Funny Supernatural Novels & Stories

“ 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.

My spiritual self hates me so much and never lets me pass any chance of taunting me. 'Oh, come on, I was just stating the facts, couldn't help, it's too harsh, could I?' her witchy laugh is all I can hear in my head, and it's annoying. I wonder how other supernaturals make peace with the spiritual beast continuously nagging inside their heads.

The fluorescent lights blinked awake, throwing the hall into a harsh, clinical brightness that made everything—the desks, the scratched floors, the pale faces around me—feel suddenly too real. The room burst into scattered conversation. Laughter. Scoffs. The snap of closing notebooks. I sat still, numb, while the noise washed over me like a tide I didn’t belong to. "Come on, really?" a guy in the back called out, his voice carrying easily. "A bloodline of supernatural hybrids hiding among us? Cool story, but c’mon." Another chuckled, shaking his head. "Yeah, drinking blood, walking in the sun? What is this, Vampire Superman? No way."

If only wishes were horses. Her chuckles, unfortunately, graduate to full-blown hacking coughs, and Sandara is again by her side, patting her chest gently to prevent her from choking on her saliva. Now, it is Lia’s turn to feel awkward, as she wonders how a mere snicker can balloon into something else. She believes, for a moment, that Karma has caught up with her, but then she remembers that for witches and other members of the supernatural world, such things are non-existent. “Take it easy, now. You can laugh at me all you want when you’re much stronger.”

My mother was at the counter, chopping onions with the steady rhythm of someone who found peace in repetition. “Mum,” I said, my voice soft but urgent. She looked up and smiled. “Yes, baby?” I hesitated. “Do you think… werewolves are real? Or any of the supernatural stuff?” The knife paused mid-slice. Then, my mother threw her head back, she laughed, a deep, genuine laugh that filled the kitchen. “What’s so funny?” I asked, a flicker of frustration in my tone. “Oh, sweetheart. Are you reading those fantasy novels again?”

Surely it had been human once, alive and breathing, but now, it was a parody of humanity, a force of utter filth, borne of hatred and malice. She laughed bitterly, exposing rotten teeth.So close was she that Mrs Feeney could smell the scent of death on her.How long had her mortal remains been buried, for it to have the smell of grave rot in her spirit form? “So, old woman, you can see me?Truly an interesting turn of events.Tell me, are you the one protecting her?” “I owe you no explanation,”Mrs Feeney replied more forcefully.“You do not belong in this world!” She took a few steps closer and Mrs Feeney could see her more clearly.

The human asked themselves as they scrambled to reach home to tuck themselves into their beds and sleep away their sorrows. In the distance, the one who had caused the gloomy atmosphere watched the humans. And surrounding him were hydras who feasted on the people’s sadness as it made them stronger. ‘Pathetic!’ Cornelius said in irritation as he watched the weak creatures push and fight among each other. They were far more superior to these dimwits and yet they were forced to conceal their entire existence from them because of a stupid rule that the supernatural world and it's were supposed to be separate from the human world.