Supernatural Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

He would know her name for sure, even if she'd never heard of him. The El stopped and she disembarked, still listening to this guy talk about goblins. Goblins. Really? "Supernatural beings? I think you'd have an easier time convincing me of aliens." "Well," BJ said. The host laughed. "Okay. I need to cut out and show a commercial from our sponsor. Everyone stay here, and we'll be back in a minute."

When I turned back around, I noticed a new note pinned to the table. It was the same familiar handwriting, but the strokes seemed to carry a hint of chill this time. "Squanderer." I froze, then started laughing out loud. So this ghost couldn't just cook—she was also a thrifty, budget-conscious woman. I liked that. I immediately grabbed a pen and wrote back, "Sorry, Ivy. I was just joking. From now on, let's stick to regular dishes. I won't bring up such ridiculous things anymore." I made sure to apologize sincerely.

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!"

“Don’t go looking all grim and glum now. If you hang around here too long, I might just kick the bucket myself. And then what will you do? Can’t be coming to visit with your father’s cousin’s ghost.” I chuckled. The absurdity of it all and of him talking about death like it was a joke, caught me off guard, and I let out a genuine laugh. It was the first real laugh I’d had in days. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed it. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?” I shook my head, still laughing. “But seriously, I’ll take you up on that visit before you kick the bucket.” “Good, good,” he said, giving me a sly wink. “You best make it soon, before I start charging an entry f*e.”

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?

The wasn't oblivious of the sarcasm that laced the message. It was obviously from the overpampered princess, Helena. Her tone was rather off-course. But her intent was mutual with mine. "5 it is then," I muttered a silent response. She was already sitting, tapping her feet impatiently on the floor. On the table were two cups of hot chocolate. I frowned. "Biology should tell you that I am a were-dog. And chocolate cannot kill me. Though it can rather be a pain in the ass." I brushed past her offensive gesture and sat.

Cedric laughed excitedly, “Haha! We trapped him! Cast all your Supernatural Powers to annihilate the demon!” He immediately thrust his palms, channeling vast purple-gold energy into the tower. The other powerhouses unleashed their Supernatural Powers, directing their most potent forces at the purple-gold tower. It spun rapidly, generating lightning and thunder, invoking a cataclysm that shook the surroundings. Amid this chaos, a middle-aged man dressed in a black and white robe sneered, “Hmph, the descendant of Yianni is nothing special. He was just bluffing.” His contemptuous remark stirred up laughter among the other powerhouses in the void.

After hearing this she was really surprise “you mom didn’t call any brother here to follow your spiritual progress. How come, the devil can destroy all her hard work? Since childhood she’s forming you to honour and save our lord” How can she keep a straight face when spouting such foolishness “Sharon i hope you aren’t laughing at your best friend, because if that the case you can find yourself another sleeping arrangement” Her face became so twisted “I was just joking, you’re so serious “ I was very happy today that nothing and nobody can change my happy mood, that is why i said “one for syntia and zero for Sharon. You really think that you’re the only entity here with the privilege of crack

I sigh feeling so lost. He shrugs, "We could put an ad in the paper." I scoff sarcastically. "And what will it say? We've got questions about the Supernatural. Hit us up at 773-***-****?" I roll my eyes while shaking my head. He gives me a serious look. "Yeah why not?" He groans heavily running his large hands over his face and through his thick jet black curls.

Praying to whoever could hear me that she was okay. Standing over the black wolf with the gun still poised in her hand, emptying bullet after bullet, it was excessive. But who was I to say anything? I could still taste Joggernut’s blood in my mouth. Riley, I think he might be dead, don’t you? Have you never seen Supernatural? These fuckers are never really dead until you salt their bones and burn them. Okay then, no more Supernatural for you, you do know that’s a T.V series, it’s fiction.