Technoblade Quotes Novels & Stories

Blake replied, and everyone was shocked to hear Blake’s announcement. “How could you be him? He passed away a few months ago.” The same person called back. “I really need to do a press release,” Blake said mostly to himself. “CESE FIREING AND LET’S TALK THIS THROUGH,” Blake called out through the building again. “To hell with you!” The person shouted and fired at Blake. The bullet never reached Blake, and even if it had, it would have only bounced off of him. “I SEE YOU WANT THE HARD WAY,” Blake said, and his aura became more potent, and many collapsed under the pressure.

Blade scoffs not noticing I had blushed at what he said. "I happen to like them," I point out, "our world would dissolve into chaos and a world without order isn't a promising world at all." "You have a point," he utters, in his husky voice. "Rules are great," I continue and Blade took another Brownie, "for example my rule number one, shoot first ask questions later, and I'm this close to shooting you if you don't stop stealing my food." "It's just food Tink," he says eating my Brownie.

Confusion riddled my tone. "That means he doesn't remember any of it because those were the memories he exchanged for his tongue," Quade quipped with a tight smile. "Oh..." "He was good at it," Quade whispered but it was still loud enough for Victor to hear, "and his old habits die hard." "I see that," I giggled—which surprisingly wasn't difficult to do. Quade playfully nudged his shoulder into mine with a devious grin, "You've never been safer." "Yeah, he's my real-life hero."

Can he take a hint? “Neither am I.” What the hell is that supposed to mean? He seems to freely give out a massive amount of attention to anyone with two arms, two legs and a head. When I don’t say some desperate reply that one of the girls that circle him would say, he starts questioning me. “With pain comes strength.” Is he stealing a page from his friend's playbook by quoting my tattoo that runs down my inner forearm? “Is that a mantra of yours?”

I snort. What a cliché quote some or other happy drunk motivational speaker concocted when he was at a loss for words. It must be the same asshole who suggested grabbing life by the horns, that winners never quit, and that everything happens for a reason. “Well, keep on dreaming, girl.” Cause that dream is not gonna happen. Luckily, that’s Axel’s shit. Not mine. I fake a smile, “Cheers!” and throw the alcohol down my throat before I bite into a piece of lemon. The sour taste causes goosebumps on my skin.

“Do you have a reason for calling me?” Blade chuckles and I can hear things moving around in the background. He's a tech nerd, probably the most intelligent man on the planet and certainly the most annoying. “I can see why your mother dropped you off at that shitty orphanage.” He gasps and his voice is sarcastic when he says “Oh no, I definitely asked her to drop me at that specific location. She was probably doing me a favour. Look at me now, so happy, I wouldn't be here without her help.”

"Are you serious going against me, my little shifter? Look at you! Your tiny arms and luscious legs. They are no match for me. You are digging your own grave. Worst, you take some stupid wolf to die with you.” I smirked. "You know what's funny?" I suddenly asked. "It's because these tiny arms and legs are willing to sacrifice themselves to kill you! I'm not afraid to die, Blade. I will give justice to Pops and those you torment all your life. I will be your executioner.”

Chichi was still confused. Kaizer grinned at her. “Expect the unexpected.” Kaizer responded. Chichi looked at Blake. “How about you, are you a robot too? You were so good at fighting. You defeated Tan.” Chichi asked Blake. Blake laughed at Chichi. “What are you saying? I am not! I am just so great at fighting! You knew that from the very beginning though!” Blake boasted. Chichi just laughed awkwardly at him. “Oh, yeah.” She just responded.

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I asked, genuinely curious. “It means no matter how many times life burns you down, you can always rise again,” he said simply, his tone unusually serious. Bree rolled her eyes beside me. “Great, now you’ve gone all philosophical on us.” Bryon smirked and leaned back, picking up his controller again. “Just saying. Maybe you should get one, Octavia. A tattoo might make you look less, you know...innocent.” I raised an eyebrow. “Innocent?”