Funny 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?”

this may be a fateful twist but by the gods I have been kissed sorry but your aim, it missed I know that I look a witch as I move my nose & give a twitch but my dear, I pulled a switch I raise my hands, I curse your words as spirits cry, my voice, is heard I bind you here, your soul I gird, I cast a spell, hogtie your feet take a bite, it's really sweet yes my dear please have a treat do you mind, if I have a seat? I call my spoon, my kettle stirring, as he speaks, the words are spurring, I laugh aloud, as kitty's purring, supernatural events, occurring, as caldrons bubble, broomsticks fly, & Frankenstein went walking by, his Mummy gives a wistful sigh, Your look of shock, a priceless one, l

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?”

“Ohh please tell me its some underworld mafia center don , vampire, werewolf 7 feet tall who has been running his underworld business using this haunted house as a cover but he doesn't know my superpower that I can see and talk to ghosts” I said excitedly. The darkness goes completely silent. Then a woman's voice says: “...You watch too many dramas.” I grin. “That's not a no.” A soft laugh echoes through the tunnel. My phone flashlight suddenly turns back on.

For a moment, I couldn’t believe what I had just heard because I hadn’t expected it at all, not from Charlie who never even hinted at knowing about the supernatural. “Don’t you dare give me that, I know you know what these are—or you’ve at least suspected! Vitamins my ass!” “Wait wait wait—you—you know?” “…Now I see where the disconnect is,” Charlie groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose before sighing. “Yes, I know about the supernatural. Moving on.” “No! No ‘moving on!’ How?!”

Rita, however, leaned forward slightly, her eyes lighting up. “Wait,” she said. “What do you mean by supernatural?” I shrugged lightly. “You know… humans turning into beasts… vampires… witches…” Mat scoffed. “Movies,” he said. “Stories. Nothing real.” Rita shook her head quickly. “I believe,” she said. Everyone turned to her. “You believe?” Mat repeated, clearly amused. “Yes,” she said confidently. “Not everything, but some things? Definitely.” Mat leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

Sensing my unease, he reached out and gently placed a weathered hand upon mine, offering reassurance. "Please, do not let the tales unnerve you, my dear. They are but figments of the past, remnants of a bygone era. Yet, there are those who still believe, who fear the night and its mysteries. For them, the mere mention of the vampire myth awakens primal fears." A mixture of curiosity and apprehension filled the air, and I found myself yearning for more. "Have you ever encountered anything supernatural, sir? Anything that has made you question the boundaries of reality?"

My eyes widen in shock as I glance at him to see if he's joking or not. "A...A...witch" He stares at me with amusement dancing around his eyes. "Yes, you didn't really think we were the only supernaturals in the world, right?" I gave him a look that said, "Duh," like, how was I to know there were other supernatural people like them? Orpheus laughed, taking hold of my hand and giving it a light squeeze. "Don't worry your pretty head about it now; that's another discussion for the day."

Any sign of mockery, and I was done talking. To my utter surprise, her head tilted down in a slight, serious nod before her lips parted. “Yes, I do. I actually do believe in the supernatural, and rebirth, second chances... all of those things. And a lot more that I'm usually too embarrassed to admit. You'd be surprised how much of a fan I am of that stuff.” I swallowed hard, trying to clear the dry saliva coating my throat, and I noticed Brenda did the exact same thing. “Why?” she asked, her eyes boring into mine with absolute seriousness. “Why did you suddenly ask me that?”

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."