Funny Supernatural Novels & Stories

Prologue: The cousins: “Oh shit yall back! We thought yall got tired of the foolishness we got going on, because we sure as shit, done got tired of the bullshit ourselves. We thought yall was gonna be quick about it, but it’s been a minute. So anyway Even though yall been gone long, I might as well tell you now, we still haven't had a chance to enjoy shit; not a damn thing. Do you know why? I can tell you why, it's because for some fucking reason supernatural motha fuckas are always mad about something. I mean they don't like nobody, all they want to do is kill folks, kidnap you, impregnate, or try an force you to be with them. Did I miss one? It don't matter you get where this is going. Now

"Easy for you to say, Jake. You're not the one with a taste of otherworldly snacks on your lips." Trevor and Alpha Charles joined in the banter, their camaraderie evident in the easy exchange of jests. The room, once charged with the weight of impending doom, transformed into a space where laughter mingled with the echoes of our shared experience. In the midst of our banter, a realization dawned – the bond we had forged wasn't just about facing external threats; it was about embracing the inherent humor in our shared journey. The supernatural had intersected with the mundane, and in that convergence, a camaraderie flourished that transcended the boundaries of our packs and roles.

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.

“You know, I still worry about people thinking I’m crazy for believing in these things. People here don’t blink an eye anymore of it.” “Don’t worry about it. You aren’t crazy. People sleep better if they don’t believe. They consider out of the ordinary or supernatural. I always thought. Oddly, we consider supernatural creatures outside of natural and unnatural. Yet they’re supposed to be here before we humans were. They connect many like the boggart and bogan to nature. I see it almost like racial insensitivity. But in this case, its species insensitivity.” “Never thought of that. Thanks for listening and giving your okay.” Eddie got out of there before Gabby. Got too metaphysical on him. It

He retorted with a rather faint chuckle. Making me mentally raise my eyebrow at him since I cannot do it physically. “ And where do you think we are then?” I frowned, not knowing what to answer. From what I have just witnessed, the wolf talking, changing into a human, and then talking casually again, it seems I am in a world where supernatural things exist, but from his tone of asking, as well as his amused demeanor, it feels like he is just messing with me.

He insulted, “What the hell are you? How dare you ask us to apologize to you? What f*cking era is this? Do you know about high technology? Do you know anything about thermal weapons? How could you still believe in things like taming seance? “I mean, you guys are also here today for the Juan Yates and Tyr Summers group. I have a word of advice for you all. None of your supernatural means will work here. You guys better scram! In case, you all will wet yourself in the battle later.” “Muahahahaha...” All of those mercenaries laughed out loud. But, of course, they were atheists, and they had also survived the battlefield bloodbath. So, as expected, they did not think highly of this group of sham

Amber snapped at the exact same time Cassandra yelled, “She crushed my phone!” The headache that had been forming earlier exploded into full force. “And attacking each other, fighting with your claws out, seemed like the best solution?” My voice dropped to that dangerous level that made people step back. “Because in your clearly idiotic-induced brains, you have forgotten that people cannot find out that the supernatural exists. And it is very clear that the people here are humans.” “I—” Amber started.

“Am I supposed to feel flattered?” Okay, he was a little sensitive. “Sorry, didn’t mean it that way.” He looked up at me, raising only one eyebrow. The Haunter Supreme demanded elaboration. I shrugged. “You normalized paranormal activity. It helped people going through it not to feel they’ve lost their minds, and helped regular people grasp the idea of invisible entities sharing the spaces with us. Not to mention the whole generation of investigators you guys inspired. Nobody cares if you get possessed or Isaac feels things every time the episode gets too quiet for TV.” I paused churning his pancake mix to turn to him. “You told me that yourself, remember: it’s supposed to be entertaining an

You are ancestral gods, and you behave like spoiled kids. Selene looks at Lucifron, stunned by his audacity. Hades transforms back into a hideous monster. A strong and powerful laugh fills the room and makes the packhouse shake. Outside the room, some shewolves scream in fear, and the friends look at Lucifron, who has his arms crossed, courageously looking between the eyes of the monster and Selene. - What's so funny about what I said? - he asks, thinking that the laughter came from Hades.