Funny Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

Sam emerged from the spiritual energy now with his new arsenal granted to him by a mysterious on looken. Shirley stood up startle dby the young voodooist new weapons with her attention mostly centered on his staff. “The haunted Orphan?” Shirley questioned. That’s impossible. “Is that what this is called?” Sam asked. While look into the yes of the skull. The empty sockets glew green as Sam’s pupils did the same, attering his demeanor in the process to a more vulgar tone. “Let’s paint this garbage ass apartment with your blood, plant bitch. Sam said with a sinister smile.

He let out that deep, pot-bellied laugh before he finally spoke. “Ah. I haven’t had this type of fresh entertainment in a long time.” He said. “We should have females frequently shifting out of sanity like this. It will be fun to watch you rip flesh every now and then, old friend.” He added and the crowd roared in agreement while I swallowed. Could they at least release me while they discussed my death? Not that I’m saying I accept dying. It would just be nice for anyone to have a breather. Not actually die before they are killed. You know what I mean?

Frost asks. Crazy Harry shrugs, and his beard quivers with the motion. “Don’t rightly know. I’ve never seen it.” I thank Harry for his time, then we leave him sitting on the ground, smoking his joint while the ducks swim leisurely nearby. Malix falls into step beside me. “Are we seriously listening to the crazy guy?” “Yes, we’re listening to the crazy guy,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Not all crazy people are crazy. Sometimes, they just know things they’re not supposed to know and other humans don’t believe them. You’re a supernatural creature. You should know that.”

He sits in quiet contemplation for what feels like forever before he finally puts his empty cup on the table and looks me dead in the eye and says, “the only logical reason I can place, and given the unkind suggestions the voices have tried to encourage you to perform… that you have some demonic spirits attached to you.” “I’m sorry, what?” Jay laughs out awkwardly. “Spirits? Demons? I’ve never seen either of those in my life. They are just excuses humans always used to blame anyone not like them, for their bad luck.” For him to say something like that, makes me feel less bad about not believing Bucky fully just yet myself. However, with how wise the Sorcerer is, I know better than to say a w

"Stop making fun of me already, will you?" "Whatever makes you think I'm doing that?" "Everything! You all are! I'm not an idiot. And this prank isn't funny anymore. So quit it already." She was getting agitated now. That was better than the hysterical laughter, but only marginally. "It's not a prank, Ivy. It's the truth." Ivy shook her head, not ready to believe me. "No, it's not. Supernatural creatures exist only in shows and movies, everyone knows that. You're not going to fool me."

Or because she was the one responsible for them all. “What should we do? Why is he behaving this way” Quinn's panicked-filled voice erupted in the room, and she turned to face Liam, who stood in quietness while staring at Lincoln. With the look on his face, it was obvious he had never seen such a situation before. The supernatural world creatures, only heals, with the help of their wolf, and herbs. It was rare for them to get so sick unless it was their last days on earth and their wolf is weakened, then they end up giving up the ghost after some time of being sick.

Life’s so unfair, man. “What does a spoon matter when we’re literally stuck in the middle of the woods with invisible monsters, shady, bad men and whatever else creeps around here? Can you please, for once, use your brain and kick some sense in the gear?” He whisper-hisses, so red in the face, he reminds me of a tomato. “You could join a casting for vegetable commercials looking like this,” I remark and laugh at the brilliant joke my brain just reacted. Shit, am I not the funniest guy out there? Look at me - sense of humor, looks, body and an impressive spoon collection, I have it all, damn it. No wonder my little vixen couldn’t deny me.

I smiled genuinely for the first time in Hell, amazed. “They're like little miracles,” I whispered. “The creatures here, they're impossible,” I said, catching a glimpse of a unicorn behind a bay tree. Its horn glinted opalescent in the pale sunlight. Samael grinned. “You've been confronted with innumerable impossibilities, and it's the biota that trouble you the most?” The quetzalcoatls danced above us as Pallor clopped onwards, taking a turn near an overgrown, mossy fountain with a statue satyr reclining under a bronze dryad. She rained water down into an awaiting pool.

In an instant, she turned as pale as a ghost. "Where on earth did you hear such disgusting garbage from?!" My mother screamed, panic rising in her voice as she rushed toward my little brother.

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