Supernatural Quotes Novels & Stories

“So that’s what it’s about? You feel fragile around other supernaturals? Even though you have the ability to strike them down with lightning.” “Hey, I don’t need to be getting railed by some sanguidae only for him to snap my spine in the process or lose control and drain me dry and eat my heart. Maybe if Jartre hadn’t decided to make our human forms so human, I would feel differently,” he shrugs.

He stopped gazing at them as they listened attentively. "The Supernatural killed one of our beloved!. They gathered themselves up to kill two of the greatest that ever lived,both were a friend to us,both were our idols,our saviour,our comforter,our touch of hope,above all ....my beloved parent!. They deserved to be punished and shalt be punished!." Nicodemus paused. "Any man who believes he's not ready for this war should do himself a favour and just hang himself or else you'll face a punishment that you shalt beg for death but it won't come."

the hound said, pearly whites glinting against the glow of the fire. "How do you know?" "Let's just say you have a magical signature. All supernaturals do and it's my job to know things about supernaturals," Thorne grinned, eyes shifting between Quade and me, "so, to what do I owe the pleasure." His voice was rough, deep, and very British. "You've heard about the recent changes," Quade said, treading the ice carefully. We didn't want to say the wrong thing because we really needed Thorne's help.

I was as lost as her. “Who are ‘we’ you keep mentioning them and who is that god you all want to awaken if there is such a thing?” She asked in confusion and the male laughed as he watched Tamara’s confused face and I clenched my fists, feeling my claws dug into my palms. “We are the fed up supernaturals. We want the world to change. And mate, you are silly, of course, there are gods or did you think that there is only the moon goddess, the weakest of the weak?”

she muttered and I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?" I asked, confusion written all over my face. With a sigh, Flora said, "what I mean is this, Diana just gave birth to a supernatural." 'A supernatural?' I thought. 'What did she mean? Aren't we all supernaturals?' As if reading my thoughts, Flora said, "we are all supernaturals but there are supernaturals of supernaturals. Look at me for example. I am a werewolf, clearly a supernatural but I was blessed and gifted wit supernatural powers from the moon goddess, making me a supernatural of the supernatural." All she said was kind of confusing and clear at the same time.

“I can no longer protect our people. You are their only hope. My heart pounded. We had always relied on him, the strongest of us all. Now, he was leaving everything to us. His gaze hardened. “Tell me, are you aware of the other supernaturals in the world?” “We have heard of them, father,” I admitted, exchanging a glance with my brothers. “Stories passed down of creatures beyond our borders… but we have never seen them with our own eyes.” “Let me tell you a story,” Father said, his voice rasping as he coughed.

I backed out of my parking space before I sped down the road, driving as I turned the radio down a little from what it had been earlier with just me. "So," I purred and smirked. I could play with the idea of the supernatural to get a feel about how she thinks about them.... It'll help to know this if I'm keeping her. "Have you ever wondered about the supernatural? I know a lot of people really like that Milo Young's writings."

Aleister was about to grab another can of beer but her mother grabbed it from him. “I don’t know what’s wrong with you but let me tell you one thing. Why would you watch someone disappear when you can do something about it? We have supernatural abilities that mortals don’t have. Why don’t you use it? Why would you choose to watch and lose someone? Mortals might not have their fate in their hands, but we do. We can change their fate, just like we can change ours. If you are afraid to lose anyone, then go out and save them! Don’t just sit here and drink beer trying hard to be drunk! You won’t be able to change anything if you choose to sit here.”

There's no such thing called love, because that love will give you a one-way ticket to hell. He looked at the girl and smiled one last time. He drew his name on his lip and shook his head. “Ala itke vauva ...” Don’t cry baby. He promised weakly but he cried even more and shouted ‘don’t hurt him. He stared at Don Jukka and boldly answered what he had just said. "Nahdaan helvetissa." See you in hell. “Grandpa,‘ don’t! ” Jackylyn's loud scream was heard by Theon and at the same time loud rumors of gunshots.

Power crackled through the air, visible to my enhanced senses as silver threads that connected her to the very foundation of our territory's protections. The inscriptions began to glow with a soft, ethereal light that I knew only I and Stephan could see but even at that I knew that every supernatural here could feel the shift in the atmosphere. Only nine supernaturals in the world can recite these spells and without another's company, but this seemingly human girl casually recited them, drawing a reaction from them. How is this even possible?