Exorcism Doll Novels & Stories

I couldn’t even figure out the right question to ask. “That’s Kimball,” Dor said, his voice tight. I’d never heard him more than casually interested. This was the Dor-version of freaked the fuck out. “That’s —” He dissolved into a string of words in his own ear-twisting language, spat out in a fury. “That’s necromancy, that’s a fucking abomination. It’s meant to make him invincible, but he won’t come back from that, not as himself.” Dor turned to me, his face set. “Stay here. Do not go more than five feet from the spell circle. You’re hidden here, from the weres, at least.”

Daniel drops to the floor with forehead smoking and chest pouring boiling tar. The demon bursts free of his fallen host. Nico lowers his revolver and stalks right up to that intimidating swarm of shadows-- He punches it right back down into its dying host. That set of cross-carved brass knuckles he’s sporting seem to pack one hell of a supernatural impact for the demon lord. And no sooner has it retreated, cowering back inside Daniel’s blackened flesh -- Nico fires off another round. “In nomine omnis sanctorum,” Renata and ‘Christopher’ gasp in unison, finishing off the exorcism, “omne malum abicimus!”

“Noted. What about the documents he was looking into? The ones my father flagged?” “Confirmed,” Red said, and the screen shifted again. “Several contracts and donation receipts bear forged signatures. Cross-referencing shows that large sums of company funds were diverted to a ghost charity — the St. Callisto Foundation — which exists only on paper. The foundation’s listed director is—” Red paused. “Go on,” Aurora pressed, her heartbeat quickening. “The listed director is Lucian Aldric.” For a second, she couldn’t breathe. The tablet trembled in her hands as a photo flashed on the screen — and there he was. Lucian. The man she loved, the man she thought she knew. Same sharp jawline, same stor

“To easily kill that thing we called wraith is when it possessed a body. It can be killed by silver bullets, by killing the host.” “Possessed? So it can be expelled by exorcism?” Alpha Grady asked. “If you know how to lock it up, it could work, but I have to relay that question to an expert. The only thing that’s risky about exorcism is it would only find a new host and take more lives.” “Yeah, you’re right,” he agreed, distraught. “What do you say, Califf?” “I’ll go with Ryden. We should kill it when we get a chance before it takes more lives,” Califf replied.

The spirit inside the doll fed on her fear, she could sense it, growing stronger with each tremble. Then, something shifted. The doll's lower body changed, its porcelain skirt hiking up to reveal an appendage emerging from its smooth crotch—a thick, unnaturally large cock, growing before her eyes. It pulsed with dark energy, veins throbbing along its length, easily as big as her forearm. And it vibrated, a low hum filling the air, sending tremors through the bed. Lila's eyes widened in horror and fascination. 'Oh god, no,' she breathed, staring at the monstrous thing. It was impossible, fantasy made flesh—or porcelain. The doll positioned itself between her legs, its tiny hands gripping her

The half-breeds are outnumbered, so a direct attack is more dangerous to the Wolves than the witches. "Hay dolls. These dolls are made from the dry hay that grows in graveyards. This hay grows using the remnants of the dead. So when this hay is brought to life, it will suck the life forces from within," Alcazar shared his knowledge. Enzo and Adolf looked a little disturbed.

The second shattered the windshield of a delivery van. Another landed at the feet of the off-duty nurse. Its tiny body twitched once. Blood seeped from its eyes. She stared, unable to move. It was the same impossible shade. Almost black. As Manhattan descended into chaos, a single instruction appeared on a screen somewhere in the city. Find Dr. Naomi Sinclair.

Kaelen The mud was freezing, thick and suffocating as it filled my mouth. I was on my knees. Heavy, iron-forged chains bound my wrists, the metal biting deep into my skin, burning like silver. I couldn't move. I couldn't shift. The massive, roaring crowd surrounding the execution block didn't smell like normal wolves. They smelled of ozone, crushed rock, and ancient power. Lycans. I looked up, blood and filth dripping into my eyes.

I just stared at him. "How did she die?" No answer. "What happened to her?" Nothing. "Am I just a replacement for Camilla?" He didn't speak, He didn't move, He just stared out the window like I wasn't there. I turned away. I looked at my own reflection in the glass, My face was pale, My hands were shaking. What the fuck? I had signed a contract to be some man's Doll. I had let him touch me in a red room. I had worn a dead woman's name at a family dinner.