Exorcism Novels Novels & Stories

She sat down and began pecking at her keyboard as Ralin departed. Darkness descended without any progress in either Leesa’s or Dominic’s research. Neither one was close to giving up, though. Far too much depended on it. Leesa’s eyes had begun to grow blurry, forcing her to close them for a moment or two’s rest every few minutes. She had exhausted her search on Lamashtu and demons in general, and had turned to reading about possession and exorcisms. Even with all her magical experiences and “meeting” Lamashtu, she still found most of the stories pretty unbelievable. Stories of successful exorcisms gave her some hope, though she did not really see them bringing in a priest for this situation.

or priests. It was purified water that weakened them, burning their skin like acid. Exorcisms were all for show. In fact, I’d bet my dick there hasn’t been a single human priest alive that’s actually come into contact with a demon. I grabbed Flint by the ankles, snorting when he tried to sit up and snap at me. I began dragging him towards the back door, pausing when Kimberly moved to follow. “Where do you think you’re going?” “Inside. Where the fuck else?” She snapped.

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.

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In fact, David suspected the idea might have already popped into his stupid head but for clear reasons, the man seemed to be wary of the underestimation he had given his late sister. "An exorcism." David finally answered. "Not the regular kind. It's one I found in an old family book of shadows. But to perform the ritual, I need to get close. Physical contact to be precise." "And this exorcism, will it not have any negative effect on the host?" "There are minor side effects to the ritual but not one we should be worried about." Elder Quentin roamed the room combing through his streak of black and grey as he strode corner to corner trying to cook up something to save his ass. For all the posit

Other than that, Victoria Stephens appeared to be a puzzle that even the emissary cannot solve. “ Y-You owe this?” she asked, trembling. Her eyes are still fixated over the little paradise that’s been hiding under the realm of our dark kingdom. It's the only thing that Alpha Zac requests to have. An artificial paradise all by herself. A man-made river with falls surrounded by black roses. If she looked further enough, she would notice only three different colors of roses. Alpha Zac is seduced by black roses. He chooses that as his symbol. A deadly combination of Death, Tragedy, and Hatred completes his mission as he lay down black roses on top of the burning bodies of his victims.

"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.

" Not even past noon, the exorcists arrived once more. This time, each of them held scepters stained with dark, red liquid that reeked of blood. "Madam, the evil spirit has infested his organs. Today, we must strike him with these blessed scepters to drive the evil spirit out from within him!" The exorcist exclaimed viciously.

The dorm room was dark except for the circle of candles flickering on the floor. Elias Crowe knelt in the center of the carefully drawn summoning circle, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The small off campus apartment smelled of old books, incense, and nervous sweat. Textbooks on demonology and forbidden occult rituals lay open around him, pages filled with notes scribbled in the margins, highlighted warnings he had mostly ignored. He had been studying the occult for months in secret. Tonight, he was finally attempting his first real summoning.

Raised the crucifix and recited the strongest command I knew. She broke the cord on her right wrist with a casual snap, full demon strength. Her hand out, fingers curling into the front of my cloth, yanking me forward till my hips bumped the altar edge. Our faces were inches apart, her breath smelling of wine, smoke and sin. “Do it,” she breathed. “Exorcise me with that holy cock, Elias. Save me, ruin me. Pound me over.” I should have pulled away. Instead, my free hand shoved her clothing up to her waist, baring her completely. She was soaked, her pussy glistening, swollen and pulsing. A bead of arousal slid down her thigh and dripped onto the altar cloth.