Books About Demonic Possession Novels & Stories

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

Some demon had hijacked my brother's body and was keeping his soul intact. Even at the Academy, soul possession was a scarce topic. Each research paper led to demons. There was no way to save a person once their body had been taken over. The best you could do for them was to let a high member of the church exorcise them. This would kill them.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

Nothing. In desperation, I went to a seer. One of the oldest left uncorrupted by plane-sickness. She bled from the eyes the moment I showed her the sigil burned into the back of the book. All she said was, You were warned. Then she passed out cold. Useless. Every one of them. These worlds are filled with charlatans wrapped in prophecy, and not one of them could tell me what she is, what I took. And now she’s taken. Because I gave her sunlight and rest. Because I hesitated in making her mine.

It belonged to another witch before her death, and Tabatha gave it to me since I didn’t come from a long line of witches who had books to pass down generation to generation. There’s nothing in my book about demons made up of rats. There’s not much in my book about demons in general. Most of the information about demons was added by me, and I’ve never so much as heard of a demon bursting apart into dead rats. What I need to do is go to the library at the Academy and go through every single book about demons and black magic I can find.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

At least with vampires I had some movies to fall back on, but demons were a whole new ball game to me. Maybe today while we are on our picnic, I will just ask him and maybe he may tell me if I guessed it right. As I look through the books, I came to the conclusion that there wasn’t any specific books on demons and this was going to be hard to dig up information on them. Vampires, wolves, witches, and warlocks there were a ton of books at my fingertips and it made me wonder if that was because he was studying the behavior of those he hunted.

Even so, he’d refused to dismount until she was taken away. He’d hoped to have a clearer idea of just what was happening to the cook’s boss as he entered the camp, but he couldn’t move past the pain and sorrow of the spirits that haunted it. That’s why he decided to purify them and send them on their way. Only then would he have a clear channel to the evil that was destroying the man they called Ian. Now, seeing the naked demon woman fighting the flames to get to them, he understood. He was dealing with a demon succubus, not a restless spirit. Demons are often attracted to the darkness of locations where mass death and trauma took place.

I had discussed the possibilities before with everyone at the café, but we still didn’t have a solid answer. “Ohh..it takes a little bit of this..a little bit of that..and a demon can possess whoever they want really.” He grinned at me, I wasn’t sure if he was teasing or avoiding my question. “It's just, mainly humans, ask for the demons help in regards to a human's selfish needs or wants. That puts their soul in the hands of a demon, soo very easily. However, recently, possession rate has been down since I started punishing them for it. They come back reeking of human shit a lot of times, so I just couldn’t take it anymore and also the bitching and complaining from upstairs, what a waste of