Funny Supernatural Novels & Stories

“That’s not much of a weird task, is it?” I shook my head. After two years of working in this field, I have learned that some supernatural creatures loan money or services to humans, and when they cannot pay back, they tend to go to the extremes when collecting debts. It was nothing out of the ordinary. Most of the time, they pay for their lives or years of service, or maybe a leg or an arm. I was not one to judge. I was only here for the job. Lincoln Morten’s face popped up on my screen when I pressed on my keyboard. Oh, he definitely looked like trouble. The smooth planes of his face covered his strong cheekbone and jaw. His eyes looked like they were ready to murder you.

"Wait, you mean... You mean they... The people here are not human?" "No, they are not." The girl responded. Hearing the girl, Maryn felt like laughing so hard. She couldn't just keep control and even started laughing. Like what the h*** she was saying? Maryn never heard about those things before. Though she heard that supernatural power exists but for real? And if they were not human then what were they?

" Poor girl! Doesn't know anything! I thought Liam would have told you by now?! " " Told me what? " " Let me help you! "he says." Have you ever seen a shadow covering his eyes when he is angry or his mood changes or even some other weird stuff that he can do and nobody else can? " He is right. I have noticed all these things around Liam. But what does this have to do with everything that has been happening? " Well, how do I say this sweetheart... We're kind of..., supernatural creatures! " " Are you kidding me? Does this look funny to you?? Do I look like I'm laughing with your jokes?"

The narrative of spirit animals had always been a point of joke to me but Mrs Greene seemed to have shown interest so I took to my high school boots to explain the essence of believing in one’s spirit animal. “Do you believe in your theory?” She asked. Knowing very well it wasn’t my theory I giggled at her humor. “No, I don’t ma’am”. Her smile settled the objective building in my head . “You explain it like you believe.” Immediately registering her hands back to the paint. The meal was being served on a platter . Laid out on a long table where we both could eat . “Do you believe in the supernatural?” Her question made me giggle at the thought of it. ‘Super what now?

one of them retorted, his voice filled with defiance, "but our spirit will never be extinguished. The werewolf spirit will endure, even in the face of your tyranny." The Supreme Werewolf God Destroyer let out a mocking laugh that echoed through the chamber. "Foolish creatures," he scoffed, "you underestimate our power. We are the embodiment of destruction, the harbingers of the end. Your kind will be eradicated, and your legacy will be nothing more than a fading memory."

Lim, however, lying motionlessly, with his forehead bleeding and the bruises on his neck, worsen. --------- Izzat squinted his eyes in wonder. What the heck is that ugly thing? He saw a creepy old lady suspiciously hovering around Lim, his classmate. The old lady's cackling laughter made Izzat feel goosebumps all over his body. Hah... Why is this college being haunted by something sinister? Why do the things he encountered here carry very dark energy and grievances? Most of the evil spirits here are really malicious, and their malevolence level is lethal. If those being at this level attacked humans, the consequence is deadly.

“ He won't find you here, trust me” ‘“ how do you know that? “ “ I know we've lost our powers and all , but this is still a supernatural land, bound by an ancestral force from the past, anyone with bad intentions can't get past our bond” “ Well that's comforting, “ I smiled. She smiled back and went back to whatever she was doing. I waved at Indila and Khan and went back to the room given to me by Uriel. She sat humming a tune and braiding her hair. I took a seat beside her.

Six months later, on an unremarkable old street in Stepford. Using the reward money I got from the police, I opened a new funeral service shop. The storefront wasn't large, but it was spotless. A red-painted wooden sign hung outside. [Body Restoration: $10,000. Reading the Dead: $100,000. No Haggling. Get Lost.] A lot had happened over the past six months. Stella had committed suicide in detention. She sharpened the handle of a toothbrush and drove it into her carotid artery.

I’m used to Jonathan’s crazy inventions, but that’s different from all this. I am not used to the idea of there being werewolves and vampires. If they are real, what the fuck else is? Fairies? Leprechauns? Genies? Legit, how much of Supernatural is real? Are there hunters out there like Sam and Dean? Is there a God? If he’s anything like Chuck, it would explain why the world is fucked.

The host chuckled, masking a hint of envy in her voice. "Welcome to 81.9 GistFM, I'm Aaaa-manda, and we're ready to delve into something spooky today. Though Halloween isn't here yet, we'll be discussing the supernatural, including Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, and even Witches. If young ones are tuned in, you might want to switch off the radio. But first, let's get down to business - do you believe in these supernatural entities? Miranda halted.