Crowley Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

Chase continued questioning Archie. "Yes. I saw it with my own eyes. That man is really a demon." Archie looked much more at ease with the help of the Calming Talisman. Quinn was reminded of what Chase told them about Klondike when she heard about the tentacles. "Could it be Klondike?" she asked half-believingly. Quinn suddenly felt dizzy as a low, sinister voice rang in her ear, "Klon…dike." The world around her spun, and she almost fell.

Andrew demanded, his tone stern. The man raised a calming hand. "I mean no harm. I only seek to offer guidance—a glimpse into the threads of destiny that weave through Chloe's existence." Chloe, though apprehensive, felt a strange sense of curiosity. "Guidance? What do you mean?" The man hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. "The power within you, Chloe, it's not just a byproduct of your dreams. It's something ancient, something tied to the fabric of the universe. There are forces that will be drawn to it—some benevolent, others malevolent. You need to be prepared for the challenges that lie ahead."

Mr Clovis shouted. I twisted my lips nonchalantly. "That's because your lectures are boring" I grumbled. But unfortunately for me, everyone in my class are supernatural creatures and we all have super hearings -they heard me perfectly clear and roared into loud laughter. "What did you say?" he asked in a very angry tone. "Nothing" I answered quickly. Mr Clovis' face grew red from anger, he banged on the table and stormed towards me waving his forefinger at me. "You think this is funny, right?" he growled.

Claire explained, astonished Julie and Consuela. “Is it that easy to get to this realm?” Julie asked. “I____I’m known as a Spirit Sprite. The Tree of Life resurrects Tabby. Tabitha and Sylvia are Spirt Vessels. You can consider this a cheat for us to cultivate our full potential. If other practitioners learned of this, our lives would be hunted down and tried to be used by them. This is why we keep it a secret and get stronger, so we will not be used.” Claire explained to the two women.

Books and science have proven that the existence of the supernatural was impossible. “From where I’m standing, you should be terrified to hell,” She replied, her voice smooth and disconcerting. “Hell, you should even be pissing your pants over this right now.” Willow added. “And why should I?” Russell scoffed, taking another swig from his beer bottle.

Seizing the opportunity to emphasize her point, Joyce declared, "You see, even the heavens can't bear to watch anymore." "Indeed, sometimes you must acknowledge the influence of supernatural forces," added another voice in agreement. Another person chimed in, "If that young lady had been out on the street just now, she might have been struck by lightning. Fortunately, the Quinns provided her shelter from the storm." Reluctantly, Lana had to admit that superstitions, at times, held a peculiar power. Amidst the thunderstorm, Joyce's words seemed to echo, convincing the ignorant bystanders that divine retribution was imminent.

,he throws another away from him. "your not, Claire touches his shoulders softly, but you will be",all his wounds close up and he looks fine. "thanks honey",he looks sad as she keeps going. Aunt May runs up and the coven surrounds Claire. "okay ladies let us wipe these mutts from the earth",we all step back watching them as they all chant together and screams fill the air. Rogues start falling one by one dead and then silence fills the air. I run for my mate and right as I get to her she drops. Catching her my heart feels like it explodes in fear.

Having a special ability as a werewolf made one exceptional, and not every werewolf was privileged to have one. “Close your eyes,” Professor Steve instructed, and Clara obeyed, shutting her eyes. Professor Steve began chanting an incantation. The atmosphere was charged as everyone watched, and suddenly he stopped. “What did you see?” he asked. “I saw myself surrounded by a big river,” Clara responded, clearly confused. Professor Steve nodded. “Close your eyes again,” he instructed, and Clara obeyed. “Now imagine water in your palm,” he instructed. Though Clara was confused, she obeyed. As she imagined water in her hand, she suddenly felt something wet and liquid in her palm. Out of curiosity

"You are...rr..a promising individual..heheheh..maYbE. IF yOu StOp BeInG SuCH A ScArEd liTtLe..shIT, aLl In tImE. That shit Cern got a pretty strong pupil as well but I think if you use my blessings well you will become incredibly strrrrrrongg. bUt! OnLy iF you USe thEm.....ONLY!" Claude was so confused, he decided to ask the question that seemed easiest to answer. "Who the hell is Cern?" "Huh?...hE's like Me, a God...he's a diCK thOuGh.....mm." Claude almost passed out from shock. Or maybe from hearing a giant monster call someone a "dick." "Y-you're a...uhm..a God?" Claude could almost feel the beasts burning gaze reach new blazing temperatures after it heard his idiotic rhetorical questio

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."