Crowley Sayings Supernatural Novels & Stories

I shout as I exit the bar. "You're just going to leave like that?" Clylester questions as I start speaking in tongues. The broom in my grasp starts to float. I swiftly sit down upon it, clutching it tightly as I guide it up, far from the ground. I giggle. "Ofcourse not." I start to speak in tongues and the entire bar is set on fire. "Thought so." Cylester purrs as we fly through the sky on my broom.The cries of the burning wolves fades as we become distant. Feeling fire licking their skin must’ve forced them out of their paralyzation.

Claire said before slipping out of the door. Soon , Claire returned and set the candles and incense while they sat with their legs cris-crossed as they closed they eyes and waited . Mel opened one of eyes "This is sorcery you know ?" "Be quiet or it won't work and it won't be my fault." "Where did you learn how to do this ?" Melvin distracted them again. "Mel..." Claire drawled "I said be quiet if you want this to work !" "Sorry ,my bad ...it just feels kind of funny you know ." Mel chuckled.

“There's nothing here, Corpseboy.” “Well of course there's isn't! I wasted last weekend erecting barriers around your property that would give Asmodeus an aneurysm. All that damnable work. And you still wouldn't rub my feet.” He leaned against the counter. “I assumed it was just your garden variety home spirit. Hobgoblins, domovois- they're as common as drops of rain. Mortals are usually oblivious to them, but Damien's clover tincture gives you the Second Sight.” He poured himself a cup of rose hip tea that I'd set to simmer on the counter.

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."

I told him. “The first shall become the last and the last shall become the first!” Clord voiced now with a powerful volume and the kid and I both turned to look at him. I glared at him. “Uhm.. it’s.. it’s a saying from the old, uhm.. Jewish tradition. It means— I’ll shut up.” Clord said and looked away to the side. “Come with me.” The kid said as he started to walk away. I turned my frown back to him. “Why? Why would I follow you?” I asked him.

When the priests from Mount Dracotigris arrived, their compasses malfunctioned, which meant the area was completely clean. "Strange, it was just here." Staring at fallen talismans, they were baffled by the sudden disappearance of the beast's aura. "There's someone here!" A middle-aged arcane practitioner crouched before yanking the mask off a man in black. "They're... from Krowo?" Krowonian practitioners were easily identified. They were famous for their earth-diving spells. Usually blending in perfectly with civilians, they were unrecognizable on the streets. Their faces would only show markings during spell casting.

“I think you said you’d bring me down here if I could take out your three best fighters in three rounds, and now I’m standing here, so yeah, I think we’re negotiating.” There’s a moment of silence, and my stomach coils into a knot. Clay doesn’t blink. Finally, Eldrick’s mocking voice floats through the open slot. “Smell that, Ditch? I know you do. Did you know the young males dare each other to come down here at night? They swear that on a full moon, you can hear the echoes of the female’s screams.” Ice runs through my veins. Clay stares steadily in the direction of Eldrick’s voice. “We’re such a superstitious lot. The female’s not dead.” Eldrick chuckles. “But I’m sure she wishes she was.”

He eyed them strangely as they prepped their equipment. “You two sure about this?” he asked. “Tide doesn’t behave normal out there. Things pull that shouldn’t pull.” Clara smiled with practiced calm. “We’ve handled worse.” The man grunted and turned away, muttering something under his breath in what sounded like broken Latin. Ashani caught a few words and frowned. “He said, The roots drink from the dead. The sea remembers.” Clara inhaled slowly. “He knows more than he’s saying.” ⸻

“This is me reminding y'all of my name. This is me telling you that I am who I am. None of you can take that away from me. And if you're going to be in doubt of the powers that I possess, I think you have seen proof.” The entire van was silent. The only sound that could be heard was the slapping of Cruz's hand as he tried to free himself from my grasp. “Does that tell you all that we can do about this? Do you now believe that the governor is nothing but a human and answers to us? That we are of the supernatural. I need an answer! Do you now believe it?” “Yes Kingsley, we do.” It wasn't loud enough for me. I stared at Cruz, whose arms were slowly going limp by the minute. He was a tough wolf,

He sits in quiet contemplation for what feels like forever before he finally puts his empty cup on the table and looks me dead in the eye and says, “the only logical reason I can place, and given the unkind suggestions the voices have tried to encourage you to perform… that you have some demonic spirits attached to you.” “I’m sorry, what?” Jay laughs out awkwardly. “Spirits? Demons? I’ve never seen either of those in my life. They are just excuses humans always used to blame anyone not like them, for their bad luck.” For him to say something like that, makes me feel less bad about not believing Bucky fully just yet myself. However, with how wise the Sorcerer is, I know better than to say a w