Funny Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

That’s actually cute. I nearly choke on my smile that risks slipping out of my control as my mind forces the word that is normally not part of my vocabulary out of my brain. “Reincarnation is just a silly rumor. Just like the angels. Made up by humans too scared to face nothingness,” I say annoyedly before adding in a murmur, “Lucky idiots.” “Maybe,” she counters happily. “But how lucky are the idiots who find a Beloved.”

He makes quotes with his fingers, making sure I know he doesn’t see Lucas as a person at all. “What did you do?” I ask as dread washes over me. Scott shrugs. “Time will tell.” “You’re a piece of shit, you know that, right? Lucas employs people. Messing with his businesses puts their jobs at risk.” “Their fault for deciding to work for a devil of the night.” “That insult doesn’t even make sense. Calling a vampire a devil is implying that they are demonic, and trust me, vampires and demons are vastly different.” “And you’d know.” He rolls his eyes, going back to pretending that I’m insane and magic is just something I’ve made up in my head.

“ 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.

- To be afraid of such shit - to be the most shit! “Let's see how brave you are,” the sorcerer chuckled, spitting blood, after which he said, referring to Tamir, who was frozen indifferently to the side. - Well, what are you doing with a sour face? Today you will go into the mortuary and crawl out of there only when you raise three ghouls. And then you put it down. So that in advance I don’t fall into melancholy and sadness every time.

I kept recalling his words, his smile, his grin, his dance, his overall gestures, and most importantly, his eyes. “No. It doesn’t work me in the same way.” I lied and then started checking the site. It was more or less like a list of supernatural creatures with their pictures, powers, the location where they could be found, and crimes. Not that whoever would kill the creature would be rewarded with some amount of money as well.

Theria put her face in her hands, "Put away the childish things, Warren. You're doing big boy stuff now." The bartender cleared his throat, "Could we get back to the task at hand. Max said with a smile. "I'm sure there is a time and place to sort out your domestic squabble." Warren went to speak, but Aurelia silenced him with a hand, "That's enough out of you." Her tone grew steely and businesslike, "We need a few volunteers to help lure a deadly spirit here so we can put it down." Max looked around the room, "Looks like you don't have any takers for that mission. The magic stuff freaks out us soldier types. We've seen enough human horrors to last a lifetime. Why would we go looking for supe

Mom am not insane,it the truth vampire are real it bit me and drank my blood see,see ( showing her are neck ) Alex shut up,just shut up you are mental,am sorry but you will be going to the mental institution this evening,I just have to sign my signature Mom you can't do this am your child,your baby girl,your little princess And you are till are,you are till are (crying)am sorry forgive me Mom ,mom That night I was taking to a mental institution THE NEXT DAY ok everyone get up,hey you girl get up I got up what will I do this is my life now Hey everyone,time for your breakfast I walk like everyone,eat like them until bully came Hey bitch what you eating Look like a mad man just call a mad girl

“I suppose it was kind of peaceful being dead.” I waved my hand dismissively. “Don’t care. So long as you’re dead again by the time that moon lowers.” My forced politeness apparently didn’t count towards witches who’d fucked with my familiar. “Throw the potion on Sebastian, then hand me the knife. You’ll have to chant with me. Do you remember the words?” She glared at me. “Of course I do. It’s my spell.” Goddess, dead people really are the testiest of testy people.

Each step towards it sends goosebumps through me, and a coldness envelopes us. Our guide stops midway, signaling us to gather around. “These,” he says, in a hushed, spooky voice, “are the lost souls who met their end on this very bridge. On nights like these, they return, searching, always searching.” “And this one?” Willow murmurs. “Just creepy,” I whisper back. “What, no actual supernatural reason?” she asks. “Nope, just plain old creepy,” I say with a shrug. “Well, maybe it’s some magical stuff we don’t know of yet,” she offers. “Maybe there’s some real supernatural force that you can’t explain scientifically.” She grins, like she just won a game.

The chap smirked. The goofy smile widened. "You thought, up there in the manor, those weird folks were mafia?" "Obviously…" "Um-lady, you are crazy. But know this: You could take my mind off the nasty geriatrics and their imminent death. I have a cot in the back, but there is no way they are mafia, they are more than that." "How so?" Lily once again eyed the protruding beak. "I think they are something else, supernatural." The lad added with a dramatic voice.