Exorcist Book Novels & Stories

Black future, large black skull with a glass tabletop, bookshelf’s that looked like coffins, and Blood Red Pentagram in the middle of the room. “Is this what I think it is?” “Well, yeah, the way you’re going to summoning your demon tonight. By the way, here is the book you’re going to need for the ritual.” The book was an old leather book, that I was almost afraid to touch it. As he hands the book to me that I looked through it to see so many odd writings of things that just made no sense to me. Before I knew it that Aaron turns the pages to show me a page with a Pentagram on it with more handwriting.

We search through his library, bedroom, office, and all other places we can think of for anything that could tell us more information relating to sacrificial black magic. Two gruelling days pass, and none of us barely sleep as we’re desperate to find something to save Cathy. But finally, I come across an ancient book hidden beneath Dorian’s mattress. The entire book is information solely on sacrificial black magic, and hope grows in my heart. Course, after finding the right page, and skimming the words. The ancient book records that once the sacrificial black magic spell has been cast there is no way of stopping the effects. Even if the witch who cast the spell is killed. Unless…

He reverses the car carefully watching his back before driving off. " All we have to do now is to find an exorcist which is a very difficult task for us", Lucas says, breathing deeply through his mouth due to the cold weather. Emily brings out her new phone from her small bag, she searches through the browser for a place to find an exorcist. All she get is the meaning of an exorcist, dead people who were exorcists. Feeling frustrated, Emily angrily scroll down the pages. She abruptly stop when she finds a location of an exorcist. His phone number and house address was boldly written at the end of the page.

He offered to get a neighboring mystic healer over but I stopped him. I pushed myself away from the door and moved to the small wooden chest sitting on the table. My fingers trembled slightly as I opened it. The familiar scent of old magic and dust greeted me. I reached inside and lifted the book of black magic. The leather cover felt colder than usual, almost as if it were breathing against my skin. I ignored that and carried it to the bed.

He eyed the four men behind him and they all nodded in unison. As the bedroom door closed, Marcus had all the intention on exorcising the low-class demon as quickly as possible. He wanted to finish it considering it would be bothering the guests if the possession pursued. Though he didn’t have his exorcism paraphernalia on hand, he was confident since he memorized the verses by heart, and that these verses were enough to exorcise this insignificant demon for good.

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.

Taking his valuable cargo and bag with him, Alex found a free desk and allowed himself a few extra minutes to browse through the de Montalt book. In no time, the library surroundings disappeared as he grew more engrossed in the volume in front of him. Using the index for any listing for the later asylum, he turned to the first reference of two. He peered at a diagram of the original tunnel system under the Manor. It looked far more extensive than the plans in Trent’s book. Reading the notes underneath, he learned the only part of the estate used for the asylum was a section of the basement under the main building and the chapel. The book also mentioned that prior to any work starting, in the

“Yes. Naomi is going to run the sigil by her gran. She thinks she’s seen it before, so we should be able to get a name by tonight.” “Once you have a name, will you know how to kill it?” “Possibly.” I don’t know how to kill a demon that arose straight from Hell. I don’t even know how to perform an exorcism on one possessed. “You can read Latin, right?” “Right.” “There might be something in the Book of the Beast on how to kill demons.” “I will read through it.” He hands me the wine and sits on the bench next to me. “Thanks, babe.” I take another big gulp and reach for Lucas’s hand. “You don’t have to help me with this.”

I had this unsettling feeling that they were going to attack, but where, when and who were uncertain. When I got home, I ran over to an old, Victorian cabinet that was passed down through the generations in my family. It was cherry oak and curved out in the middle; the Victorian designs were chipped but didn’t deny that it was a formidable antique. I walked up to it with my set of keys, found the right key and unlocked it. I took out my book of creatures and opened it. It was an old, leather bound book passed down from century to century, with my ancestors adding to it as new creatures revealed themselves. The faded letters in the middle of the cover said “Demonology” in Irish text. The page

we really have to do this by the book. “Are you sure? You can handle it?” I asked again. She didn’t say anything this time but opened the book and closed her eyes. She moved her hands on the pages and slowly, wherever her hands moved, the words starts to erase. The candles on the sides of the circle ignites and I could only guess Diana was withdrawing the powers from the book. As if concluding my thought, she opened her eyes and they were pitched black holding a pinge of purple. “Hounds of heaven, hounds of hell, hounds of the Earth. Guardians of the door, we summon thee to help us resurrect the fallen son.”