Exorcism Novels Novels & Stories

THE END? Not quite . . . Have you tried Beatrice Beecham’s Cryptic Crypt: A Supernatural Adventure/Mystery Novel by Dave Jeffery? We included an excerpt from the book if you keep paging. Or dive into more Tales from the Darkest Depths: Novels: The Mourner’s Cradle: A Widow’s Journey by Tommy B. Smith House of Sighs (with sequel novella) by Aaron Dries Beyond Night by Eric S. Brown and Steven L. Shrewsbury

I pushed aside the maudlin thoughts, determined to focus on the task at hand—preparing my potions and elixirs for the day. As I arranged bottles of various shapes and sizes on the shelves, carefully labeling each one, my keen intuition sent a warning signal. A voice, carried on the gentle breeze, caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end. "Something bad is going to happen," I murmured, my eyes scanning the street beyond the window. I sensed a disturbance in the Force, a ripple in the calm morning air.

He eyed the four men behind him and they all nodded in unison. As the bedroom door closed, Marcus had all the intention on exorcising the low-class demon as quickly as possible. He wanted to finish it considering it would be bothering the guests if the possession pursued. Though he didn’t have his exorcism paraphernalia on hand, he was confident since he memorized the verses by heart, and that these verses were enough to exorcise this insignificant demon for good.

A golden aura suddenly surrounded him as he used his entire power spread around the room and he finally saw all the spirits and exorcised them, using his powers. He then started to search around the room aggressively before he finally found the books, the books all on necromancy. Forbidden books that are nowhere to be found around the world. While Aaron sighed and got up from his seat as well and started to walk out of the office.

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

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.

The spirit had dark aura emitting from it and it was going to possess Jasmine It was echthra, the spirit of hatred, it fed on humans evil thoughts "Oh no!! Echthra... Lucy's spirit has been bewitched" he muttered and quickly divided his spirit from his body He grabbed Lucy's hands and that moment, time stopped with only Lucy's spirit and his that was conscious "What do you think you are doing?" He asked and touch her forehead with his palm. He was performing some kind of exorcism on her and immediately she regained her senses "Who are you?" Lucy asked