Joseon Exorcist Novels & Stories

I take what little I can into my mouth, sucking the warm residue clean until my eyes roll back and blackness takes me. The next thing I know, I’m wearing a clean white dress in the altar girls’ dressing room. My parents and Daniel are standing by the narrow cot. Little Jason stands quietly beside my mother. “Oh, Calista,” Mom whispers, leaning down with a look of deep sorrow. “I’m sorry you had to go through exorcism.” She presses her lips to my cheek—the very same lips that have wrapped around the holy men of this parish. A wave of intense nausea rolls through my stomach.

Can she leave him when the goddess gave them to each other? Mortus rubbed his cheek into her hand, feeling her warmth. Scorpia’s wings shook, by fear or the tingles that shot through her I would never know. “The King, or Emperor as he likes to call himself, of the Rogues is Virion,” Mortus breathed, raking in her scent. “He is started as a sorcerer and practiced necromancing.” Orion slammed his hand on the railing, breaking the trance Scoripa had Mortus . Shaking her head, she pulled his face back to hers. “Keep going,” she muttered. “This will help, keep going.”

He did smile for a second but that was eventually replaced with the laughter of his tears falling from those beautiful masculine russet eyes. When he parted from me, I leaned my head back against the pillars of his balcony and took a deep gulp of noon air. I was afraid to admit it. But I could almost taste Rowena’s words of awful truth fresh and bitter on my tongue: there is a possibility that I may be Eliane’s reincarnation. Jose’s warm hand settled on top of my shoulders. “Did you really not see them? Jason and two Brown Wolves in wolf form enter the basement?” Jose opened his mouth, only to find out that not even a ‘no’ would come out.

But after hoping, begging, and wishing to whomever would listen a demon came back with their son but delight was the last thing they felt because their son… their son… “He was dead! His body was so pale, his body was cold, colder than the depths of the Blood Sea, and… he wasn’t alive. That thing killed my son. I know the rituals of the merfolks, he turned him to his slave, used him, and killed him in the end!” Kian exclaimed in pain as he beat his chest, sorrowful tears running down his cheeks. Josephine, who had tried so hard to hold herself had also broken down while comforting Kian. She had never hated a person as much as she hated that demon bastard, even when her brother tried to poison

“Do you need anything? Is the food to your liking?” “I don’t need anything. The food is excellent. You outdid yourself, Jose!” I gave him a reassuring smile. Suddenly, a thin veil of darkness formed on my right side and from it marched three demons, two males and a female. I took a fighting stance, and rushed towards the bigger demon among the trio, a horned, red-skinned creature. “Jose, run!” I told him. He ran, but as soon as he reached the veil of darkness, he was trapped. It was like a magical wall.

Terrena screamed in anguish, a white light blew the rubbles apart as jason stood up and dusted his cloth, "C'mon!, I just got this" he said playfully, Derora screamed in anger, "How?, what are you?" She shouted, "I" jason said as he held the heavenly blade cyclone, "I am jason alecto elixtu, son of kelin elixtu whom herega framed, bloodline of illummino, godson of aether, weilder of the blade cyclone, husband of terrena rectir elixtu, king and heir of Aratia, and lastly, the one who kills you" he said calmly as the field erupted in shouts of ikir,

Haneul Jang's vision began to submerge slowly into a pitch-black darkness. As if an ill fate from a past life revived as a tragic shadow of the current life, the sad news of Gibeom Jo never felt like someone else's business. To think that the existence that brought him a terror close to death was a stalker no different from a criminal. Showing the same seizure symptom as himself or Seo Jungwoo was clear evidence that the ill deeds of the past life were tenaciously continuing until the current life. The overlapped shackle of fate heavily pressed down Haneul Jang's heart.

I opened it with a sinking feeling in my stomach. The message read: “Congratulations on getting your daughter back. She is beautiful. The game has only just begun. I look forward to meeting her soon. Sleep well. The shadows are closer than you think.” There was no name. No signature. Just a single black rose emoji at the end. I stared at the screen, my hands shaking. John looked up from the floor and saw my face. He stood up and walked over, reading the message over my shoulder. “Another one,” he said quietly. “Whoever this is, they are still out there. Watching. Waiting.”

It was a voice both hauntingly familiar and deeply unsettling, yet I couldn't place its origin. The doors of the church swung open, admitting a gust of wind and a figure cloaked in darkness. With a microphone clutched tightly in his hand, he strode forward accompanied by a troupe of menacing accomplices. Fear gripped my heart, for in that moment, I beheld the face of my sinister ex-lover. "I love you, and I will have you back. No one but me is worthy of your hand in marriage," his voice seethed with possessiveness, his words an ominous declaration.

Counselor Lee did scream with all the strength he had, because what he saw, was something that was enough to make him shudder in horror and confusion. "How could that be?!" King Jo Sun covered his mouth with one hand when he saw two human bodies suddenly lying not too far away from the bonfire. The bodies were sprinkled with Mugunghwa flowers all over their bodies so that it is not really possible to know who these bodies really are.