Supernatural Funny Quotes Novels & Stories

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?”

Cynthia smirked . Cynthia got her phone out of her pocket and spoke in the microphone ." Hey g****e can vampires kill ghosts ." Damon gave an eye roll " seriously ,,,,, like seriously "he excalimed knowing that it was stupid ...information on net would be more from the fiction stores and stuff majority of the people don't belive supernatural creatures are real .

"Oh, I thought I could hold back my laughter, but I couldn't bear it anymore, hahaha." Shiyu and Qiushui were even more annoyed. If Samuel hadn't reached out to stop them, they would have rushed over and chopped these bitches into minced meat. "Is it that funny?" At this time, Samuel couldn't help frowning. "F*ck, this idiot even asked me if it was funny, haha!" "Damn it, what a stupid man! Damn it, I've seen a pretentious person, but I've never seen such a stupid person. He is the Chief of the Mysterious Man Alliance? Oh, I'm so funny."

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.

Time stops, I run out of air, and the universe laughs at me for blindly falling into its embarrassing trap. Sometimes, I wonder if I offended anyone in my past life…maybe I killed a bird or stepped on a puppy. I really don't understand what I did that the universe and its lover slash partner in crime, fate, has decided that my life isn't important enough to be used as anything other than a sick source of entertainment. My life must be the comedy every supernatural being goes to watch in the cinema with their dates. How else would you anyone explain most of the events that take place in my life? Since the mysterious guy found my first statement funny, I could only hope he finds the rest funny

said Luke sarcastically, "but how does that help us now?" I sighed. His father was serving a life sentence in prison. There was no do-over for him. Maybe that's what had him so prickly all of a sudden. "There are a lot of preconceived notions about supernaturals," Phoebe said. "Especially since their arrival on Earth was a death sentence. I don't know about you, but knowing all this stuff makes them a little more 'human' to me, and a lot less intimidating." "What else did she say?" asked Ruthie.

“You are funny.” I narrowed my eyes at her. “I am also traumatized. I almost got eaten by wolves. I fell off a cliff. I ran through ghost trees. I saw dead people walking like they were on a normal stroll. And now I am talking to a naked stranger. So yes. I am funny. It is a coping mechanism.” She laughed. Actually laughed. Which annoyed me. “You think this is funny?” I demanded. “Yes.” “This is not funny. This is the worst day of my life.”

"I just have one last question for you: are you a serial killer?" I blinked, confused by the dark unexpected inquiry. I wondered if I'd unwittingly done or said something that gave off 'murderer vibes.' Before I could assure her that I had no desire to get booked into 'Belle Reve Federal Penitentiary' or attend the annual dinner party at 'Hotel Cortez,' her twin cut in. "Gray! Can you take this seriously?" She requested, annoyed. "Sorry, Cassidy." "'Humanity takes itself too seriously. It is the world's original sin,'" Gray recited from memory. I had no idea what she was quoting, but the words obviously weren't hers. "'If the caveman known how to laugh. History would have been different.'"

“It would’ve had a cartoon of me giving a thumbs-up and your uterus giving a slow clap.” Her lips twitched. Then, she snorted. An actual, startled, involuntary snort-laugh. Immediately, she slapped both hands over her mouth, eyes wide. Max shot upright, eyes alight like a man witnessing a miracle. “YES. That was a laugh-snort. You snaughled. It’s a sign from the heavens.” “I did not snaughle.” “You absolutely did. There were nasal notes. I’m calling the Pope.” Suzi dissolved into more giggles, trying to stifle them and failing completely.

"Don't be so shocked, even the devil talks with God every once in a while, sometimes to take permission to screw his people like he did with Job and sometimes to just check in on his biggest enemy and say what's up?" I was laughing by the time he was done because I personally found a murderer talking about God and the devil like they were all BFFs comical. His expressions and gesticulations could even make one laugh if his words didn't. He was definitely in the wrong industry, he should have considered standup comedy. Whilst relishing his surprisingly improved mood, I'd forgotten that yet again he'd managed to make me do what I hadn't done since that fateful day, four years ago. But I was re