Exorcism Lines Novels & Stories

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.

“Lord, send him aid from your holy place. Let us pray. God, whose nature is ever merciful and forgiving, accept our prayer that this servant of yours, bound by the fetters of sin, may be pardoned by your loving kindness.” With a loud groan, I tumble to the floor, my eyes fixed open on the cross up near the foggy rafters. It’s gone from blistering hot to bitterly cold and I’m not certain whose voices are in the room with me anymore, only that it’s not Father Kilroy’s, or anyone else I’ve known my whole life living here. I hear someone hiss, “Well, I’ll be damned,” and can only assume it’s that wicked bastard Bill because he’s the only one brazen enough besides me to curse during the middle of

"Folgerous incantum, velaris mactum, elysium profundum, adveho umbram. Invictus potentia, animus obscurum, tenebris adficio, veneficus summus. Animaque regia, in tenebris ambulare, umbrae dominus." The chant continued, the words flowing together in a mesmerizing rhythm. The man's hands moved gracefully in the air, tracing intricate patterns that seemed to correspond with the syllables he uttered. The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

His fists crashed into me again and again as we spun, tore through branches, shattered trees, and slammed back into the earth. We destroyed the field between us. Craters. Broken wood. Blood soaked into the ground. “You know you cannot exorcise me,” I said between blows. “Your well is too shallow compared to your father’s blessing. And you cannot kill us like this unless this body casts us out.” The passengers laughed through me. "We are so many. A trade of one of us each time you hurt us will go very far. So the next best thing to do is give in to Asmodeus's demands. Go to Hell!!"

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”

I remove the dead and dried bird from my bag, and place it on the table, between the Skull and crossbones and the Ouroborus. I clear my mind, and concentrate on the intention to extract the soul of the bird, I visualize a gentle and ethereal atmosphere envoloping it, take a deep breathe and say "Excoquere animam, ex corpore seperare, Spiritus abi, in mea voce clarare Anima excoquere, patefacio iter ad umbras Ut loqui possimus, coniungi et audire verbas"

Alpha Xander replied nonchalantly as he still kept eyeing me suspiciously. "Whatever this is, its coming from you. " Alpha Xander announced and I couldn't help but sigh. How possible is that? Is he trying to tell me that I am now disbursing wolf's bane from my body. "I'm now a disbursement machine of disbursing wolf's bane, huh?." I asked in a confused voice. "Alpha Ansel, you're on the Exorcist period. " He said and i lowered my head. How the hell does everyone know about this exorcist thing? why an

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.

I go limp again, letting my eyes fall shut as I crumple to the floor. My father’s prayers have become a distant blur. Then I hear footsteps. I keep my eyes shut. My father’s voice rises with relief. “Father.” Father Martins says nothing at first. He simply walks closer. My heart begins beating faster. Don’t move. Don’t ruin this. Latin exorcism prayers reverberate off the high ceiling. It sounds terrifying, but it does nothing to me.

He sets them carefully on a small table by the foot of the bed, avoiding Matthew’s face. Focus. he’s possessed. do your fucking job. “Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defends us in our battle against principalities, and powers, against the spirits of darkness and wickedness…” he entonces, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “Exorcizo te, creatura, salis. Adjuro te, maledicte diabole. Adjuro te, serpens, discedas ab hoc virgo. Et nomine Jesu Christi, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos. Et nomine Patri et fili et spiritu sancti.”