Crowley Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

Clara drank the water and said “Thank You, Ethan. Why do you ask such a question?” Ethan replied calmly "I was reading a novel where the male protagonist is a supernatural creature so I wondered if it happens in reality too.” Clara laughed and said “Don’t be silly Ethan. It’s just fiction. No such thing exists apart from human here." Clara got worried about Ethan’s question. She knew she has to tell Ethan his truth on his 17th birthday but she still hasn’t figured out how to explain it to Ethan. To know Ethan’s view she asked him “What do you think of supernatural creatures?”. Ethan looked at her Mom and said “I think it is pretty cool. Superpowers are something we all need. If I had superpo

“Beelzebub is looking for you. Again. He’s saying how you should be on the council’s meeting along with the higher demons since you’re the reincarnation of Crocell.” “I don’t get that guy’s obsession with me and meetings. I mean—I may be Crocell in the flesh but I have always made it known that I am not interested in the power struggle down there, I’m comfortably living here.” I took a sip of my coffee and crossed my arms. “Besides, you idiot still haven’t granted my I quote, ‘deepest, darkest desire’ so you don’t get to tell me anything.” I huffed, imitating his voice and throwing my fingers in the air to quote him.

Studied them with those terrible eyes. Then it spoke. Not with a mouth. But directly into their minds. Silverblood. I smell you. Taste your power. Give it to me. Clara felt the words like pressure in her skull. Fought to stay standing. "I am not giving you anything," she said aloud. Then I will take it. The creature charged. Despite its size, it moved fast. Too fast. Clara barely had time to shout before it hit the first barrier. The pit they had dug opened beneath it. The creature fell.

Old man:(happy) " Hails to our Alpha." Hails to our Alpha Hails to our Alpha Hails to our Alpha Clara:(mind)" Finally I have successfully completed the ritual but why my blood is not stopping. You took out your handkerchief and tied your wound with it , preventing blood flow. You looked at the bowl in which your blood has mixed but the water is completely colourless. Clara:(confused)" Why the water has no blood colour?" old man:(happy)" This proves that you're born to be Alpha. "

“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.”

That elder was no one else but the being who used to be the strongest being in Holy Land, Quinto with the title of to stun three mountains, to grasp five valleys and to chase tidal away that even spirits are terrified. There were lots of people gathering at Demon Palace and naturally, they would all have faith in Lucas. In their opinion, no one on earth was able to defeat Lucas. Suddenly, Quinto opened both his eyes, and a stern gaze shot out from both his eyes, and innumerable fishes were shocked. "Is Lucas the Demon here?" Quinto said each word slowly. Quinto spoke with a very soft voice and no emotions were made out from his comment. But it was emanating an aura that could send chills dow

“Get them to the church. The sanctity might repel the shadows long enough for us to regroup.” Clara took a deep breath, summoning her inner light. With a surge of energy, she released a radiant burst, temporarily driving the shadows back. “Everyone, to the church!” she shouted. The villagers moved as quickly as their fear would allow, huddling together as they made their way to the sanctuary. Clara and Ethan held the line, their combined strength a fragile barrier against the overwhelming force. In the forest, Celeste found herself retracing Malcom’s steps. The cave loomed ahead, and as she stepped inside, the oppressive energy of the artifact nearly brought her to her knees.

The torches flickered wildly. And a whisper slid through the room like someone breathing in my ear. Not human. Not wolf. Something older. Something dark. Clara grabbed her dagger. Ben raised his spear. Jake’s shoulders tensed visibly. I stood slowly, one hand on my belly, the other on Lucas’s chest. “Who is here?” I said quietly into the air. The whisper grew louder. Words formed, chilling the back of my neck. Soon. Clara jerked. “What was that?”