Exorcism Doll Novels & Stories

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.

Doll asked weakly, but he felt insane anger erupt from his lungs as he let loose a series of expletives that shocked everyone around him. Priest threw down the blankets, save for one, which he used to gently prop Doll up. "Oh, someone is in trouble when he finally shows. Now, Doll..." He began to rub the no-fur's shoulders. "Try to calm down or we might have to summon an exorcist and that would freak Lexi out." "I don't need an exorcist." Doll reached back and dug his pretty nails into Priest's paw. "I need my mates!"

Gabriel could feel Dominic's awareness of him through the mate bond, could sense the tight control his mate maintained over his body's involuntary responses. "The guests tonight will include representatives from every major pack in North America," Dominic said finally, his voice carefully neutral. "There will also be human politicians, business leaders, and various supernatural entities who prefer to keep their nature private. Everyone there will know who you are. Everyone will be watching to see how I handle the exorcist who should have stayed forgotten." Gabriel absorbed the casual cruelty of the statement, reminding himself that this was part of the arrangement. Dominic wanted him humilia

Before mercy had ever tasted like a woman’s mouth. They lined the walkways now, a jeering ring of teeth and claws and hunger. Horns gleamed in the ruddy light. Wings twitched. Tails lashed. Some held chains that ended in their own prizes—twisted, half-demon remnants of once-human souls, their bodies warped beyond recognition. Horn buds where brows had been. Too-long fingers tipped in claws. Eyes glazed milky white from too much screaming. Some knelt at the edges, tongues lolling, drinking in the pain like incense; others lounged with cruel ease, idly tugging on their chains to draw out fresh cries whenever the cavern’s chorus lulled. It looked like a congregation. A black mass of devotion. I

“Sir Ares, I’m a priestess from East Mountain, Priestess Zyda.” Sir Ares pondered her title and thought it was strange, but he calmly said, “I wonder why you’re here, Priestess?” Priestess Zyda said, “I’m here to exorcise Robbie’s soul.” Jay was shocked. “What did you say? I’ve only heard of conjuring spirits for the dead, but you want to exercise him? Did you know that my wife is bedridden from missing this child?” Priestess Zyda said, “Don’t get me wrong, Sir Ares. If it’s a conjuring, perhaps you can meet him for a moment. But exorcism will allow him to gain the third kind of opportunity to live again.”

Was he a relic seeking refuge or was the most notorious pack’s secret weapon? “You can fix her right?” Satake chipped in, disrupting my thoughts. “Or at least give me answers.” He said that and muttered a threat. One that my prickly ears caught very well. The Beta of the Crow pack already believed this was the work of a witch or at least a magic practitioner and he swore to have that person’s head once we gave him answers. I ignored his very capable threat and chose to get to work. I needed to exorcise Candice out of this poor soul. I immediately fished out my spellbook and flipped it to the exorcism section. It was a branch based spell. It was a bit difficult but it only required blood aton

Paisley rubbed her head, "Mom was right. It's the quiet ones you have to watch for because deep down, they are crazier than you." "Hey, you're alive, aren't you...," She trailed off as Paisley pointed to Daiki, who now rushed forward with his fists raised "Maybe I can't kill you, but I can send you back to where you belong," Daiki shouted. His fist glowed brighter and spiritual symbols of all descriptions covered the glove, "Grand fist of exorcism," He bellowed. Metal crashed into bone. "Nooooo," the skeletal foe bellowed. Something black and smoky erupted from the bones and clattered to the ground. The ground shook with ferocity. Nozomi and Paisley hugged each other, "You need to choose you

Her voice is firm enough but I can tell she's still very nervous. Soliaire flashes his devilish smile, I have to admit he is pretty handsome. "Is that so?" His hand trails from her face down to her throat. In a split second grasps her by the neck. My eyes widen in shock as I watch him practically drain the life out of her. "You belong to me, your soul is mine and you shall serve me until the day you die." His voice has gone from seductive to monsteraus. He tosses her away like she's nothing and with Zaralina out of the way, I'm vulnerable and at the mercy of Soliaire and his demons.

But was it the happy ever after for the royal kingdom and people of Hamster? The dead body of Otaku was found by some Aghoris who passed by the way. They were experts in practice of black magic and sorcery. With their evil powers they brought Otaku alive. For the wickedness he nurtured in his body and blood, Otaku became a master in Tantrism. He is now no more a human who has life principled to birth and death but a vampire, a sex hungry beast and a lust filled addict who had mastered on sorcery.