Exorcism Doll Novels & Stories

Elaine’s voice came from behind. Turning around to look at Elaine only added to my horror, and I screamed again. A creature from hell was standing next to her. The creature had white eyes, and its body was covered in numerous dark markings, giving it an almost black appearance. I was most horrified by this creature's elongated humpback, which may very well be scales hiding under the blanket wrapped around its body. “Elaine, I think the demon Madame exorcised is still here. Look to your left. I can see it.” My trembling finger pointed at it.

The crimson kimono shimmered eerily in the dimness, and the smile on its face grew even more pronounced. At some point, the flan on the offering table had shriveled and blackened, as if all its moisture had been sucked out. In the bowl of clear water, a layer of fine black fuzz floated, identical to the bead hanging from the doll's hairpin. A strange laughter echoed through the basement. This doll was the very same Evil Doll that had escaped from Carl's hands. Ever since it was injured that time, it had been recuperating, constantly interacting with humans, fulfilling their wishes, feeding on their souls, and accepting their offerings.

My barely-there black sequin dress caught the light of the disco ball. My makeup was sharp and aggressive: blood-red lips and smoky, winged eyeliner that formed a seductive cat-eye. I imagined Rocco's frown, the disgusted look in his eyes he'd give me before telling me to go back and change. But this was the real me, Rosalie Thorne, the Thorn Principessa, who never had to dull her edges for anyone. Just like now. Julian had booked us the prime circular booth in the center of the club. Across from me, a male model, barely twenty, was blushing as he stared at my collarbone.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.

" 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.

It returned now with fangs. A narrow cabinet opened at his gesture. Inside lay a dozen sealed folios wrapped in black silk. He removed them one by one, setting them across a table carved from white stone stolen from an angelic ruin. The table still hummed faintly beneath demonic touch, a trapped heavenly vibration that made lesser creatures nauseous. Apollo barely noticed it anymore. He broke the first seal. Then the second. Then the third.

Because, if nothing else has happened, he has already revealed his identity, he certainly will not win the soul of the person he is attacking. "Exorcism" (according to Hollywood-style films) is for things where the demon is "aggressive" and "creates supernatural phenomena." But actually "exorcism" is very important for demons whose work is subtle, as the devil with his "intelligence" was able to trick Eve in the Garden of Eden.

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."

"The doll is so realistic. I think it costs tens of thousands of dollars... Did they spend so much on a prop? The show must have quite the budget! What brand is it? Could they let us know? I want to buy one... for research purposes..." Sigrid saw them put the doll back down. Rachel then touched around the doll and took out a box of rouge from its chest area. "Is this the exorcism tool?" Cyrus furrowed his eyebrows and said, "Maybe. But how do we use it?" Rachel opened the rouge, dipped a little, and applied it on her hand. "Wow, isn't this from NARS? Its latest product is called the orgasm blush, right?" Cyrus was dumbstruck.

The voices then reverted back to Jonathan’s voice and then suddenly changed into a deep croaking voice. “I consecrate and clear Jonathan Shaw, let nothing but joy linger in him in Jesus name!” The black smoke hit the roof and it dissipates in a loud ghostly moan and a really long bloody Centipede crawled out of Jonathan’s almost lifeless body through his mouth. I smashed the insect with my feet. The earthquake stopped, the strong winds returned to normal, the room suddenly felt brighter and fresh air started entering the room. Father William had expelled the demon. Jonathan Shaw lay on the floor unconscious—exorcism takes a great toll on both the body of the exorcist and the possessed.