Funny Supernatural Novels & Stories

She snaps out of it, but nothing can change the fact that she looked—dirty girl. “Yeah, haven’t you noticed anything strange?” I nod at a man crossing the street with an unnatural smile. He reminds me of a zombie. “You think his glazed eyes and hypnotic walk is natural?” The man isn’t entirely out of it. He still got his own thoughts and problems, but whenever he runs into a supernatural creature, the compulsion will kick in and make him believe everything is normal. He will walk funny, but only for a few minutes until he has walked past us. Then he will forget he ever saw me.

Hollywood Undead blared in the background. They must be having a party. I grinned broadly at them all. I missed my friends like crazy. “Ok, so I’m the only one who was afraid your plane crashed or something terrible like that. Apparently everyone else,” Liza shrugged sarcastically “just thought it was dandy they hadn’t heard from their close friend in two days.” Her red pig tails bounced as she cursed out the crowd, and I shook with laughter. “Enough gab about the boring stuff,” Brody appeared behind Liza, tugging playfully on her hair. “Fill us in on what’s happening over there. Did you fuck and make up with Vasha?”

"Bob thinks this is a Psychopath. That this psychopath's method of killing his victims' very rare. And he also thinks that I've had... experience with this kind of things." "What does that mean?" "He thinks I see the Supernatural." Funke said nothing. Lex's shirt was unbuttoned and she could see his broad, hairless chest, six dents running across his stomach and a 'V' line in his torso. She swallowed hard. "Do you believe it?" "Believe what?" "That you have a knack for the supernatural?" Lex watched a grasshopper hop by. "I am not a psycho." "No one said you were." "I am not possessed."

"A separate corporate or political front? A human institution shielding an assassin network?" "Worse," Roran said, his tone growing heavier, laden with an underlying sense of dread that sent a subtle chill through the room. "I suspect Mr. Dante has a direct hand in the recent disruptions plaguing our territories. I suspect he is the mastermind behind whoever is actively taking supernaturals off the grid." The air in the private office grew violently cold. Lucien stiffened, his hands clenching into tight fists at his sides. Lately, the supernatural world had been thrown into a state of quiet, simmering panic. Supernaturals from various factions—low-tier witches, rogue vampires, and young were

The two men stared at me and I stared right back at them with a blank expression. How were they expecting me to react after all the bullshit they just spurted out of their mouths? Vampire Kingdom?! Supernatural world?! Human slave?! Ha! Is this a fucking prank or what? I forced out a laugh trying to make them think that what they said was funny. At this point I would do anything to get away from these lunatic creeps. "That was very funny guys. Thanks again for saving my life. I really need to go home, bye!"

“Still keeping with the supernatural theme, and it was actually made in this century.” “Oh! Have you heard of Supernatural?” I perked up. “Big fan.” He grinned. “I mean, Sam, Dean, and Cas… yeah, major slash vibes there. And I’d call Jeffrey Dean Morgan ‘Daddy’ any day of the week.” “Right! So freaking hot. Like my entire sexuality in one cast.” “JDM’s in The Walking Dead.” “I don’t like horror things.” “You’re cool with a high school chick dusting vamps, but not zombies?”

The supernaturals' wines and drinks were known for their quality and strength—strong enough to get him drunk and strong enough to unalive a human if consumed excessively. “Relax, you’ll only have half a glass of each. You wanted to try them out, remember?” I didn’t expect him to take my snarky comment, the other day, seriously.

I asked. He looked at me, taken aback by my question, as if not expecting it. "Of course he said, did you think werewolves were the only supernatural alive" his voice, a deep rumble ending in a chuckle. Wow, my eyes widened. "What other supernaturals are there?" I asked. "Well, there are the fae, the spirits, the ancient trees, just like you saw, the changelings, the seers, there are even some humans with special abilities that can access the supernatural," he said.

It was utterly perplexing – how had I become connected to the animal kingdom? The glowing eyes, the sharp fangs, the growing claws, the sensation of bones shifting and breaking, and the sudden appearance of fur – all of these things were unmistakably linked to the world of wolves. Among a host of other supernatural beings like vampires, witches, banshees, and more, it seemed I was now a wolf. It felt surreal, and I couldn't help but laugh in my head. If this situation hadn't been replaying itself so vividly in my thoughts, I might have thought it was just a hallucination.

I was as lost as her. “Who are ‘we’ you keep mentioning them and who is that god you all want to awaken if there is such a thing?” She asked in confusion and the male laughed as he watched Tamara’s confused face and I clenched my fists, feeling my claws dug into my palms. “We are the fed up supernaturals. We want the world to change. And mate, you are silly, of course, there are gods or did you think that there is only the moon goddess, the weakest of the weak?”