Exorcism Lines Novels & Stories

It was now or never. "By ancient powers, unseen and grand," I murmured. The cage door swung open, a testament to Rachel's doing. "Release this soul from dark command," I continued, my gaze locked onto Rafael as he approached. "Exorcio Liberatus," Rachel, her counterpart, and I chanted in unison. "Hear my plea, set this spirit free," I implored. "This is your last day, and I warned you," Rafael snarled, lunging toward me.

The technique of absolute exorcism. Godric directed his strength to one point, the index fingers. He also mumbled Latin sentences. Louis felt a rise in power. Not only he, but all the other demons too. They let go of the people and all flocked to the place where Godric and Louis were. Since Godric was easy prey during his rite, it was up to Louis to provide the necessary protection. He drew a line with his sword. Flames immediately shot up along the line, trapping Godric and Louis. The asphalt broke, instantly liquefied in the flames. The flames of Lucifer burned everyone who dared to enter the circle of flames.

Her eyes glowed blue and the same with her palms, she turned over as sight instantly swam across the barrier and towards her. Line by line, she began to reverse; " lleh fo semalf eht yb llaf" (Fall by the flames of hell) The first line was spoken, the line which triggered a reverse spell. "Htaed O' (O death) The second line, spoken, it seemed like nothing had occurred yet. "Ssenkaew ruoy si siht rof" (For this is your weakness) "Maria stop this please!" John let his emotion flow as he cried out loud, hitting against the barrier once more.

The wet sounds were deafening—sloppy squelches, flesh slapping flesh, muffled cries, the constant drip of arousal and lube onto the marble steps. Father Elias circled the altar like a dark celebrant, stroking himself slowly. “Confess,” he commanded every few minutes. “Louder. Let the Lord hear how thoroughly you have fallen.” Maria’s voice, hoarse, wrecked, rose between mouthfuls of cunt. “I… I am a whore for Christ… I want every sister’s cum on my tongue… I want my holes stretched until they never close… I want Father’s seed inside me… please… exorcise me with your cocks and cunts…”

At this point, I'm supposed to recite a prayer to exorcise the demon. But for the life of me, I can't remember the prayer. So, I decide to wing it. I recite the part of the prayer I do know. The demon chokes as he laughs at my inability to finish the job. Shit! I'm trying to save the mortal that this thing has possessed. The joke is on him.

Words that now might cost me more than my job. The rain outside hit harder, like the sky was hammering on the windows. My heartbeat matched the rhythm — fast, uneven, scared. I whispered into the quiet, “What have I done?” Because this wasn’t just a line crossed. It was a line redrawn. Around me. Against me. And maybe, just maybe — finally by me.

she pointed at the table. She did?. No wonder Sky said something about me taking an excuse to stay at home. “I’ll go to the temple with my mom tomorrow to pray on your behalf, okay? I'll pray specifically for you to get well soon, and cast out evil eyes!” “Isn’t that exaggerated?” Claire, one of the girls said, and we laughed. “Melissa, you should become a nun instead, so that your daily prayers can wipe out your bad luck,” another girl called Quincy said, and another round of laughter followed.

She struggled, thrashing, sending subtle waves of energy through us, testing our resolve. I gritted my teeth, keeping my focus on restraining her. Every second she spent mocking me, challenging me, the closer I felt her power wrapping around my senses, and yet I refused to falter. Finally, we reached the packhouse. Serena had prepared the exorcism circle in the hall downstairs, intricate runes etched into the stone floor, herbs placed precisely, and the faint glow of moonlit water shimmering with some other ingredients I could not name because I did not know what they were. The air hummed with energy, anticipation, and danger.

"You dare mock me? I'll have Imogen fire every single one of you!" The manager sighed, ready to explain, but I raised a hand to stop him, facing Thomas's anger head-on. "They say Imogen Slater is beautiful and wealthy, with a lot of admirers. How do we know you're not just another impostor? Prove it with maybe a phone call?" Thomas fumbled for his phone, all thunder and bravado. "Laugh while you can! I'll make you regret this!" A growing crowd pressed against the glass doors outside, eager for the spectacle. He dialed repeatedly, but each attempt met the same automated voice: "The subscriber you have reached is powered off."

She walked over to the coffee table, quietly set down the signed divorce papers, and looked directly into my eyes. "Goodbye, Damian," she whispered softly. "You won't have to worry about seeing me ever again." "Good, because nobody's going to come looking for you anyway," Vivian smirked from beside me. I didn't say anything; I just nodded, pretending to agree, even though the quiet dignity in Nina's broken expression was making it incredibly hard to breathe. Without another word, she turned and walked out of the mansion, the front door clicking shut behind her. "Yes!" Vivian squealed, lunging for the papers. "She signed it! It's officially over, Damian!"