Exorcism Lines Novels & Stories

I warned, my voice shaking as she approached the bed again. She tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Don’t what? This?” She held the candle above my stomach and slowly tipped it. Hot wax dripped onto my exposed tummy. I screamed. The burning pain was spreading across my skin. I arched off the bed, yanking violently against the silk ties as another scream tore from my throat. Cerene threw her head back and laughed. “So pathetic." The sound was bright and delighted, completely at odds with the cruel act she was committing.

She then passed a few charms to Caroline and Keane before lighting the candles. "Please put on these charms, Mommy, Mr. Pierce." Caroline asked in puzzlement, "What are these for?" "These are exorcism charms. There is a possibility of drawing other spirits during the process, so it will be safer to carry these," Liora explained. Liora reached into her bag and pulled out a bottle of translucent liquid.

That stops me cold. “We?” He straightens, sighing as if I’ve disappointed him. “You’ve forgotten more than I feared, now that’s no fun.” Suddenly, my memories begin to flicker–unbidden, broken flashes of images I can’t control: Stone altars…. voices chanting…something red–liquid? Fabric? Blood? –splattered across white tiles...and a voice, soft and urgent, whispering my name like a secret. “I didn’t mean to… I wasn’t supposed to be there,” I mutter. “He said it was okay… just a look… for a moment. He said–he said it was the only way to see the truth.”

Maybe…. But her hopes were short-lived. “If you say one fucking word,” Enzo hissed at Sasha. “About any of this. I will fucking kill you.” Then he turned to the door. His voice shifted to a light and airy tone. “Come in, Mother.”

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.

Raised the crucifix and recited the strongest command I knew. She broke the cord on her right wrist with a casual snap, full demon strength. Her hand out, fingers curling into the front of my cloth, yanking me forward till my hips bumped the altar edge. Our faces were inches apart, her breath smelling of wine, smoke and sin. “Do it,” she breathed. “Exorcise me with that holy cock, Elias. Save me, ruin me. Pound me over.” I should have pulled away. Instead, my free hand shoved her clothing up to her waist, baring her completely. She was soaked, her pussy glistening, swollen and pulsing. A bead of arousal slid down her thigh and dripped onto the altar cloth.

Some of those blisters even burst on the spot, oozing yellow fluid in a truly horrifying sight. "Hold him down and don't let go! The evil spirit is struggling!" The exorcist shouted, mumbling incantations under his breath as he pointed his scepter at us. Mindy threw her entire weight upon Sam's legs, screaming fanatically, "Hold on, it's going to be over soon! The exorcist said that the evil spirit is afraid of fire!" I kept both hands firmly pressed against Sam's shoulders. As I watched his face contort in unbearable agony, I felt completely unperturbed.

There was one final handwritten line beneath the unfinished notes. She read it once. Then her eyes widened. At the bottom of the page, beneath the description of the experimental gas, her father had written its name. THANOX.

the butler stated, his tone stiff, eyes lingering on Samantha for a short second before he turned on his heel and led the way. Caleb offered her a comforting nod, though his face remained grim. She squared her back, taking a deep breath, determined not to let her fears show. They had practiced this, rehearsed every detail. She only had to act her part. They walked through the halls, their footsteps echoing in the solitude, before they finally reached the dining room. As they entered, the worry hit her like a wall. Caleb’s father sat at the head of the table, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly when they rested on Samantha. She managed a nice smile, her throat tightening under his attention.

She took a deep breath, a mixture of apprehension and determination coursing through her veins as she began the incantation: "Sog mi hill ooooh byie Muc myfht so hus heh Nhioebhoooo hhemeu tohyl" With each uttered word, a shiver danced down her spine, a potent blend of anger and fear welling up within her. Her voice wavered as she beckoned the spirit of sickness and disease with her carefully chosen phrases. And then, as if on cue, a brilliant flash of lightning sliced through the air, punctuating her incantation. It was as if the very room responded to her invocation.