Supernatural Crowley Quotes Novels & Stories

“But you can save yourself and get what you want if you help us destroy a monster.” “What monster?” Justin asked. “The crow.” Lelia said. Earnestine stared at her, she felt there was something off about this witch but she couldn't tell. Claus was sitting on his desk with his arms folded while Marcus was standing close to him. Wendy had returned to his seat while Marcus was attempting to prove her wrong. “Marcus Mordecai. Go on, prove her wrong. Hagen's left Weston Hills or he was murdered by a witch or some sort of vampiric creature.” Claus chuckled. Marcus steadied his gaze on Wendy before speaking out.

“/Would it kill living things, if the ghosts carried them?/” “/Cats and crows take no harm, but I know not the answer for other creatures of God,/” Mary tells us. “”/Aiden?/” That’s Imogen again. “/Tell me you’re not planning to come here by yourself and get heroically killed?/”

She was more shocked to find out he went to Morgan's High. "Who's he, Boss?" She asked. He scoffed. "Rather than who, It's what..." "Oh, Uh... What is he, Boss?" Kristen asked. Clyde sat down on the opposite chair, and rubbed the desk in between him and the being, with his palm. "A supernatural being. Definitely not a vampire" Clyde replied. Kristen swallowed hard, in curiosity. "I have a few questions, boss and I'm really sorry for my inquisitiveness" She muttered.

he shouted across the table. "I want you to fight!" Clary shouted as her magic started to spark from her fingers "I want you to fight for us, like you have fought so many times, for so many others. You have stopped entire fucking wars, Damon, over and over again. Am I not even worth the effort? Do you think so little of me? Of yourself? That you would deny our happiness for them?" she screamed.

While Reapers are trying different methods to take down Corvins, the latter is trying means to stay in their position and not fall out. "Ok," Quinn said and took a turn to leave the large room, she halted on her steps before she could reach the door. Not turning around to look back, she spoke up "If care isn't taken, you'll become a grand uncle very soon" After saying that she made her way outside the door leaving a furious-looking Samael behind as he understood her words. Samael brought out his phone and made a call to someone "To the library hall this moment" he ordered to the person on the other end of the call.

His eyes burned, vision pulsing red. The one beneath stepped forward, each footfall shattered the earth. It reached out, not with claws, but with a hand shaped like his own. “Accept it,” the creature said. “Become what you were meant to be..A god among filth.” But something cracked through the fog, a voice. Small, steady, Sarah’s. “You’re not a god,” she said, breathless. “You’re just another weapon for someone else’s war, and John Crowe is no one’s weapon.”

Stanley piped up folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the wall with one foot braced on the wall and the other on the floor. “Ha! There would’ve been no need for a savior if Samael hadn’t ordered my family’s decimation!” She shot back jolting as far forward as she was able with her wrists restrained behind and each ankle tied to a leg of the chair. “It’ll be a cold day in the underworld before I show any gratitude to the likes of you!” Claris’ green eyes had morphed to a cold white and looked as if they’d been covered with a white film.

"Dream on! My fate is in my own hands!" He started to push himself to his feet, only for his legs to suddenly be crushed by the mysterious force! Corvan Jr. almost passed out from the terrible pain right then. Looking down to see that his legs were mere puddles, he suddenly reconsidered the beefcakes' words. Was it possible that the supernatural existed?! "W-Who was that?! Show yourself!" Mr. Corvan shouted just then, getting on his feet. He was old and rich—factors that made one especially superstitious.

Crowley's face paled. "It's the Supreme Demon Art—the Lucifer's Triple Strike! How is that possible? How could he know that?" The crowd was shocked, too. Even though they did not fully grasp the terrifying nature of the technique, the sheer horror on Crowley's face was enough to tell them it was something extraordinary. They did not need Crowley's words to feel it—just the oppressive force they were all under was enough to prove how terrifying it was. They were merely bystanders, caught in the shockwaves. However, Henry was facing it head-on. The pressure he was under must have been unimaginable.

“Beelzebub is looking for you. Again. He’s saying how you should be on the council’s meeting along with the higher demons since you’re the reincarnation of Crocell.” “I don’t get that guy’s obsession with me and meetings. I mean—I may be Crocell in the flesh but I have always made it known that I am not interested in the power struggle down there, I’m comfortably living here.” I took a sip of my coffee and crossed my arms. “Besides, you idiot still haven’t granted my I quote, ‘deepest, darkest desire’ so you don’t get to tell me anything.” I huffed, imitating his voice and throwing my fingers in the air to quote him.