Funniest Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

Sensing my unease, he reached out and gently placed a weathered hand upon mine, offering reassurance. "Please, do not let the tales unnerve you, my dear. They are but figments of the past, remnants of a bygone era. Yet, there are those who still believe, who fear the night and its mysteries. For them, the mere mention of the vampire myth awakens primal fears." A mixture of curiosity and apprehension filled the air, and I found myself yearning for more. "Have you ever encountered anything supernatural, sir? Anything that has made you question the boundaries of reality?"

Lucian "And why the full moon?" He let's out a mocking smile. "Pure coincidence, don't confuse us with those stupid hounds!" Stupid hounds? I think back to the conversation we had about the wolf I saw. He made fun of me, hitting at the fact that it as a werewolf. I thought he was just joking! So as well as vampires and witches, there are also supernatural dogs? And then what, fairies, aliens, and unicorns? It's getting ridiculous!

“A supernatural species is made up of two parts, one part human and the other the essence of what people refer to as the gods and goddesses. We each have a human side and an essence side. It depends, though, what essence governs you.” “Yeah mum, you’re still losing me here,” I said, shaking my head at her and she laughed. “All I am saying, honey, is that sometimes when we don’t have a voice, it doesn’t mean we don’t need you to listen.” “Mum!” I explained. “You’re being a fortune cookie again,” she would often say these random sayings when I was a kid or something that sounded like they were straight from an inspirational handbook or something. My dad would joke that she could write fortune

When he notices Harold, he jumps as if zapped by electricity. "Gruelling gastritis! Be gone from me, you vile offspring of Satan!" Harold halts whilst Sid keeps rubbing his eyes and glaring at Harold. He does this repeatedly before shrieking once again like a hoarse-voiced banshee. "Abstract apparition! I am seeing a ghost! Flee from me you godforsaken demon. Scram! I said be gone you deranged ghost. Why should you haunt me? You brought it upon yourself! You are despicable! I command thee to return to the netherworld. Be gone from the land of the living!"

"Hey demon, despite you're very strong, I got so many people on my side, why should I be afraid of you?" Lucas shook his head and thought of them as a group of fools who thought highly of themselves. "Oh right, do you guys know where's the treasure of the Spooky Ocean of the northern area?" Lucas looked at the Rank 6 Celestial Honorable Ranked Undead Spirit Family and asked. "Hahaha!!!" The Rank 6 Celestial Honorable Ranked Undead Spirit Family burst into laughter instead. "Hey demon, I've lost count of how people ask me such questions but all of them met with the same fate, and that was dead."

"She thinks I'm crazy, a liar." "She's not wrong about the crazy." Pete's smile was thin, sad. "The supernatural doesn't fit in the boxes we want it to. People reject it because accepting it means accepting that the world is stranger and crueller than they thought." He set his coffee down, moving to stand behind Anna's chair, his heavy hand settling on her shoulder.

“You were so deep in thought, you didn’t even hear me come in.” Lucas chuckled, rubbing his hands together. “It’s been... weird lately. Do you believe in supernatural power?” Mike laughed. “What?” he coughed, still grinning. “That only happens in fairy tales, bro. You’ve been possessed? Let me guess, by a werewolf? Alpha? Or maybe Luna herself?” Lucas laughed too, shaking his head. “Maybe. Or maybe I’ve been bewitched. And to be honest, I don’t want to be free from it.”

The supernaturals' wines and drinks were known for their quality and strength—strong enough to get him drunk and strong enough to unalive a human if consumed excessively. “Relax, you’ll only have half a glass of each. You wanted to try them out, remember?” I didn’t expect him to take my snarky comment, the other day, seriously.

Each step towards it sends goosebumps through me, and a coldness envelopes us. Our guide stops midway, signaling us to gather around. “These,” he says, in a hushed, spooky voice, “are the lost souls who met their end on this very bridge. On nights like these, they return, searching, always searching.” “And this one?” Willow murmurs. “Just creepy,” I whisper back. “What, no actual supernatural reason?” she asks. “Nope, just plain old creepy,” I say with a shrug. “Well, maybe it’s some magical stuff we don’t know of yet,” she offers. “Maybe there’s some real supernatural force that you can’t explain scientifically.” She grins, like she just won a game.

“Indeed it does. We can speak that way anytime we want. Also, having this ability doesn’t mean I can read your mind.” “Oh, thank the goddess. No offense, of course, it’s… sometimes I can get rather snarky in my thoughts.” “You? I would have never thought it.” Solomon bit into a piece of sausage. “And in case you’re wondering, that was a joke.” “Didn’t know Lycans could joke.” “Ha-ha. I’ll have you know we have a killer sense of humor.” “Uh-huh. By the way, tonight is a full moon.” Lucia finished off her eggs.