Bible Verses About Demonic Possession Novels & Stories

She sobbed on her hands, shoulders shaking as she panted for air. “Gina, please, look at me.” I stretched my hand out to her. She raised her head with hesitancy, her eyes trailing between my hand and me. “Please trust to me in that; it’s not your fault. It surely was a very powerful demon to be able to possess you and bend your will.” I didn’t know plenty about demons or the other species that occupied the six realms. Yet I knew that most demons weren’t able to possess other beings, especially not when outside Hell.

A dark, dangerous, beautiful god. I had to look away quickly and shut my eyes. This is unfair. Why do devils look this good? What was I saying? Even Lucifer was made out of precious stones. The Bible said so. Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. Why? Why did evil have to look so tempting? He leaned back down and whispered in my ear. Something about Lucas. Something about not hesitating. I barely heard him. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips almost touching my earlobe, and my body was tense, every nerve ending firing at once.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Wallowing in guilt and shame will only set me back, but the reason the demon got out of hell was because another, more powerful demon was on a death mission. Stop it, I tell myself. This is exactly the type of negativity a demon would want me to fall into. I take a breath and look into the demon’s eyes. “Auferte malum elementa invocabo. Dimittie eam mitte erranti est ultra modum.” Evander’s head flops back and he lets out a yell. Yanking against the restraints, he jerks his head forward and back over and over, until Tabatha drops the bowl.

“My Demon Father, Asmoday Hallowed be your name, Your kingdom come, Your Legion come, On Magica as in Demon Realm. Give us today your demonic blessing. Help us to take revenge on those who gave pain against us Lend us your strength And deliver us from dragons and the holy spirit. For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours, Now and forever.”

"Or in a simpler term, praise to the 'god' Mammon, one of the seven demons of hell responsible for humanity's greed and its most selfish and grotesque desires. This demon is called upon by those who want to be above everything else, no matter how. Because you need to understand this, demons are everywhere, but they appear when they are called or summoned. Everything you've heard about demons or possessions doesn't happen just because. It's because they are called by mortal souls with dark hearts. "How many demons exist?" Saying that the snow-haired one wasn't scared would be an understatement. The information his friend was telling him was so overwhelming that he was trying not to break int

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

It was like a multitude of voices, and I trembled a bit, but I continued to pray from under my breath while the laughter increased. "Praying with fear in your heart only makes me happier, my love," the voice teased. I stopped praying and he laughed louder. "Lord," I said, "James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." I repeated the verse again and again like a chant while the entity inside of the room laughed louder and louder. "Stupid!" The voice screamed, and I knew it was now in front of me as I felt like something was holding on my neck, but there was nothing touching me. It was like I was choking, but nothing was there.

She blinked, reading the words on her screen. "No. No fucking way!" As she read the words "demon" and "exorcised," she could swear she heard the cackle of maniacal laughter in the back of her head. It hurt, so badly that her vision began to dim. Something was very, very wrong here. She picked up her translation of the scroll and re-read the passage. Was it possible that Anissa and Ben had been right? Was this not about a maiden or lovers, and really about demonic possession?

She began to mutter something, and he leaned in so that he could make out what she was saying. Nancy was surprised that she was still alive, but she still refused to open her eyes. “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of my enemies.” She prayed in a whisper. “Thou anointed my head with oil.” Paul recoiled from her words. He suddenly felt guilty over everything that he had done, but before he could atone for his sins, the demon inside him clawed its way to the surface. “Woman,” he hissed. “Is this how you want to die, sniveling like a dog to an impotent God?” He sneered like a devil, and his eyes practically glowed red; they were that bloodshot.