Exorcism Novels Novels & Stories

A desperate scream pierced the air, sounding as if it came from the depths of hell. Sweat beaded on Sebastian's forehead. It was the first time he was using an exorcism spell, and he didn't feel confident at all. Even so, he trusted that the spells passed down by the Sacred Medicine Society wouldn't be wrong. There was an ear-splitting bang, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Sebastian. Sebastian hastily backed away. "Who are you?" He looked coldly at the dark shadow. "You shouldn't have disturbed me! How dare you mess up my plan? You're asking to die!" the dark shadow roared in fury.

"I can literally do this all night." "Yeah well, 'Demon Daddy'." Rayleigh air quoted. "Apparently had some book that he somehow got his claws on that once belonged to a profound Exorcist." She leaned forward in her seat. "It contained all the Exorcists that ever existed. Dates from the moment they were born to the day they died." "What happened to the book? Does he still have it?" Lily asked. "No." Rayleigh shifted her gaze away for a moment. "We fucked and by doing so, I somehow absorbed the magic that the book contained."

And something faintly metallic beneath it all. Blood. --- His fingers moved across worn spines until he found what he sought. Soul Vessels. Forbidden Possessions. Underworld Bindings. Kael pulled the heavy books free and placed them across a nearby table. The candles lit themselves automatically. He began reading. --- Hours passed silently. Only the sound of turning pages filled the room. Kael’s expression darkened more with every text. Some spoke of spirits entering weak bodies. Others described possession through mirrors, cursed artifacts, blood rituals.

All emerging from the power of the words Marcus was reading from the book he brought out. "What's happening, why am heading out?" She asked nervously as she turned and observed the sunlight. "I invited you in, he's uninviting you out. They're old magic words used by exorcists. He's rendering the house inhospitable to the dead, to you. Father, the sun, stop!" He cried out shaking the shackles. "Jeremy, help me," she said softly in tears and finally got thrown out to the open. And she began to peal, her skin burning out of her bones.

So what stand beside us isn’t at human appearance anymore. Curse of Fallen that what we call it. When we can’t hold our own desire and be honest about it. There appear a animal part on our body. Except me and Hana. Whilst i’m got reincarnated unto this place my race is Incubus, while Hana race is Fallen Angel but at other place is called Succubus because instead of Bat wing and tail it got a Crow wing. So Elder of Hana race call themself a Fallen Angel. The most interesting is there’s no Male on their race so. It got Succubus as the other name.

In response to their resonance, from the center of darkness that he had buried deep within his being, images emerged that he had not called. He saw all kinds of grotesque and horrifying manifestations of death. An old woman with her tongue cut out and blood pouring from her mouth, which she tried to scream when she caught fire on a pyre. Infected necrotic tissue. Erich's cat hissing as he came to life in the supernatural moonlight. Skulls of animals completely stripped of meat by scavengers and dyed yellow by wind and sun. The last precious bubbles of oxygen escaping from the lungs of a drowning man. Viktor's own hands closing around Herwin's slim neck.

I vowed to do everything I could to protect Alex. Eric had forbidden me from leaving Dixonville till morning. So, I went to my room and took out an ancient book from the shelf and settled at my study table. It was titled ‘ How To Protect Yourself from Creatures of Hell’. It contained rituals, spells, and objects that could keep various creatures like vampires, werewolves, energy shifters, etc.

They were images of blackened houses, broken bodies, and trembling survivors murmuring in fear. “They said they saw… shadows with horns,” Eden whispered. “They said the shadows walked through fire and didn’t burn. They tore through flesh like paper. One old man said he saw a child disappear in the blink of an eye. There was no blood. No scream. Just… gone.” Sophia paled. Her fingers trembled as she reached into the folds of her robe and pulled out a tattered, leather-bound grimoire. She flipped the pages quickly. “I’ve read this before,” she muttered,. “Long ago. When I was a child. The signs… horned shadows, vanishing people, soulless fire. It’s not mortal.”

The spirits of those who had come before—the lost souls that wandered the asylum—swirled around Elias like a tempest, their faces twisted in anguish. They were remnants of Nina’s victims, forever marked by her dark desires. As the investigator succumbed fully to Nina’s enchantment, Elias felt the familiar pang of loss. “Welcome to your new reality,” he thought, a hollow echo of his own acceptance. “You will never escape.” And so, the cycle continued, an unending loop of seduction and torment. The asylum thrived on the despair of its inhabitants, a living entity fueled by the pain of those who dared to enter.

Sunlight filtered through stained glass windows painting rainbows across the marble floor while the scent of incense hung thick in the air, mixing with something else I couldn't quite name but that felt like centuries of whispered prayers and confessed sins. I stepped inside and Mrs. Henderson's gasp cut through the quiet like a knife, her rosary beads clicking faster as though she could pray away whatever evil I'd brought with me. Behind her Mr. Castellano's gaze lingered on my body before guilt flooded his features and he crossed himself twice, his lips moving in silent apology.