Exorcism Lines Novels & Stories

Randall and Tristan sighed and did the same with this one, turning to the remaining Angels left to end them quickly too so they could join Zadicus and Kriss. “Better hurry, if Zadicus and Kriss wasted all their energy here how will they defeat Katastrofi?” Persephone asked, joining everyone else. “Agreed. Let’s go-” Before they were going to fight those Angels and help Zadicus and Kriss, another spell was cast. “Holy Exorcism.” Their face glowed when they turned and saw Sir Zuka back with Hizerl Army again, using the sacred spell to purge all evil souls, killing those angels instantly.

“You… Who the hell are you?!” “Someone you can’t afford to offend!” Alex pulled out the Stake of Exorcism and said coldly, “I won’t let you die right away. I will place your soul in this Stake of Exorcism and look for a chance to send you into infernal hell! I’ll let you stay there forever to enjoy the pain and loneliness inside.” Alex grabbed with his hand, snatching the man’s soul abruptly from his body, tossing it into the Stake of Exorcism.

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

The heavy metal door clicked shut behind him, leaving me completely alone in the freezing, dark room. I sat on the edge of the high table for a long minute, my breath coming in short, ragged gasps. My entire body felt weak and sore, my muscles shaking from the sheer high stakes of the last ten minutes. Slowly, I slid my feet down, my sneakers avoiding the sharp pieces of broken glass scattered across the linoleum. I walked over to the long line of glass mirrors hanging above the perimeter sinks, my hands trembling as I reached down to fix the hem of my twisted skirt and pull my oversized sweater back down over my hips.

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.

When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense. Pastor Angelo’s pupils shrank in fear. He raised his voice and continued to chant. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversii omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Myra was obviously struggling internally but she continued forward, trying to approach the pastor. Pastor Angelo’s heart pounded but he did not stop chanting.

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”

Griselda smiled, a twisted grimace she didn't get to finish because, in that instant, Uriel lunged at her, possessing the healer’s body with a burst of supernatural energy. Under the angel's control, Griselda straightened up and extended her hands toward Dorian, chanting words in a dead tongue that made the very foundations of the place vibrate. Uriel was looking to rip Astaroth out by the roots. Derand stood frozen, not knowing what was happening, his confusion quickly turning into dread. "What is she doing now?" Suddenly, Derand fell to the floor, limp and breathless. The force of the exorcism Uriel sought to perform drained the energy from the room, and the surrounding bodies succumbed.

"In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the Devil! God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him! As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God!" Xavier vomited on the floor with his body jerking violently. "Stop it! I order you to stop!" "Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies! The Lion

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, every inch of her skin drawn taut. "Ivana, relax. You can't be afraid during the ritual. The more you fear, the harder this will be for me." Exorcism wasn't like ordinary medical treatment—the victim's willpower mattered greatly. The weaker the will, the stronger the black magic became. Evan closed his eyes, bit the tip of his finger, and let a single drop of blood fall onto Ivana's smooth back. The instant it touched her skin, the droplet split into crimson markings with a hum, spreading rapidly across her entire body.