning in self-pity rather than replenishing strength. “Zaiper! Are you even listening to me!?” “Mm?” He barely looked up. “What were you saying?” “We. Are. Being. Hunted,” she said through clenched teeth. “Every sentinel. the Shadows, Bloodhounds, Stormriders—we are being hunted like marked criminals for slaughter, and you sit here, saying nothing! Doing nothing!”

Hunter steps into the cell, his eyes gleaming with a twisted satisfaction. “Good evening, my prisoners.” He says, his voice dripping with mockery. “How are we feeling tonight?” “Go to hell!” Arnold spits, his voice filled with venom. Hunter’s smile widens. “Ah, still full of fight, I see. How delightful.” He steps closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “And how is our dear Hazel? Any more defiance left in you?” I meet his gaze, refusing to let him see my fear. “You won’t win, Hunter. No matter what you do to us, we’ll never bow to you.”