Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

My spiritual self hates me so much and never lets me pass any chance of taunting me. 'Oh, come on, I was just stating the facts, couldn't help, it's too harsh, could I?' her witchy laugh is all I can hear in my head, and it's annoying. I wonder how other supernaturals make peace with the spiritual beast continuously nagging inside their heads.

She was bathed in purple and it was creeping up on Ronnie who was clearly unbothered. “You better know what you’re doing” she heard her thoughts loud and clear and she too was bathed in purple and soon the entire apartment. Slowly the light died down. “Did it work?” Danny whispered. “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?!” she sounded angry. There was a chance that it didn’t work. “Why did you come to me anyway?” “You’re one of the strongest Supernaturals I know”. “Touching” she rolled her eyes.

"Then he quoted Exodus 22:18. You shall not permit a sorceress to live." "Interesting." Fiona frowned. "That's some pretty outdated verbiage he used. And he knew you guys were onboard helping us. Anything else?" "He spoke a word in another language I didn't understand. Something about the brethren of whatever raining fire to smite sinners."

I ask, and he chuckles. "You are thinking of lying down on the road until the day gets bright? Please kill the thought, okay? That is going to be strongly stupid. Forget about the fact that this is actually the normal world. Also, remember that supernaturals exist, and the best time when they love to run fully about is in the nighttime. You lying down is only going to make yourself an easy prey for them, so please, let's just head home." I am not even thinking about his stupid long explanation right now. The only thing I am thinking presently that is getting me absolutely confused is about the fact that he actually knew what I was thinking about. Is that another special ability of his that h

Seizing the opportunity to emphasize her point, Joyce declared, "You see, even the heavens can't bear to watch anymore." "Indeed, sometimes you must acknowledge the influence of supernatural forces," added another voice in agreement. Another person chimed in, "If that young lady had been out on the street just now, she might have been struck by lightning. Fortunately, the Quinns provided her shelter from the storm." Reluctantly, Lana had to admit that superstitions, at times, held a peculiar power. Amidst the thunderstorm, Joyce's words seemed to echo, convincing the ignorant bystanders that divine retribution was imminent.

remarked a thoughtful member of the group, capturing the weight of the moment. Seraphina's visions intensified, revealing glimpses of a cosmic realm beyond mortal comprehension. Quoted conversations among the seekers carried a sense of wonder and disorientation as they grappled with the transcendental nature of the revelations. "The twists of the cosmic tapestry are intricate. To understand our destiny, we must navigate the threads that connect us to the unseen forces," declared Seraphina, her words resonating with an otherworldly authority.

I leaned in closer, eager to learn more about their abilities. "What do you mean they can kill supernaturals with just a touch?" I asked, my voice laced with curiosity. Dorian's eyes darkened, his expression serious. "It's true. Their touch is lethal to most supernaturals. Even the strongest ones can't survive it." My mind raced with questions. "How is that even possible?" "It's a gift, or a curse depending on how you look at it," Dorian said with a shrug. "Their touch is infused with a powerful energy that can neutralize and eradicate supernatural abilities. It's like their touch is anti-magic."

And then something impossible happened. Violet, my fearless, impossible child, reached through the tear and took hold of something I couldn't quite see. "It's okay," she said in that matter-of-fact way of hers. "Mommy can fix it. She fixes everything. Even that time I accidentally turned all her coffee into juice." The ancient beings of light swirled closer, their glow softening from defensive brightness to something warmer, more welcoming. And in that moment, I felt it. The power building not just in me, but in every convergence point worldwide. The supernatural world is holding its breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

Zoe I blink my eyes as the door closes behind me. All I see is complete darkness. However, my sense of smell is perfectly fine. A cough escapes my lips when the scent of ash and smoke permeate my senses. My eyes burn and itch painfully, and my throat is dry. “Hello,” I whisper softly. Who knows what's hiding in the darkness. “Bree... Lana...” I call out again. But there's no response. All I hear is the echo of my own voice. Taking a few steps, I extend my hand in front of me and start walking. It's a bit unnerving because it's so dark. Then I remember something Azazel said about supernatural eyes. He said that Supernaturals could see better than humans. So I close my eye tightly, willing the

He seemed excited about something so I just knew there was some amazing thing he was dying to tell me. "Junior, you remember the other day at the field when you left for home," I nodded. " So I went home to ask Kevin to give me some coins for sweets and the strangest thing happened. It was like I could hear his thoughts, I know it sounds rather crazy but I did. Like before he handed me the coins, he was like, ' I should go to the disco tonight,' I thought he was talking to me so I told him that dad would never like that idea. He asked what I was talking about and I thought he was trying to confuse me. I could hear him say, 'this boy, so you were eavesdropping.' Still thinking that he was add