Exorcism Chant Supernatural Novels & Stories

With the speed of light I shift back and I joined and held hand with Shirer and Vee , we began chanting: "By the power of the ancient ones, We call upon the spirits of old. Remove this darkness, this evil influence, And restore the balance, the harmony to unfold.” “Again” . Shirer screamed "By the power of the ancient ones, We call upon the spirits of old. Remove this darkness, this evil influence, And restore the balance, the harmony to unfold.” I felt a massive surge leave me from my heart to my hands and onto Seth , my breathing was ragged like I was struggling to breathe but it was working. “One more time” Shirer screamed ontop of her voice

he shouted with all his strength, but his voice seemed small and insignificant in this eerie space. The woman, however, paid no attention to him. She turned her back and walked toward the center of the altar, preparing for the ritual. Her arms lifted high above her head as she began chanting in a language he couldn’t recognize. The words were strange and sharp, like a blend of several languages, each syllable carrying an unnerving chill. As the chant grew faster, the air thickened with the heavy stench of blood, and the floor beneath him seemed to tremble, as though the very earth was being awakened by some unseen force. "With blood as the offering, with souls as the guide, open the gate to

I scream into his face, while he sputters and tries to get my hands off his neck, all to no avail. I can feel hands pulling at me, and voices yelling at me to let go, but it feels as though I’ve been possessed by a demon, and I ignore those voices. How on earth could he do this to me? How on earth would I face everyone when the news that we’re broke gets out, and everyone who used to be envious of me hears it? My grip on him remains strong, and no matter how hard Lauretta and Amelia try, they cannot pry me off him.

He was binding us together. “You’ll find out soon enough.” His tone was dry, his grip firm. “Begin the ritual!” Dante ordered. Suddenly, the air filled with a chilling chant, voices reverberating with dark energy: “In the thick shadows, where light dares not reach, We call upon the deity of night, let it teach. A hybrid and wolf, in torment entwined, Bound in a pact, in blood and aligned. Under the crimson moon, witness of dread, Flesh and fur merge, where nightmares are bred.

“Hold them over the salt line and walk counter clockwise. Speak the chant as you go.” As we began to move, the chant spilled from my lips, the words slipping off my tongue like shadows. Thinking of Kaelith of all things, I glanced out at the forest. Would he come tonight? At the very least to protect Nova? “Naruum demonia vel’eth … drah’kor fiera godai …” “… nectum drath’uun … vey toran ghuul…”

I watched myself become angry at the revelation and storm off. Another snippet showed me sacrificing the coven to the gates to close it, then a reel of scenes showed me exorcising and vanquishing the rest of the demons that were left. It showed me coming across a few incredibly powerful demons I hadn't seen before, two with red eyes, one with orange, and one with bright blue fire dancing eyes. I didn't even attempt to fight them off, I just dropped to my knees, cut my hand open, drew 5 symbols on the ground in my own blood and began chanting. "Terre, Air, Eau, Esprit, Feu. Je t'invoque, mon sang, enfants de la lune, les cavaliers" I watched myself chant before the ground started shaking. The

Today they are going to try and get me my powers back, I just hope it works. "In the name of the gods and all ye spirits. In the name of kermunous, and of the light and darkness. In the name of the gods of nether world. Remove thee which has been placed, For that which have been stolen, For that which have been giving willingly, Let it be returned!" The elders chanted in a loud voice. They repeatedly chanted the words again and again. On the fifth time, a gush of whirl wind swoop into the room putting everywhere in chaos.

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

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