Novel & Cerita Supernatural Tv Quotes

“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 punched the arm of Zayn who groaned and still stared at him in awe. What did he mean? " You mean she's alive? How? " Zayn demanded and Shane's face turned ugly, " What's all that motivational talk for if you didn't believe she is out there? " He exhaled and replied Shane, "I just have this instinct that she can't die that easily, she's a stubborn head and a witch is involved, when a witch is involved in supernatural sh*ts, the rules change"

"Then get it together. You're a fucking General for Hell's sake. And what are you doing? Binge eating human food and wasting away in front of the moving picture box." "It's called a TV." "Soleus." Whoever is talking to him says his name through gritted teeth. "Figure. It. Out." "I'm. Trying." Sol snaps back. "Not hard enough." "What would you have me do, then. Kill her?" The blood in my veins runs cold. He could never… right? Samhain is only a few weeks away. How far can this Belial person get? Isn't Hell supposed to be as vast as Earth? "Would it break the spell?"

"I bet lots of supernaturals heal quickly." "So now you're saying you're not human?" She arches an eyebrow at me. "I mean, maybe it's from the spell, the blood magic I did. It advanced my natural healing ability." "What is it you're not telling me?" she asks. As much as I want to share with her, I can't. This is my problem. My Viking ghost. "Nothing. Just feeling a little woozy from everything still. Sorry, I broke your containment circle for the zombie."

"No, that cannot be possible." "We used to be ordinary humans until nature blessed us with his powers, and it's been that way for a thousand of years. We don't know how why we were gifted, so do not say anything is impossible. Anything can be possible, especially when it is concerned with the paranormal. And this is another reason you need more training. Your mindset needs to be flourished." Tells Cole Hunter, making Sebastian see things through another angle, and he nods his head.

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.

"Why is that so?" "Not everyone sees them and likes us," said Kyra. "Why so?" Hugo asked. "Because we are special?" "Perhaps," said Kyra. They stopped talking as someone caught the radar from a distance. "Guys, look at this. There were supernaturals near to us," said Raven. Everyone looked at the big screen on the dashboard. Two hooded supernatural just near the gang, and the radar pointed out the building. "Whoa, isn't that what we're looking for, or are they something else?" Damon asked.

Her fingers tightened around her fork as she watched Richard silently. Richard took a slow sip of water, his expression unreadable. Then he set the glass with a deliberate calm. “I believe there’s good and evil in the world. And I believe there’s a supernatural being-greater than everything- watching over it all, keeping the scales balanced.” He paused, meeting her father’s gaze. “But no, I haven’t stepped foot in a church in ages.” Pamela’s breath caught as she watched her father lean back in his chair, studying Richard with a mix of curiosity and surprise.

“Well, okay. Whatever.” “See, that’s why you’re my best friend, Isabelle,” I said with a sarcastic tone as I looked at her. “You see me hurt? You get all worked up, and get me help. My supposed best friend walks in, sees me hurt and what does he say? ‘Whatever’.” He laughed. “You think you’re funny?” “I think I’m hilarious.” “That’s a line from Supernatural. Come up with something original for a change.” He rolled his eyes while taking a seat a little away from us.

Rita, however, leaned forward slightly, her eyes lighting up. “Wait,” she said. “What do you mean by supernatural?” I shrugged lightly. “You know… humans turning into beasts… vampires… witches…” Mat scoffed. “Movies,” he said. “Stories. Nothing real.” Rita shook her head quickly. “I believe,” she said. Everyone turned to her. “You believe?” Mat repeated, clearly amused. “Yes,” she said confidently. “Not everything, but some things? Definitely.” Mat leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.