Novel & Cerita Exorcism Chant Supernatural

" Not even past noon, the exorcists arrived once more. This time, each of them held scepters stained with dark, red liquid that reeked of blood. "Madam, the evil spirit has infested his organs. Today, we must strike him with these blessed scepters to drive the evil spirit out from within him!" The exorcist exclaimed viciously.

"Wicked child! Demon girl! Spawn of Jezebel." The priest began to chant in Latin, his voice low and guttural, each word a heavy stone dropping into a well. The flimsy walls of the apartment trembled, the air crackling with an unseen energy, a malevolent force closing in. I backed into a corner, pressing myself against the peeling wallpaper, sobbing, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "Stop! Please! I didn't ask for this!" My pleas were swallowed by the chanting, unheard, unwanted.

I screamed, the words tearing from my throat as my heels skidded against the ground "I will never be yours!" But he didn't stop. It seems like he was possessed by some dark energy. (Trigger Warning) The moment we reached the garden, the guests stood and started whispering among themselves. Their eyes went wide the way Adrian was holding me. Adrian didn't care about the optics anymore. "Out! All of you, get out!" Adrian roared at the crowd, his free hand gesturing wildly. The guests didn't need to be told twice. They walked out of the house within minutes.

Not with words, exactly—more like a pressure at the edge of my thoughts. “Yes,” I whispered. “I can feel you.” The black mirror quivered on its stand, as if something had brushed the glass from the other side. I took a deep breath and began the chant again, this time faster, layering the syllables until they blurred. “Venire… stringe… tene… meum… corpus…” The bowl at my feet began to tremble. The mixture inside bubbled, spitting drops of red-black liquid onto the wood. “That’s it. That’s it, give me—”

The only way to reclaim the De Santis power was through the unification of bloodlines — Varela and De Santis, joined through ritual, through sacrifice. And Amara was the final key. “Begin,” I ordered. One of my priests — a man who’d once been excommunicated for practicing necromancy — began the chant. The walls shuddered as ancient words filled the air, calling upon the spirits of those buried beneath Palermo’s soil. A gust of wind burst from the altar, extinguishing half the torches. The bone chalice trembled. And from its depths, black liquid began to rise — not wine, not oil. Blood.

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.”

“Now the elders will recite the spells, calling on the moon goddess to revive this body.” The seven witches rose from their worn seats, their movements synchronized despite their age. In unison, they began to chant, their voices weaving a strange, melodic spell in an unfamiliar language. The air grew thick, charged with energy. Damon’s eyes stayed fixed on Anna, while the crowd around him stood, breathless with anticipation. As the chanting intensified, Anna’s body began to shake violently. A sudden gust of wind tore through the forest, rustling leaves and bending branches. The elders’ voices rose to a shout, then abruptly stopped.

“Deiectionem magicae turpi corpore.” They begin their chant, and the magic held within their spell fills the room, wrapping around us and pushing against the sinister spell that’s taken hold of Dominic. “Deiectionem magicae turpi corpore.” The air crackles and spits, raising the hair on my body like static from an electrical storm. “Deiectionem magicae turpi corpore!” Wind whips through the room, even though there are no exterior windows. Taryn groans, her body straining as she pushes her radiant healing light into Dominic without ceasing. But I give her more energy, more strength than I ever knew I had in me.

Selene told Garin. “Sorry about this buddy,” Garin said to Josh before punching him in the face several times to get him to open his mouth. Garin stuck a few fingers into Josh’s mouth and pried his jaws open with them. Selene saw the space and poured the potion into his open mouth and just like Isabelle, he began to roar and his eyes became even darker. “Begin reciting the spell,” Garin yelled. The shaman took out the spell book and flipped through the pages until she got to the one for exorcizing Nephalemic entities. She began to read the Latin spells and as she did so, the winds outside blew even stronger and the thunder began to boom loudly.

Like her soul, dragging her down— Her eyes rolled back. Her body went still. "It's working!" Katherine shouted to Peggy. "Give me your hand!" Their hands clasped, and the power surged between them. The chanting grew louder, faster, more desperate: "AHNIKA, MATER FLAMMARUM, VENI AD NOS! VENI AD LIMEN! VENI AD FILIAM TUAM!" "AHNIKA, MOTHER OF FLAMES, COME TO US! COME TO THE THRESHOLD! COME TO YOUR DAUGHTER!"