Chinese Exorcism Novels & Stories

Nathaniel had skipped following Nadir at the wedding party because he couldn't possibly endure such excess of happiness and other good feelings. There were enough of them at the wedding itself, not counting the weakness he felt after being in such a sacred place as the church for so long. If, after such torment, Nathaniel were to be at a wedding party as well, certainly would not be able to remain invisible, and he could not show himself to anyone, after all, he was a stranger to these people. However, after the party ended, Nathaniel immediately followed Nadir and Miguel as they walked out of the house. Of course, he had to be extra careful, because weakened by his earlier stay in the churc

All emerging from the power of the words Marcus was reading from the book he brought out. "What's happening, why am heading out?" She asked nervously as she turned and observed the sunlight. "I invited you in, he's uninviting you out. They're old magic words used by exorcists. He's rendering the house inhospitable to the dead, to you. Father, the sun, stop!" He cried out shaking the shackles. "Jeremy, help me," she said softly in tears and finally got thrown out to the open. And she began to peal, her skin burning out of her bones.

“We can undo this, right?” “It’s been done before.” Tabatha works hard to keep the emotion out of her voice. “Performed by the Grand Coven.” “I thought witches couldn’t preform exorcisms,” Kristy says. “On our own, we can’t. And it’s not something we teach in school due to the extreme danger. But just over the years I’ve been High Priestess, I’ve been aware of six cases of possession that were treated properly.” “So what do we do?” I wring my hands, feeling like I might throw up as I look at Evander lying on the couch. He’s not my blood, but he’s my brother and I love him.

As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.

"Great sacrifice." Rhychard remembered the story of Warriors pouring themselves into the barrier to form the Nether, sacrificing themselves to save the realms. He didn't wish to revisit the topic right then, however. "How do we pull the demons out of the witches' bodies?" :Humans have been performing exorcisms for ages,: Kree sent. :While they dabble with superstition for the most part, their process is almost accurate. Kayla Lewell and Wanda Patterson would need to be trapped and held while someone performed the exorcism, binding the demons' spirits until we could cast them out.:

she utters, then makes the sign of the cross and ends it with a statement that sounded like— “Deliver us from evil, Lord.” “You know what? Of course you wouldn't be going anywhere. I cannot have you here, and just let you… slip up. It seems to me that the earlier rituals and exorcism didn't quite work. That's alright. We will perform another. You will be cleansed and free from all evil. Whatever has possessed you, we will pray it out. The Lord will deliver.” My heart starts beating loudly on hearing the word exorcism. I can't go back there. I can't go back to that basement. They'll kill me there, and no one would know. I won't survive it down there. I just wouldn't.

“The Prince had mentioned an ancient way, but without the book to recite the rites, it is a risk.” Nathan opened his mouth to negate the statement, his pride flaring high, but Sheila gently placed her hand on his, gently. ‘You mustn’t rise to every occasion, my love. After all, he might be right. You will need your healer with you to successfully make the exorcism. He is not here.’ Margo's brow furrowed as she considered the problem. "There might be a solution," She suggested hesitantly, "…but it's risky."

Using most of her strength, she took a closer look at Calleb’s soul and noticed that something was messing with his head and his heart. She gasped when she saw small wriggly creatures eating away his soul. Maggots. The same Maggots feasting on the rotting flesh of the monster that attacked them before. And they’re not just maggots that came from flies and insects and critters. But maggots that are conjured and twisted by a Necromancer. A witch of darkness. Ever so silent, Luntian began to chant a cleaning spell. Calling for the spirit of the fox. A great white fox appeared, and using its claws — it vanished the maggots from Calleb’s soul. But it was only a temporary solution.

It was an uncommon occurrence for a child to be exorcized; it was usually the old women that were found out as witches. The pages finished setting the oil lamps and other miscellanea according to the rules of Feng Shui. They all stepped back and let the herbalist take their place in front of the girl, forming an outer circle. The said man started to chant in a strange tongue and sprinkle a thick, black liquid inside the chalk-line — and on the girl, in the process.

“Who? I don’t ask a third time.” “Monks. Tibetan monks. They’re superstitious. Want to find out if the Chinatown Monster is a demon or some shit. It’s good for both of us. I don’t even want to know who you are. They pay me to chase shadows and . . . ”—wrong word—“Not Ghost Shadows, they don’t care about gangs, they don’t care!”