Exorcist Book Novels & Stories

- Samael thought as he prepared himself for a meeting with Nadir. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ At the same time, Maria found the book she was looking for from the owner of an antiques shop, but it was her property and it was impossible to buy or borrow the book, so Maria sat down at a table in the back of the shop, took out her notebook and copied the ritual she was interested in with all the drawings, which needed to be outlined. The owner of the book additionally instructed them on how to prepare for such a serious ritual, how to cleanse the room after it has been performed, so that nothing uninvited would remain in it. The woman also warned them to be careful, because by wanting to contact a particu

Of course, before that, I had cleansed the house with a special spell and incense, so that my mother would not sense the traces of a vampire's aura when she return home. Unfortunately, another massacred body was found on Sunday, and it belonged to one of Oliver's classmates. It was on the eastern edge of the forest, equally bitten as the first one. People started to panic that there was some wild, dangerous animal hiding in the forest, and all the law enforcement had been put on their feet. It was planned to comb the forest, find the animal, put it in a cage and take away.

Something about it made my chest feel tight. Like I had seen it before. But I knew I hadn’t. I quickly closed the book. My heart was beating faster now. I stepped back. I didn’t like how that felt. Like the room was watching me. I turned to leave— And stopped. The front door. I heard it open. My heart jumped. I rushed out of the room and back into the main area, trying to act like I hadn’t moved. She stepped inside. Evelyn. Her eyes went straight to me.

“About three thousand years ago, I created a notebook to house magic. Spells, incantations, ingredients for potions and elixirs. It was supposed to hold all the things that Leticia and I couldn’t keep inside, otherwise we would have become corrupted by it. So, I gave it life. It is… connected to the two of us. It knows what to take and what we can handle.” “It became more than what Kas originally made it.” Leticia murmurs, playing with her fingers. “Yeah. Collecting positive and light energy is easy. I knew we would need to collect a lot of dark to balance it out. So, we stretched far and wide… Now this book contains… well, there’s so many depths and complexities to it, it’s difficult to exp

The books they had on the subject seemed sadly outdated and she silently wondered if this exercise would bear results. Eli, being the Head Librarian, was able to sniff out what they needed fast, and she was sure the seven books on the desk were about all he could find. Most of them dealt with hauntings and spirit possessions, but none it seemed, could tell her how to kill an evil spirit. Not just banish it, but kill it and send it hurtling to hell, where it belonged.

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

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

'I wish I can just disappear here and teleport to the nearest garden. As I closed my eyes, I felt the wind blowing through my ears and the hit sunlight in my skin. I opened my eyes and saw the garden in from of me as I get up from the grass. "Huh?" Is this some kind of exorcism? On my left hand was the book I was reading earlier, right on the last page. It said: 「To my dearest,

I had to believe they were doing it for a good reason. I walk further into the room and see a row of red leather books all along the back wall on shelves. I rip a book from the shelf, flipping through the pages; every spell in here is black magic. I grab another book and another. They are all full of black magic, words of evil, each book darker and darker. I flip to a page that says “removing souls, the patient must endure months of torture to separate the soul from the body.” I stare at the page in disbelief. Is this what they are doing down here?

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?