Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

She radiated a newfound confidence, her mark glowing brightly on her skin—a symbol of hope in the face of darkness. With conviction in her voice, Evelyn addressed the crowd, rallying them for the impending battle. She spoke of unity, courage, and the power of standing together against the forces that threatened our world. Her words ignited a fire within each member of the supernatural community, filling us with determination to protect what we held dear.

my father asked, trying to get down to the point. I took a deep breath before continuing, mentally preparing myself for what was about to come and what answers I would receive. For a split second, I contemplated on not asking them, I didn't know what the consequences of my question would be. "Are there other supernatural species out there, like us? I know what we have been told all our lives, but I need to know for sure ... are there any supernaturals out there?" I asked, not even noticing that I have been holding my breath. My parents exchanged a knowing look, and my father let out a deep sigh.

"You can't just murder innocent people like this." The Silver Hunters turn to me, their eyes filled with malice. "Don't you get it, witch?" one of them sneers. "There's no such thing as innocent supernaturals. You're all dangerous, and we're going to stop you." I want to scream at them, to shake them and make them see reason. But I know it's pointless. These people are too far gone. Poor Jared. He didn't deserve that. Unfortunately, it looks like I won't be able to escape anytime soon.

“You’re one weird person, Izobel. We were talking about you and Ethan, and then you’re asking if I believe in supernatural stuff.” “I was only making you forget about what I said,” I curved a smile and focused on my computer screen, wanting it to stay that way, that supernatural didn’t exist. My kind doesn’t exist!

I ask just before we make a sharp turn to a wide hallway. “Alpha Daymion has to settle a few things; seal the hole that has gaped since his departure.” “Hmm,” I nod, immediately pushing thoughts about the old man out of my head. “How did we really manage to get here? Last I remembered we were in a cart.” Sir Brak looks at me with one eye closed, the open eye’s brow perked. It is more of a ‘Please do not tell me you don’t know’ kind of look. “The thing about Supernaturalism is that it deals with uncanny stuff like Portals.”

[Anthony’s POV] I move slowly down the street while trying to calm the raging emotions that are threatening to drown me. Fuck, it was frustrating how things were with Tabitha, but thanks to that fucking succubus, there was no way we could go back to how we were. Fucking supernaturals. This was why I hated them all. They used their abilities to play with you as they please, and they didn’t give two shits if they fucked up your life or not.

#Quarter# #Magic trainning# #Supernatural world# You are either quite ambitious or quite mad Elena's POV They say that any technology sufficiently advanced looks like magic. But the truth is that there is always a clue to magic. Magic can manifest itself as either science or technology so the gullible humans can celebrate creating a successful theory that is backed up with experiments. Magic can be used for the betterment of mankind and supernaturals. It is the thin thread that binds everything together to make sense. It promotes our evolution or brings devastation upon us all.

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.

It was really bad. I heaved out a loud sigh and stared blankly into the distance. “So, what’s bugging you?” I tried to find a way to ask the question without sounding completely unhinged, but then gave up when golden eyes flashed behind my closed ones. “Do you believe in supernaturals?” The question hung between us as silence stretched for a heartbeat, then two, then three. And then Meryn barked out a loud laugh. “Supernaturals?” I nodded, but deep down I was regretting ever asking.

My father told me, “Wraiths do not fear many things. Life is one of them.” Seraphina hummed. ‘As I said, we can only destroy death with life.’ My father’s eyes sharpened slightly. “What did she say?” my father asked. I smiled despite myself. “She said we can only destroy death with life.” My father leaned back, looking pleased. “She is correct.”