Chinese Exorcism Novels & Stories

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

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”

It swept away the negative emotions in their hearts. Uncle Drake stood right next to him and explained, "This is the Dragon Tomb Mountain, the successive generations of the Dragon Masters of the Exorcist Dragon Clan will be buried here! The negativity in this place is very powerful. Fortunately, there is the Exorcism Bell. The bell you just heard was the sound of the Exorcism Bell." Speaking of this, he sighed, "the Exorcism Bell is the tomb suppression artifact of this dragon tomb. Without the Exorcism Bell, the dragon Chi of this dragon tomb will not be suppressed!"

Sneered Eric. Megan threw more holy water at home and started to recite an exorcism in hopes Daniel would be pulled out of Eric. “Grr! Bitch what are you doing to me?” “Stop fighting me, Eric. It will only make the pain last longer. Push him out.” Megan recites the ritual Romano exorcism in Latin. She watched as Eric twitched and screamed. Blood started to drip out of his mouth. “You’re killing me you bitch, and you don’t even care.”

She hoped he suffered for eternity, he was going to learn just what she could do and he was not more powerful than her. She rolled over got up on her hands and knees, and heaved hard. What looked like a smokey black ribbon came out of her mouth and she grabbed it pulling it out. She gagged a few times, but had the odd looking worm like thing on the floor. It wriggled and she gripped it in one hand. She squeezed hard as she recited the exorcism rights and her hand glowed a blue color, the thing flaked to dust. She then vomited right then, a black ink that hit the floor with a splat.

He picked up a Greek coin next to him and fired it like a bullet at the trio. The trio deflected the attack almost instantly. The Greek coin was shot into the trunk of a large tree behind them. “Hey! What are you doing?” Green Dragon roared at him. “What the heck are you guys doing? Speaking of which, this isn’t the first time you’ve seen me perform an exorcism!” Jabir said glumly to the trio. “You have the option of not believing in mystical things, but you must respect them. Why did Jim summon me instead of inviting the squad’s miracle doctor here? Don’t you all understand the reason behind it?”

It was now or never. "By ancient powers, unseen and grand," I murmured. The cage door swung open, a testament to Rachel's doing. "Release this soul from dark command," I continued, my gaze locked onto Rafael as he approached. "Exorcio Liberatus," Rachel, her counterpart, and I chanted in unison. "Hear my plea, set this spirit free," I implored. "This is your last day, and I warned you," Rafael snarled, lunging toward me.

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.

His lips connected to my shoulder, placing passionless kisses on my neck. “Get off,” I growled, my dragon now vibrating continually. Mortus stilled, his widened legs he used to sit on top of me shifted, his body now sitting up straight. Mortus looked behind at the witch, who had stood up from the chair, grabbing her bag. “I think I should leave,” her hand went to the door until my chest grew a bright light, brightening the room to unbearable temperatures. Screams from both of the beings that caused me pain had their skin sizzling in the light. My chest rose from the bed, nothing short of an exorcism, as my dragon roared from my mouth.

Shocked and angry, he said angrily, "Who are you? Why are you slaughtering my Zang family's disciples?" Chu Xun slowly raised his head and looked at him. "You..." It was as if Zang Fengling had seen a ghost. He was so frightened that he retreated and cried out in horror, "Chu Xun the Devil." Chu Xun the Devil. The Zang family's disciples were so frightened that they kept retreating. Even the female disciples of the Chamber of Lead-Glass were retreating as well. The name 'Chu Xun the Devil' was simply too frightening. As soon as he appeared, he slaughtered more than half of the Zang family's disciples. Who wouldn't be afraid of the name, 'God Killer'?