Exorcism Doll Novels & Stories

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.

Doctors had crowded around it, asking questions because none of them had seen technology like it before. Less than sixteen hours later... It was being sold across Manhattan. How? Not why. How? No company designed, manufactured, shipped and stocked thousands of advanced medical devices in a single day. It simply wasn't possible. The question stayed with her until she reached her apartment building. She unlocked the door, stepped inside and reached for the light switch. The apartment filled with warm light. Naomi froze. Standing in the middle of her living room... Was an Ox-Co. Its soft blue light pulsed quietly in the darkness.

In the dark, with all their power, to two girls who had no one in the world to raise a hand for them. And then Dorian married me, to keep me quiet and close and owned, the way you'd cage a bird that had seen too much. I killed him for it. I have never told anyone that either. I killed Dorian Orion with my own hands and I made it look like the Goddess took him, and I wept so prettily at the funeral that his own father held me and called me daughter, and I let him, because I had already decided by then that weeping at one Orion funeral was practice for the rest.

Noel jolted when an unprecedented headache attacked him. The being too—with that feminine voice—suddenly scooed close to Noel with it’s ghastly fingers reaching out to him. Despite seeing such horrendous scene, Noel felt his limbs numb. It was as if he’s been put into glamour, Noel couldn’t even chant a spell to protect himself. Yet he must do something. Because, the dollmaker’s face is starting to distort into a whole different look. A look of happiness yet filled with madness, like a psychopath ready to kill their victim.

I take what little I can into my mouth, sucking the warm residue clean until my eyes roll back and blackness takes me. The next thing I know, I’m wearing a clean white dress in the altar girls’ dressing room. My parents and Daniel are standing by the narrow cot. Little Jason stands quietly beside my mother. “Oh, Calista,” Mom whispers, leaning down with a look of deep sorrow. “I’m sorry you had to go through exorcism.” She presses her lips to my cheek—the very same lips that have wrapped around the holy men of this parish. A wave of intense nausea rolls through my stomach.

Before Alex could answer, Freya said in a delicate voice, “This isn’t a Gimmick Puppet. This is a zombie refined using a living human. Look at its eyes. The pupils are golden, right? This is a golden-eyed Golden Zombie with infinite strength.” When Darven, who was hiding far away, heard the words, he smacked his head. “Oh right, Miss Mayer, your Exorcist Dragons specializes in fighting zombies. You should have a way, right?” Freya took out a black-and-red wooden stick with a pointy cone in the front and a sculpture of a dragon throne at the back. It had grains that looked like dragon scales all over its body.