Exorcism Novels Novels & Stories

The memories comfort and then swiftly spin around and wound me. All I can do for now, stuck in Greenway in this gilded cage, is keep out of the firing line. Back in the library amongst the records I picked up a couple of books for studying tonight in my room. They’re about demons and demonology. I’m going to work out whatever it is Roxie has awoken and find out to put the thing back in its place. The pages are dark and stained with age, the blood red leathery covers marked with hundreds of different users' hopes for answers.

"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."

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

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.

" 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.