Funniest Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

“Like you, you have Clairvoyant Eyes. That’s because you have the blood of some demon within you.” Quincy chuckled. “So you’re saying that Susan’s a mongrel?” Susan glared at him. “Quincy Zoppins, you’re always spouting such bullsh*t!” Quincy replied, “If you could actually spout bullsh*t out of your mouth, I’ll call you master.” Susan was so angry that she started heaving, but she couldn’t do anything at the time. Even so, she was still quite interested in Dorothy’s explanation of demons. “Then what demon blood do I have in my body?”

Alexandra was frowning at the screen, eyes narrowed. “What is it?” William asked. “Someone posted a new entry,” Alexandra said slowly. “‘Malcolm Smith was really a Satanist. He dismembered his victims with an axe before slitting his wrists. His soul is trapped in the house for eternity.’” He turned to us. “Where the hell is this headed?” I slammed the book shut. “If this turns into some Scooby-Doo level nonsense, I swear I’ll burn that place down myself. How the hell are we supposed to take down a spirit that doesn’t even follow its own rules?”

'' He shut his laptop down and then started laughing. '' Oh, my goodness! Out of all the stupid things you've said since we met for the first time. This is the best one, you really believed all this matter said by a human about us. Let me guess! You also think that holy water would burn us alive, isn't it??''

I countered, "I actually do think I'm senile sometimes. I have weird dreams and think of weird things; I've even met the grim reaper a few times. I think I'm way past senile, don't you think?" I heard laughter after my rant; was he laughing at me? How's the grim reaper capable of producing such a cute & gentle laugh? He was beyond rude, but blessed with cute laughter. "That's wasn't me; I don't laugh. Laughing doesn't suit my line of work. That was my scythe." "Quit reading my mind! How do I shut you out?" I paused, "Wait, your scythe can laugh?" My eyes bulged at the craziness I was experiencing. This was beyond the norm. As I was thinking of this abnormality, an orange smoke appeared.

"Ha-Ha! Very funny!" I shouted angrily at him. I got scared for a moment since I thought its tru, but that's so stupid of me. The thoughts of Adam are making a fool out of me, the demons and shit. Now I am curious about heaven and the angels. I regained my normal breathing and scrunched my nose. "Why would you even believe a ridiculous joke?" He mocked me as he beamed, and it was irritating and adorable at the same time. "Don't you believe in the supernatural...?"

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Of course you don’t. In fact, I’ll bet the mere fact that we’re talking about it is giving you a migraine?” She stared at him in shock. “I split my head open, don’t you think that’s to be expected?” “But it’s not just today, is it? That always happens when you think about certain things just a little too much. When you think about werewolves, or maybe even the supernatural in general.” She cringed. “I don’t believe in the supernatural. That includes psychic blocks or whatever you’re talking about.”

, His words worsened my nerves. “It’s just some organization that is against supernatural creatures, they have every tool and material that can make supernatural creatures like us vanish from the earth”, He responded. I noticed a hint of hurt in his voice. “Like silver bullets, l heard they can kill vampires”, l spoke in a low voice. “Sadly they can kill us too”, There was silence after his words. I was worried but I had no word to say. **

"I... I think I saw something nasty. And I might have met someone who fights demons too." "What?" His coworkers looked lost. "What do you mean?" Lonnie explained frantically. "Like in novels, you know? Someone who can do exorcisms and get rid of evil spirits!" "Isn't that an arcane practitioner?" His coworker looked shocked too. "Are you saying that you... you ran into a dead spirit?" The coworker was obviously scared when he said that; he glanced around. "There can't possibly be any dead spirits around this place, right? Maybe you saw it wrongly. There are so many people in the city now, so there's no way there's supernatural stuff happening."

The chap smirked. The goofy smile widened. "You thought, up there in the manor, those weird folks were mafia?" "Obviously…" "Um-lady, you are crazy. But know this: You could take my mind off the nasty geriatrics and their imminent death. I have a cot in the back, but there is no way they are mafia, they are more than that." "How so?" Lily once again eyed the protruding beak. "I think they are something else, supernatural." The lad added with a dramatic voice.

"And I don't like that kind of movies, but through persuasion, we end up watching the spell, but strangely, it doesn't scare me as much as... The Nun. "Enlighten me," I say, leaving aside the moment I watched that movie with Gérard. "It's that people are so stupid!" she exclaims, putting a sushi roll in her mouth. "I mean, they can clearly see the house is haunted from miles away, and yet they still rush into it.” Her tone of voice makes me burst out laughing. "Don't laugh, it's true, they're idiots." "You're absolutely right," I admit. "But hey, if they weren't, it wouldn't be funny either. So, we'll just have to keep watching stupid people run away from ghosts."