Crowley Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

"Then he quoted Exodus 22:18. You shall not permit a sorceress to live." "Interesting." Fiona frowned. "That's some pretty outdated verbiage he used. And he knew you guys were onboard helping us. Anything else?" "He spoke a word in another language I didn't understand. Something about the brethren of whatever raining fire to smite sinners."

Like mother, like son? “You want a soul puppet?” said Maurice. He had followed Claire and was standing next to her. “Will there be anything left of them once you assume control.” “Yes... Something.” Didn’t sound very promising. “Look,” said Claire, getting the huff, “try to understand.” Violent supernatural entities love that, being condescended to. “There are people who are going to die if you don’t help us get out of here. We’ll help you in return. Find a way to get you out of here, I promise, but we have to stop the man in the spire.” It was an impassioned plea, rich in sincerity and full of earnest good faith. I gave her chances a solid zero out of ten.

"Tonight, we'll prepare. We'll teach you to harness the magic that lies dormant within you, but remember: whatever we uncover, it may not always be simple. Entering the supernatural realm brings risks and challenges. Embrace the strength within you, but tread carefully." I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the pounding pulse of truth sink in, changing everything I thought I knew about myself. When I opened them, clarity flowed over me like the ocean I felt connected to deep inside my soul. "Alright," I said, with resolve settling in like a comforting hug. "I'm ready. Let's unveil this magic."

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.

I ended with air quotes “So, I asked you because it is fathers’ bloodline that has the curse and that same blood runs through my veins. And now I have some big bad supernatural being that seems to have been around for a very long time since I had a conversation with an ancestor from the 1500’s and he was a villain than so he has had centuries to prefect whatever he has going for him and since we have no idea who or what he is, how am I ever meant to hide from him or more importantly as the prophecy had predicted how am I meant to kill someone I have never met before” I finished while taking a long mouthful of my coffee and absolutely aware of my eye rolling into the back of my head as the bl

All I had to do was pay the price. I felt their cold wash over me first but gave them no reaction. Clara shuddered, and the shadows hidden within every corner of the alley and trash area we stood in writhed. A thousand voices, a thousand razor blades slashing across the gritty surface of a chalkboard, all coalescing together into one ear-piercing voice. ‘…now you call on us…’ ‘…to free you from danger…’ ‘…to vanquish the puppets that hunt you down…’

They seemed oblivious to the fact that they had just lost their friends, merely treating the dead spiders as sustenance to feed on. Tracy muttered a string of chants. "Oh, mighty Lord of the Holy Illuminati, please grant me the strength of the holy light!" Just as the words rang through the air, a ray of holy light shot down from the heavens. It enveloped Tracy completely as he continued muttering chants. Multiple pillars of light appeared from the heavens and struck the surrounding spiders as they exploded and fell to the ground in pieces.

“Gabriel may be defeated, but his influence lingers. We need a safe place to regroup.” A voice broke through our deliberation—a young werewolf named Clara, with piercing green eyes that seemed to hold ancient wisdom. “There is a place,” she said, stepping forward. “A sanctuary deep in the mountains, guarded by ancient magic. It’s a haven for our kind, a place where we can heal and gather our strength.” I looked at Clara, hope stirring within me. “How do you know of this place?” She met my gaze, her expression earnest. “My grandmother spoke of it often. She said it was a place of refuge, hidden from those who would seek to harm us. If we can reach it, we’ll be safe.”

“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.”

This is not you; you don’t get flustered. I opened the door and sat beside a vacant space beside Eve. “Where’s Royce?” she asked. I was about to answer when the door flew open and in walked Royce with a gray under armor tank top. “Here.” He proceeded to sit next to me. Master Zorylle cleared his throat. “There has been news of supernatural activity in an abandoned church for the past few years. Though no one has had the courage to go inside the church, witnesses have reported supernatural sightings.”