Funny Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

When he notices Harold, he jumps as if zapped by electricity. "Gruelling gastritis! Be gone from me, you vile offspring of Satan!" Harold halts whilst Sid keeps rubbing his eyes and glaring at Harold. He does this repeatedly before shrieking once again like a hoarse-voiced banshee. "Abstract apparition! I am seeing a ghost! Flee from me you godforsaken demon. Scram! I said be gone you deranged ghost. Why should you haunt me? You brought it upon yourself! You are despicable! I command thee to return to the netherworld. Be gone from the land of the living!"

"Then we get creative. Nothing says 'casual coffee run' like the King of Hell, his heir, and a vampire whisking away a demon in a vortex of hellfire." Dad choked on his cookie, coughing out a laugh. "Subtle as ever, Luella." "Hey, subtlety is overrated," I retorted, scanning the room again. "Besides, it's not like anyone would believe them if they heard about it." Sebastian leaned in, his voice low. "You seem awfully cavalier about potentially exposing the supernatural world." I met his gaze, unflinching. "Trust me, vampire boy, I've got more tricks up my sleeve than you can imagine. If push comes to shove, I can wipe memories faster than you can say 'boo'."

I think they are right People are meant to be scarier than ghosts because they have the ability to harm you. "Can you tell me why did you naturally did that?"I asked out of curiousity. "What?" he enquired cynically smiling Is this real?I'm blown away. "what? Are you saying something?"I can't believe that he can speak. "Are you going to murder me right now?" "Yes unless you beg"he said with a smile and smirking at me?What "Please don't kill me"I pleaded rubbing my palms together,Yes just like this I have a great plan dude.

He replied. " That is huge, this still feels like a movie to me. These things only happen in movies." I muttered. "Movies tell real-life stories in humorous ways. Yours is to find it." He replied, " Do you need another?" He asked and I shook my head. " Are there other things that seem unreal to you in movies?" I scoffed, " Like supernaturals, vampires, werewolves, witches, elves and the rest. Total balderdash." I chuckled and stopped laughing when I saw his countenance.

"Wow. Give me three." "How about you pay 500?" "Gimme a sec." I text Bruce: Hey, big bro. I need $500. It's an emergency. Bruce: What? Zee: I think I got attacked by something supernatural. Bruce calls immediately, asking, "What do you mean?" "Bruh! I think this older guy I met is a werewolf or was trying to sacrifice me to one!" "Do you see what I mean, now? Dad and that heathen he married think everything I say is a joke, but we're not fighting flesh and blood, but spiritual wickedness in high places!"

I’ve never heard of it before. I was going to ask another question but he spoke first. “Dark spirits are those spirits who you can give orders to. I’m sure that someone’s behind these happenings and that someone wants to take my life.” Those sentences made me more confused. I really don’t have a thing with fantasies and I don’t believe in supernatural things so these “spirits” my Dad is talking about is giving me non other than confusion. Dad noticed the confused look on my face so he started talking again, explaining everything I sought to understand.

I asked quickly, my gaze darting through the shadows, trying to catch any movement. ‎River froze for half a second. ‎ ‎Then he burst out laughing out Loud and Unrestrained. ‎ ‎I blinked at him, confused. “What’s funny?” ‎ ‎“You,” he said between laughs. “You’re funny, Seraphina. ‘Blood-sucking demon’?” ‎ ‎I rolled my eyes, a small smile slipping through. “What was I supposed to call them?” ‎ ‎He smirked. “Well… they are blood suckers.” ‎

I asked him in a cracked voice. "Yes, I did but I wonder how did you survive those brutal goons. They never missed their target. They even confirmed your death by sending a very bloody photo of yours but after thirty minutes, you came back without a scratch on your body. Don't tell me that you're a vampire or a giant?" He narrowed his eyes. "May be, I am a supernatural soul whom you should be scared of." I enjoyed seeing his confused face.

“I love more than your looks, Vickie. I love your soul.” “Megan insists that we’re soul mates.” He nodded, “I can see that.” “I’m not sure I believe in soul mates. She also talks to dead people which is another thing I’m on the fence with.” He threw his head back in laugher. “You make love to a vampire and hunt zombies in the night, but you question talking to spirits?” I grinned at how ridiculous it sounded. “And soul mates. I question them too.” He shook his head. “Amazing.”

he mused, trying to make sense of the conflicting emotions within. Sia, with her characteristic insight, spoke softly, "Maybe it's not about labeling it as 'supernatural' or 'ordinary.' Perhaps there are facets of reality we are yet to comprehend fully. This experience might be an invitation to explore the depths of our consciousness, to connect with the mysteries that lie within." As the friends exchanged thoughts, Ms. Jenkins listened from afar, impressed by the depth of their conversation. She marveled at the bond these three shared—an unbreakable bond forged through years of shared laughter, hardships, and dreams.