Romans & histoires Supernatural Funny Quotes

“Oh. So if I want a pudding, all I smell is that?” He nodded, leaning forward on the table. “Yes.” “When you said other paranormal,” My thoughts went to Connor and Reed. “Did you mean fairies, vampires, ghosts, satyr and werewolves?” All the people in the room audibly gasped and turned their heads to our table, fear written on their faces. I looked around nervously and flinched. Uncle Al shot out of his seat. “Sorry about that,” he chuckled then said, “there are no Forbidden here.”

"I love you and accept you. I do have some questions though. How old are you?" He laughed. "Two thousand seven hundred and fifty-four give or take a decade." He tilted his head to the side trying to look less serious. "Are their other supernaturals like werewolves, witches, and zombies? Oh my." She was handling this well. "And is Yuri a vampire as well?"

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.

Something that has a connection with the underworld. "Is he dead?" "Yeah, but don't worry you can buy another-" Buy another? How funny

I began backing up a little out of worry. What was happening? "Supernaturals are real and they've existed even before humans came on this earth." No, impossible. This couldn't be. "H-hey, are you okay?" I tried getting through him. Trying to reassure me that this wasn't what I thought it was. It was only when he slowly turned around to face me that I got the biggest heart-stopping moment of my life.

“A supernatural species is made up of two parts, one part human and the other the essence of what people refer to as the gods and goddesses. We each have a human side and an essence side. It depends, though, what essence governs you.” “Yeah mum, you’re still losing me here,” I said, shaking my head at her and she laughed. “All I am saying, honey, is that sometimes when we don’t have a voice, it doesn’t mean we don’t need you to listen.” “Mum!” I explained. “You’re being a fortune cookie again,” she would often say these random sayings when I was a kid or something that sounded like they were straight from an inspirational handbook or something. My dad would joke that she could write fortune

And then a full blown row of laughter as she heaved over her knees, letting spills of laughter echo round the room, if she only knew she was laughing at her probable death, he doubted she would be this elated about it. "Are you about done now or should I give a few more minutes to spill your guts or burst your throat?" He snapped, losing patience with the entire thing. First, she asked if he could see a barghest which only supernaturals could see and now she was acting like she didn't just watch him barnish the creature. It was infuriating to say the least. Her laughter slowed down as she finally looked up long enough to gauge his response to her laughter until it all but died in her throat,

No soul. “I’m really glad that you had fun today” “You know, my Dad always says that the rain is a sign of blessing, so let’s table it this way, that the heavens are pleased with us, wish I’m not sure cause they said that the gays are all going to hell” “I won’t mind being in hell, so long as we’re together, that’s all that matters” “Fuck, close these glasses you getting me wet Annie!” Betty spat. “Oh, not yet bebe I just haven’t started”

I traced a constellation with a glint in my eyes, “It’s my motto, maybe you should make it yours too” I tilted my head to give him a genuine smile. I saw his wheels turning in his head for a while through his green orbs, then he broke into small chuckles, shaking his head. I blinked my eyes as to why he was laughing. We were talking serious things right before he began chortling. Did I say something funny? “Why’re you laughing?” I asked. He silenced his chuckles to look at me biting his lips preventing any more. “No wonder you were called the ‘Quote Schmuck’” he quoted.

Why was everyone fighting? The strangest part was watching supernatural beings try to fight with human strength. Former vampires who'd been impossibly fast now stumbled around like they were drunk, their enhanced reflexes completely gone. Ex-werewolves kept expecting their enhanced healing to kick in, then looked shocked when cuts actually stayed cut. It was like watching a bunch of people try to perform magic tricks after forgetting they weren't actually wizards. And for some reason, I started laughing. The sound bubbled up from somewhere deep in my chest - not the hysterical laughter of someone having a breakdown, but genuine amusement at the absolute absurdity of what I was witnessing.