Bible Verse For Exorcism Novels & Stories

"Let me see!” As Nancy asks for a loan of the mini-binoculars, she examines the eyepiece. "My God! Mom, the adjacent volcano has started to explode. What should we do? Our Hacienda will be destroyed, and the farmers are in danger!” Nancy instantly recalls what the Bible teaches, and she becomes terrified. "Fear not, for I am your God: A yes, Amen." Nancy utters softly as Natalie hears her whispering. "Amen, In the Mighty Name of Jesus Christ, Amen, Alleluia, Amen"

When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense. Pastor Angelo’s pupils shrank in fear. He raised his voice and continued to chant. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversii omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Myra was obviously struggling internally but she continued forward, trying to approach the pastor. Pastor Angelo’s heart pounded but he did not stop chanting.

"We continue to study what the Bible says about Jesus Christ. In Mark 11:24, Jesus says, 'Therefore, I tell you, whatever you ask for in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will all be yours.' Ptr Kris read from the bible, adding, "In Luke 10:3, "Go, I am sending you out like lambs among wolves." Let's also look at verse 18,'I saw Satan fall like lightning from heaven.' Verse 19,'I have given you authority to trample on snakes and scorpions and to overcome all the power of the enemies; nothing will harm you." “Verse 20 says, ‘However, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your name is written in heaven.’ “Ptr Kris continues, "This is the Word of God."

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.

The waves hissed and crashed in relentless succession, their rhythm broken only by the occasional gust of wind that sent sprays of saltwater across the dunes. Gabe stood just above the wet line, fists buried in his jacket pockets, trying not to look like a man about to beg. Beside him, Father Frank moved with a quiet, workmanlike reverence. The priest’s black exorcism robes clung to his frame, the gold-threaded stole flicking in the breeze. He adjusted his collar, kissed the small crucifix at his chest, and whispered a Latin prayer only the wind could hear. Then he uncapped a small silver flask. “Gabe,” he said, voice low but certain, “if there is an entity out there, I’ll start with a minor

** Miranda and Hussein moved slowly toward Amal's room, their steps hesitant, as if the walls themselves were closing in on them. The priest still stood beside Sophia's still body, his eyes burning as his lips whispered a dark, muffled hymn: "But when someone stronger than him attacks and overcomes him, he takes the shield the man trusted and divides the spoils..." (Luke 11:22). Then he suddenly raised his head, his voice rising as if echoing from a pit of darkness: "Go in peace... or die in silence. You have no place in the bodies of the pure. We are the children of the Lord, the faithful, the redeemed." Return to your world... or perish in ours.

Timotheus snatched the Bible from Ferran’s hand and opened it as if he was so familiar with the book. “John 3:16… John 3:16…” Timotheus opened the Bible and saw the highlighted verse. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” He read. “What about the numbers 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?” Czaquira asked. “Maybe the words?” Timotheus was confused for a while.

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

I stammered. “Praise the Lord,” he shouted again, with a small smile appearing on his face. “Hallelujah,” they chorused again. “Brethren, this is the final stage for his prosper and victory tonight. In the book of Ephesians 6:12, we are told that we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places…amen.” “Amen,” the people below chanted in unison.

It was such a wonderful story that comforted him. He opened the Bible and placed it upon his thighs. A verse on the second page - Jeremiah 11:19 - was highlighted in bold. He read it out aloud not daring the silence around him. But I was like a lamb or an ox that is brought to the slaughter; and I knew not that they had devised devices against me, saying, let us destroy the tree with the fruit thereof, and let us cut him off from the land of the living, that his name may be