Supernatural Crowley Quotes Novels & Stories

Claus was pointing at his face and body " well what would you call a 1000 year old lycan?" *frowns* " well what of the above do you believe you are as a young looking grandpa" " which one do you believe I am?" " neither of the above, you are a lunatic" Celea gives a small smile " a lunatic?" Claus raises his brows as if not believing what he has heard" " ah look we are here" than 2 servants opened the door to the dining room

What the hell is happening over here My kingdom is about to demolish and set ablaze Maybe my ancestors have come to destroy my empire and even take my life since I disobeyed them Talk to me, he shouted Ahahahahaha!!!!! Diana laughed and shouted at Cyrus "Hey" you man of little faith, fear not and stand firm for you will see the supernatural powers from above Do you think I am here to play or waste my precious time? He asked Cyrus See let me tell you young man just watch after I burn your father's gods something greater will happen now just watch and see she continued with her heavy laugh

“Perhaps, because you haven't told them yet what would happen if you perform that ritual. Don't you think you should at least tell them what would happen since they follow you blindly? At least, they should know the way they die, or don't you think?” “Watch your words Clary.” he said, gritting his teeth. “I am only allowing you to speak because I am in a good mood. Trust me, you don't want to see my bad side.” “Too bad because that's exactly what I want to see.” I said, pulling a mocking face at him. “I have lost everything. So, even if I lose my life, it doesn't matter. However, I'll make sure you suffer before I do.”

Cedric laughed excitedly, “Haha! We trapped him! Cast all your Supernatural Powers to annihilate the demon!” He immediately thrust his palms, channeling vast purple-gold energy into the tower. The other powerhouses unleashed their Supernatural Powers, directing their most potent forces at the purple-gold tower. It spun rapidly, generating lightning and thunder, invoking a cataclysm that shook the surroundings. Amid this chaos, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and white robe sneered, “Hmph, the descendant of Yianni is nothing special. He was just bluffing.” His contemptuous remark stirred up laughter among the other powerhouses in the void.

I offered him a soft, wicked smile when the knife and stake were just inches away from his forehead and chest, respectively. "What are you? Free me from your spell, you demon!" He yells. I can do this all day because it somehow keeps me entertained. Especially this part where the aggressors realize they're going to die and there's nothing they can do about it. "Do you have a fuckin holy-water, Clarence?" He asks his colleague who is busy chanting stupid incantations that will have absolutely no effect on me. "Yes," Clarence answers. "But I can't move my body. He's tied me up somehow."

"I apologise for insisting, Luna, but our men will not find those words calming enough." She chuckles loud, and silence follows. All of a sudden, a bright flash comes from within the tent, and the men even yell out in fright, terrified of whatever it is. It makes me wonder as I lie there with a racing heart... How much does anyone really know about Hailey? "Take this and show it to them. Tell them that something greater than the White Crow is here, and what can be greater than the one who birthed him?"

He sat down and put his hands over his headphones. Damian stood up. He drew his gun. I drew mine. We walked into the circle. "Alpha Sinclair," The Crow said. His voice was smooth, melodic. It didn't sound like a villain's voice. It sounded like a priest's. "And the Mother. You have finally arrived." "Step away from the altar," Damian ordered, leveling his weapon at The Crow’s chest. "We are here for the cure. Not a fight." "There is no cure for what he is," The Crow said sadly. "Only a release." He gestured to the altar. It was carved with runnels for blood. "The boy is an Abomination, Damian. He is a breach in the natural order. The Prime blood was meant to die out for a reason. It is too v

Jon found himself voicing a question that had never occurred to him before. “Why do you encourage this?” “There’s a method to my madness, don’t you worry,” Father chuckled in his deep baritone. “Each step is taken with absolute purpose. How did Crowley put it? ‘Do as thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.’ Actually, I think he stole that from Rabelias. However, most people think it means to become a beast like your sister here, but really—”

It’s her sharp eyes that make me curious to know her story especially as she seems familiar. I glance at Clayton when she starts to chant four words. I have no idea what they are. ‘That is the language of the old Gods, I am sure the last word is return or returned’ Clays deep voice comes over a mind-link I never knew we had, making me jump in surprise, he just smirks at me.

She repeated the words, but nothing seemed to be happening. "Creed, come on! You can see the writings on the wall, right?" "Yes, I can!" He said as she nodded. "Good! Now I want you to repeat those same words with me. Do it slowly and make sure they are pronounced correctly" she instructed. "All right" he nodded as they began the incantation. "Sanguis alteri mundo ligat, portio e terra et trium sororum notissima, aliam hodie viam quam ad interitum et regnum supernaturalem efficit." They said simultaneously as Cora smiled and nodded at Cole.