Novel & Cerita Exorcism Novels

"You keep telling yourself that, nerd." "Don't call me that" He leaned over and mock-whispered, “I’m scared now." A server came by and we ordered our coffee, black for him, vanilla oat latte for me. Once they walked away, Christian leaned forward, elbows on the table, that ever-present smirk on his face. "So what is this book, anyway? Witchcraft for Beginners? How to Hex Your Ex?" I scoffed. "No, it's a comparative analysis on supernatural war tactics over the last two centuries. It goes into detail on Flare magic, territorial blood pacts, and..."

On a metal table in the corner sat half-melted candles and jars filled with liquids of every color. My gaze dropped to the cemented floor. A massive circle, drawn in blood-red paint, marked the center of the room—complete with a Star of David, runes, and Latin inscriptions. In the middle stood a metal chair with ropes dangling from the backrest. The room had no windows, and the heavy scent of sulfur, death, and venom filled the air. “Whoa,” I breathed. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen a room for exorcisms, but it definitely brought back memories I’d rather forget.

They collapsed in a wrecked heap, bodies slick and leaking everywhere, holes twitching ruined, cum pies sealed or oozing free. Zeke's lovers curled close and devoted around him, breaths ragged, skin marked with bites and bruises. "My perfect sins," he murmured soft, voice laced with possession. Remotes went silent for the night, plugs humming low as aftercare. Tomorrow brought bigger deals, Harlan's ghost fully exorcised, Roskov's empire expanding. Deeper depravities waited in the wings, the family bond unbreakable. The empire throbbed on forever, fueled by cum and dominance.

she utters, then makes the sign of the cross and ends it with a statement that sounded like— “Deliver us from evil, Lord.” “You know what? Of course you wouldn't be going anywhere. I cannot have you here, and just let you… slip up. It seems to me that the earlier rituals and exorcism didn't quite work. That's alright. We will perform another. You will be cleansed and free from all evil. Whatever has possessed you, we will pray it out. The Lord will deliver.” My heart starts beating loudly on hearing the word exorcism. I can't go back there. I can't go back to that basement. They'll kill me there, and no one would know. I won't survive it down there. I just wouldn't.

The smoke disappeared into the air. The candles and incenses were lit on the table to create a flicker in the breeze blowing through the kitchen. She placed the crystals in the oven. Red for blood, fire, violence, health and danger. Orange for change and yellow for mourning. Black for evil and dark. She began stirring the crystals in the oven with a wooden spoon as she chanted a spell. The oven became so hot the spoon began to catch fire. She reached over to the sink and filled a glass with water. She propelled the glass of water onto the fire. The steam spelled out Slaughter Hill. The spell was completed.

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

"What is the Grimoire of Shadows?” "The book of the dead, with spells to bring back the supernatural creatures banished long before we were all expelled from the heavens, where there are all the oldest and darkest witchcraft of all worlds. A book that is believed to lead any creature that tries to read it to madness and death, if the reader is not the person who will release all the worst, all sins at once against humanity, with the rituals of invocation "answers Vraxlon. "I said there's an evil book of the kind you described in our world.” “Where? "I asked, already knowing the answer.

-And now, you want to take care of Amy's life, don't you? Marcus smiled wryly. Brenda smiled and shook her head. -Well, leaving that aside, what are we going to do about Lais? -Exorcism. Marcus frowned, after all, he had always heard that exorcism was for casting demons out of human bodies, and Lais fit well into that category.

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

The legend of esoteric exorcism was a method of Mythist transcendence. Westbrook’s exorcism was a coercive method that used the corpse’s lingering attachments from their past lives to manipulate them into leaving. However, esoteric exorcism allowed the souls of the deceased to be transcended, making them willing to accept the future of their fate. These were two different methods, indicative of different levels of attainment. The esoteric exorcism method essentially led the deceased to accept their fate willingly, while the Westbrook exorcism method relied on the deceased’s lingering attachments.