Exorcism Novels Novels & Stories

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.

---------------------------------------------------------------- 3rd person PoV From all part of the world. Those that hidden from mass that is Dragon, Dwarf, Merman, Demi Human, Incubus, Succubus and those fantasy race that appear on the story book. One by one going toward the city that appeared out of nowhere and it was unknown to the one that get target on their wrath. Right, our mc here is the target of these people on the high hierarchy wrath. Because of something that he do in his past dream. Yeah. Everything is on his dream on the past. But right know it’s a reality that he must face.

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.

They all laughed and smiled around the table, all in on the secret, letting themselves be amused that I wasn’t. They didn’t care about me. Not truly, not the way I missed them. They didn’t miss me. Why would they miss the person who disgusted them more than rogues themselves? They were probably happy without me, at peace without having to appease their demon mutt. I sink further into the darkness, my vision blackening as I pounce on my prey. I let myself fall into the pleasure of the struggle; that’s all demons are good for, after all. I walk through the little human town with nothing but exhaustion felt through every muscle. The smell of blood is poignant to any wolf, but the humans just ke

I apologize that this book is really short with less than 30k words in all. I plan to edit it at some point and make it better. I figured that a really long Horror book might be less interesting and would just seem drawn out. I've not read a lot of them but I watch horror movies so I wrote this like I would picture an Horror movie. I appreciate all those who stuck with me and read Reincarnation regardless. Thank you all. After saying this, I would love and appreciate your feedbacks and things to watch out for when I do edit the book. It would be really helpful and appreciated. Bonus scene ideas too would be great. Thanks once again.

"The healers estimate we have seventy-two hours before it reaches his heart. Once it does, nothing in this world or the next will be able to save him." Gabriel watched the marks pulse and writhe, recognizing some of the symbols from his exorcist training. Blood magic, definitely. Old blood magic, the kind that predated the written word, that reached back to when humans first learned to bargain with darkness for power. Someone with significant knowledge and even more significant hatred had crafted this curse specifically to kill Patriarch Michael Thorne.

Even in the dim torchlight, her juices stained her inner thighs. "This." He stepped aside and revealed the thick book on the desk. "This book contains all Exorcists that have ever lived. From the moment they were born to their last dying breath." He tapped the book cover. "I am hoping..." He glanced at her as she stepped up beside him. "This will give us the answer." "To what is going on here?" She asked as she gestured to them both. "Yes, and maybe it will give us other answers." He said as he sat down on the chair. "Have at it."