Exorcism Chant Supernatural Novels & Stories

I clicked it to pink, of course. “Are you ready?” They whispered. “Yes I am.” I said, pen in hand. “Et erit activated, vocantem nos est in domum suam: a me accipe est. When you are in a highly emotional state, say that chant and the amulet will bring you home.” The Shadows whispered slowly so I could write the chant down. “Did you get the message in it’sss entirety?” They slithered. “I did, thank you.” I said. Instantly The Shadows just started to dissipate, slithering away into the nothing and everything, taking the chill to the bone deep cold with them.

I cried for a long time, all the way until Dad and Grandma came back. They brought with them a middle-aged guy who looked like some kind of exorcist. As soon as they walked in, they pointed at the woman next to me and yelled, "Sir, that's her! This evil spirit has taken over my wife and is holding my daughter captive!" I couldn't wrap my head around how just standing there made me the one being "held captive". With a dramatic flourish, the exorcist pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and started chanting. Suddenly, the holy water was floating in midair and flying right at the woman. It splashed on her and turned into a puff of black smoke.

I go limp again, letting my eyes fall shut as I crumple to the floor. My father’s prayers have become a distant blur. Then I hear footsteps. I keep my eyes shut. My father’s voice rises with relief. “Father.” Father Martins says nothing at first. He simply walks closer. My heart begins beating faster. Don’t move. Don’t ruin this. Latin exorcism prayers reverberate off the high ceiling. It sounds terrifying, but it does nothing to me.

The spirit had dark aura emitting from it and it was going to possess Jasmine It was echthra, the spirit of hatred, it fed on humans evil thoughts "Oh no!! Echthra... Lucy's spirit has been bewitched" he muttered and quickly divided his spirit from his body He grabbed Lucy's hands and that moment, time stopped with only Lucy's spirit and his that was conscious "What do you think you are doing?" He asked and touch her forehead with his palm. He was performing some kind of exorcism on her and immediately she regained her senses "Who are you?" Lucy asked

We shall communicate through spirit conjuring or dreams. Regards, Marie Elizabeth Whitlock Charlton Owens.

“They never left you. Even after his body was taken back by the Earth his spirit stayed to watch over you.” "Earth did what now? Is that what you all call a funeral here where they are put in a casket and buried?” He shook his head. “You all did bury your parents on earth, but we got their bodies back per our treaty with the humans. We have our own way of doing things for each supernatural species.” “What did you do with my mother’s body?" Feeling a bit out of control I slid down the front of the chair and latched onto Freya. She knew what to do instantly. She climbed over my lap and laid down putting her weight on me. She was used to these anxiety attacks.

"Just don't be afraid of me. If it bothers you, don't look." With those words, he seemed to dissolve into a thick stack of black fog. His face peered from the center and took on a horrifying, almost demonic appearance, with glowing red eyes and elongated features made of the same fog. Emily opened her mouth in a silent scream, but the only sound that emerged was an almost inaudible squeak. "Don't look," he commanded, his voice sounding like a haunted howl of wind. "Hold on tight," he instructed as the group barreled through the line of werewolves and into the night.

But I held my gaze steady, staring straight ahead into the gloom. Suddenly the cloaked figures standing around the altar started chanting in an ancient language. The sound was guttural, rhythmic, and deeply resonant, a chorus of dark devotion that seemed to vibrate the very stone beneath my feet. It was a language of pure magic, a complex incantation designed to channel and bind immense power. The air grew cold, charged with energy, humming with the force of the ritual

She hadn’t given the common Supernaturals a taste of what she had put their leaders through. She levitated off her throne steps and she didn’t need to make a massive energy ball. She’d just push them back a little. Give them a little scare. “Dragnalia!” Dilia screamed. “Hale!” Snow barked. “Barriers now!” they both said. There were urgent orders and there was a barrier team all of them raising up barriers. Multiple barriers were raised and Tresicta just laughed which just sounded like a screech.

Chapter-149 (The end of the world) CRYSTAL OF EVIL "It is time". Emily said and laughed viciously. She got up from her chair and went into a dark room. She lights up the room and it reveals Susannah's shadow. "Time to tell you I am stronger than you". Emily said and started chanting some spells. She called the soul of Susannah and the soul appeared to her and Emily laughed.