Crowley Quotes Supernatural Novels & Stories

Quintus demanded of Rufus, grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to the scene. Rufus dropped to his knees, released, and looked Severus over again and then up at Quintus. He rested back on his palms. “Possibly a water spirit, perhaps a Caoineag that will do the will of the master. That is just a presumption, and I haven’t seen such a thing since I was a toddler. I thought I’d dreamed it then. Porcius is very lucky.” The thickset man climbed off Severus as the man lay still at last. “I feel lucky.”

Now, Alex was a hundred meters high in the air. A golden light impacted the statue. A loud sound was heard. The Requiem Clock, at this moment, once again rang loudly. It was louder than the previous nine sounds combined, shaking people's brains empty. At the same time. A voice from far away gradually became louder and louder. "If hell is full, I swear not to become holy!" "If hell is full, I swear not to become holy!" Dorothy looked into the distance dumbfoundedly.

“You look different.” “Different how?” “Like… brighter. Or like you know something the rest of us don’t.” He squinted dramatically. “You didn’t make some secret deal with the moon goddess, did you?” I laughed. “No, Isreal. I just didn’t throw up this morning.” “Ah,” he said, nodding solemnly. “The true miracle.” But when I turned away, his expression shifted. He was still watching me—closer, more serious now. “Clara,” he said, voice lower, “I mean it. There’s something around you. I can feel it. It’s… old.”

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.

“It’s not the smell of flowers. It’s the scent of the departed souls. Take note of it so that when I visit you someday after I have joined my ancestors, you would remember to give me water. Your grandpa came to visit us, so I had to give him water to continue his journey home. “I’m sure that, from the ancestral world, your grandpa is giving you his backing on the adventure of love that you will soon embark on. You may doubt it because your so-called education and books tells you nothing about these things. But trust me Quasi, whatever happens in the material world first happen in the world of the unseen.”

the dark witch replied, her voice dripping with languid charm. Annabelle and Annabelle nodded, sensing the sincerity in her words. The witch placed her hands on Claire’s mug, her eyes transforming to a pure black, while her hair seemed to levitate around her. She began to chant in a language I couldn’t comprehend. The twins nodded in sync with the witch, suggesting they understood the incantation. Claire’s body lifted into the air as the dark witch continued her chant. Moments later, the souls of the wolves began to escape from Claire’s mouth.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

he added ominously. "Gosh! How do you do that?" Claire asked. "This is my most intimate secret, Claire. I have never told anyone this. Will you promise never to share this with anyone?" he said, his hands sliding up Claire's skirt to the tops of her stockings. Claire nodded solemnly. "I promise, Kevin. I will never tell anyone." Kevin paused in thought for a few seconds. "OK, Claire," he eventually said. "My secret is that I can only commune with the spirits when I am sexually aroused. Somehow this expands my mental sphere and allows me to perform magic."

The whispers of rubbish filled my ears as I struggled to listen to what Khloe had to say. It felt like the voice which whispered was all around me. I couldn't hear anything other than whispers and from the ghost whisper sounds which I heard, nothing meaningful was to make for it. I tried to listen carefully to the voice note of Khloe but suddenly, out of the phone which I held, the following was said and this wasn't the voice of Khloe. "The doom of all man and all supernatural creatures is by the cause of your hand, you have plagued the world, John Ozais Screeman."

She felt her whole body was shocked by electricity and she should be alert with a coming vision. “We should make a circle, Carol, Austin. We should call the spirit of the white wolf. She should protect Sonya from Knight Richard’s love spells, we should help to untie the bound…” Claudia looked at Austin and Caroline. “Jackson and Clayton, could you drive us to the Sacred Land now?” Auntie Caroline then, looked at Mr. Jackson and Clayton in her stern stare. Claudia inhaled and wobbled her head. “There’s no much time left. We should perform the spells immediately!” She worried and asked the two men to move the chairs and made a space for the three of them to make a circle.