Exorcism Doll Novels & Stories

The doll was standing up covered in lighter fluid and was trying to get down off of the grill. Isabella grabbed the lighter from Ms. Upshaw’s hand and lit the grill in one quick flash. The doll screamed in agony and fell back into the flames. As the flames rose up into the air, a defined face of some kind emerged from the flames and tried to speak but it was gone. Black smoke rose up as the fire consumed all of the material including the Ouija board. Isabella looked at her. “Yes, I’m Isabella Dean, and I just saved your ass from a very powerful demon that Lucy allowed to take over her room. You don’t have to thank me, but you do have to pay me.” She held out her hand.

Elsa burst into tears immediately she couldn't what just happen. She couldn't control her anger anymore was this the effect of the full moon, she thought and looked into the sky. It's not the full moon yet. Aiden, Devina and Tara could be seen standing around a teen girl tied on an alter. "Why does it looks like we're ritualist." Aiden said. " It's Exorcism Aiden "." Devina said.. "Exorcism? What's that?" Aiden asked. "Act of driving evil spirits from A body." Tara spirit.

And when she unzipped, her eyes widened at the sight of his hardened length. He smirked. “You took it in your pussy last night, don’t look so… scared.” He watched her closely as she swallowed hard. “Take it out.” Amara didn’t know why she was obeying him, but she did as he said. His eyes burned as she reached out with both of her hands and took his rod-like cock out. How… how could something look so scary… and big? She couldn’t believe she had this… monstrous thing inside her. “Take me in your mouth.” He growled lowly at the feel of her small soft hands around his hard cock.

Her eyes shut tight, her lips turned purple, and her breath and heartbeat stopped completely. The features that once held so much life stiffened and twisted, with dried tear tracks still clinging to her cheeks. She was nothing but a hollow shell. Once the act was complete, the doll drifted back toward the altar. The gray-black mist around its traditional robe slowly faded, returning it to the dim, muted state from before. It sat in perfect stillness, without a single glimmer of light, yet somehow colder than it had been earlier. The silent scream of a soul being torn apart seemed to linger in the air, mingling with the damp smell of mold, chilling the basement to its core.

He was clearing out the entire upper levels of her location, forcing the environment she was in to clear out the problem people and actually create a team that not only could but would do the work necessary to cut down on overall stress but also to increase productivity and progress. He was able to have every single one of them follow behind Rell, for every day leading up to All Hallows Eve. A most sacred day for those that were from the other side, as each entity was granted the freedom to wear their supernatural skins. It was to be Rell’s first time experiencing the power surge and ability to shed his human skin, which didn’t quite feel like fit right these days, leading up to and through

Hard to tell, if I’m being honest. Doesn't matter. Because Mr Beautiful moves. A single step forward and a lift of his hand. The fingers don't even curl into a fist, they just hover for a breath, then come down. Touching the thing's forehead, a priest delivering the last rites. The body seizes once, and dissolves. Disintegrating, piece by piece. Whatever that thing was, whatever monster just tried to kill me, whatever nightmare just oozed its way into this alley, he ends it with a single touch.

She informed them just before screams sounded from the town. "Myra and the boys!" Lily looked at Jayce. "Aiden went to them." Dante told him when a rabbit hopped over and nibbled on his shoe. He pulled his foot away before he kicked the Undead rabbit back into the lake. "Rayleigh is working on an exorcism spell to rid these vile things." "How long when she gets it done?" Lily asked him. Dante gave a slight shrug of uncertainty. "She's rushing it, but she can't guarantee its potency." He stated as he rubbed his neck.

The next afternoon, I leave my studio. As I drive into the parking garage, the metal gate slams shut behind me. Black Cadillacs emerge from the shadows, boxing me in. My heart hammers against my ribs. My car door is yanked open. Damien himself pulls me out of the driver's seat. He shoves me against the cold metal of my car. His hands trap me, his body a cage. He's wearing a dark suit. His face is pale.

The doll that was clinging to her gave out a piercing and bone-chilling wail. Mary recited an incantation to keep the doll under control. The doll lost its vitality and collapsed to the ground. When Selene saw this, her eyes turned bloodshot with rage. Before she could curse me, Mary shot her a glance. She fixed her razor-sharp gaze at Selene. “This is a type of ancient Western orcery. You haven’t mastered it yet. “Not just that, you only learned the part where you could harm people. You didn’t learn to use this skill to save someone.”

Not hers. My hands started shaking. 'Are they selling off coma patients' bodies?' All those stories from school came flooding back. My skin crawled. I fought the nausea and fear, forced myself to finish cleaning her up. I was about to leave when I saw it—the music box on her nightstand. Ms. Deinert had told me not to mess with it. But my hand moved anyway. I popped it open. No music. Just velvet at the bottom. Then I saw it—tiny crumbs near the edge. Crackers, maybe?