Funniest Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

said Sam casually. Luna shook her head quickly at Sam's words. “No, I don't believe in something like that, it's just that imagining it is terrifying! Have you ever watched a movie about zombies? They are so horrible, covered in blood, and eat people! Not to mention other ghosts that can enter the human soul! Oh, that's terrible!” said Luna with a sharp glare. “You said you didn't believe it, so why imagine things that don't exist?!” quipped Sam with a very annoyed expression.

She answered, making my eyebrows furrow as I was pretty troubled, and Pryce replied to her, “Not normal… such as...?” And the lesbian doctor, Andrea, pointed her flashlight upside down below her chin and spoke with an eerie, spooky voice, “Anything paranormal… Such as---” I cut her off since I found this activity fascinating when something silly suddenly popped into my head. “What? Vampires? Werewolves? Goblins? Oh, aliens? Fudge, I love to meet one! And zombies!”

more like a taboo he got off on. "You know what, Max," I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I read somewhere on the internet that very unholy spirits live in cemeteries. We can't really be, you know... what I mean. Anything wrong we do here might have some consequences..." Max stopped walking and glared at me sideways, looking down at me with amusement and something I couldn't quite read. Then he smiled faintly, shaking his head. "Relax," he said. "We're not here for that. This is just a quick visit on our way."

I’ve never heard of it before. I was going to ask another question but he spoke first. “Dark spirits are those spirits who you can give orders to. I’m sure that someone’s behind these happenings and that someone wants to take my life.” Those sentences made me more confused. I really don’t have a thing with fantasies and I don’t believe in supernatural things so these “spirits” my Dad is talking about is giving me non other than confusion. Dad noticed the confused look on my face so he started talking again, explaining everything I sought to understand.

“Tell me everything again. Every detail. Every rule. Every requirement. If there’s a loophole, we’ll find it.” We worked through the night, coffee turning to energy drinks as the sun rose. We were surrounded by printouts and notes and half-formed theories when Vivienne suddenly leaned forward. “Wait,” she said, pulling up an article on ancient spiritual practices. “Look at this. It says that supernatural entities don’t actually want death or souls—those are just currencies they understand. What they really crave is acknowledgment. Recognition. Being remembered and honored.” I leaned over her shoulder, reading the text. “So instead of a life… we could offer remembrance?”

She thrashed and cackled at the camera like a movie villain on bath salts. “There are ghosts everywhere! Vampires! Witches! People turning into animals! I’m the chosen one…that’s why I saw it first! If you doubt me, come closer! Let me push you off the balcony just like we did to Kira…she came back to life! People don’t die! They just come back wearing new skin. I’m not insane!” “Sweetheart, you are insane,” I said out loud in a fit of laughter.

Who is he? Frank told her, and Jouri was not surprised after hearing what Frank told her about Reverend Quietus. It sounded scary, but as the reverend put it, the paranormal was but entities with the same energy signature as the spiritron vein. It was basically no different from cultivation, aside from being superior. "I'll hang up if there's nothing else," Frank said. "Wait." Jouri quickly stopped him. "Do you remember the number from Drunken Moon? I got a lead just a second ago. I'll send it over right now."

He straightened up after a moment. “What a relief.” He muttered. I gave him a curious look. He smiled knowingly. “Yesterday you were in a hell of pain. And today, you're all better. It tells me it's more supernatural than medical.” “Supernatural?” “I really can't explain since I'm not certain of anything. But I will have to keep an eye on you even after you're discharged. If something like this repeats itself. Then we will know it's supernatural. And then we will know the solution to it.”

I asked in the most innocent voice I could muster. The soldier in front of me spoke over his shoulder in a hushed tone so that his superiors couldn’t hear. “We’re hunting supernaturals,” he said. “I’m sorry,” I said, meekly. “Do you mean like Superman and Batman? They’re real?” “Where are you from, girl?” the soldier laughed. He was joined by a few others who were close enough to hear. “I wasn’t trying to be funny. I just don’t understand what you mean by supernatural,” I said with a hurt tone.

When I was six years old, I came down with a terrible fever. Doris carried me through a blizzard and begged a clinic doctor to treat me. She spent her entire life pinching pennies, setting aside every dollar for my future wedding. "Mark, ghosts are easier to deal with than people. A ghost just wants your life, but people will strip you to the bone." She used to say it while sipping her tea. ‘Doris, you were wrong. ‘In this world, people are far more poisonous than ghosts.’