Joseon Exorcist Novels & Stories

“Of course.” He moved carefully, lifting the transparent lid and adjusting the blankets with the gentleness of a man touching something sacred. The tiny baby lay curled inside—small, pink, fragile, her little fists tucked close to her face. Elijah wheeled the incubator closer and stepped aside so Serena could see. Her breath hitched. “Oh… she’s beautiful…” Rose’s chest rose and fell, so delicate Serena feared each breath might disappear if she looked away. Elijah hovered at her side, his hand finding her shoulder. “She looks like you.”

His knees buckle and drop to the ground. The media and police call me silenzio, while the others just call Silenzio. I'm a serial killer and I work for the country's most notorious and dangerous dark Italian organization known as The obsidian Syndicate. I work in the organization merely to quench my blood thirst after the unfortunate incident that occurred in my life which has scarred me and turned me brutal, I was given several therapy sessions but none ever worked to bring me back to the man I used to be before the incident.

I try to focus on taking deep breaths to stop the misery from overflowing, trying to control my emotions, but they weren’t willing to be tamed. “I don’t think we should be here,” Theo voices after a moment, no doubt feeling a seed of anger begin to grow through my veins. I curl my toes in my shoes, a failed effort at cementing myself in this position. It’s a failed effort to control myself as the torment bloomed, my emotions mixing to trigger a deadly effect, threatening the lives of everyone here. “He’ll be here soon,” I reply through my labored breaths. “Just a few more minutes.”

She is already in tears probably because she knows what these demons will do to her when one of them finally buys her. "50 million is going.This pet is going for just 50 million now. Does anyone else have a better offer?" Her seller screamed. No one else could go beyond 50 million. The moment she was about to be sold for 50 million l wondered why l went closer and said "200 million". What the hell?. Did l just offer to buy an ordinary pet for as much as 200 million? Rosevelt's POV The moment l heard a demon say he wanted to buy me for 200 million South Korean won. I knew that l was going to leave my master.

I've caused enough inconvenience for him and the couch will do just fine. I can't sleep. My head is whirring, so much has happened today, turns out Cornelius is dead but there is a demon living in his corpse, a demon being controlled by Scott and Jason has an ex girlfriend who may or may not be helping Scott. Possibly against her will. The demon rings actually work and if Scott starts to mass produce them we will be in deep shit. He could create an army of the undead which will be catastrophic

- No we might die trying to do so. Zeel: He shouldn't be here. There was no information that he would be here. Ban: You know something? Who is him? Zeel: Know him? Of course... Demons cannot not know him. After all he is the present head as well as the strongest fighter of the Exorcist Organisation.

Hank was bewildered, nearly dying from the shock and actually forgetting to put a stop to the situation. It was fortunate that Kayson used Ground-Scrincan and appeared next to Josiah in the blink of an eye. He pressed Josiah’s head to the couch with a single hand, and as a few silver needles went down, the latter’s eyes rolled back. He foamed at the mouth, convulsing like he had a seizure. Kayson delivered some lightning energy to Josiah, and a black Vodu Worm crawled out of the latter’s mouth a while later. “Vodu Worm!?” Hank was in disbelief.

Paisley rubbed her head, "Mom was right. It's the quiet ones you have to watch for because deep down, they are crazier than you." "Hey, you're alive, aren't you...," She trailed off as Paisley pointed to Daiki, who now rushed forward with his fists raised "Maybe I can't kill you, but I can send you back to where you belong," Daiki shouted. His fist glowed brighter and spiritual symbols of all descriptions covered the glove, "Grand fist of exorcism," He bellowed. Metal crashed into bone. "Nooooo," the skeletal foe bellowed. Something black and smoky erupted from the bones and clattered to the ground. The ground shook with ferocity. Nozomi and Paisley hugged each other, "You need to choose you

A thought about school and home began to loom over her. Will I got beaten again? "Of course no. You think everything is over when you die? You idiot!" Then the creature showed its form. A big black cloud with two white dots as eyes. Ji Eun gasped, "Who are you! Angel of death? Or god of heaven?" "Neither of them. You've committed a grave sin, Han Ji Eun. Killing yourself still counts as a murder. You will be severely punished!" Then suddenly the room turned into a volcanic crater. The chair she had been sitting on had turned into the edge of a ravine with lava flames licking underneath.

The figure on the grey king sized bed groans once more, turning to the side in such manner that their tangled cerulean blue sheets were pushed down, revealing their handsome, glowing face, plump pink lips, and surprisingly blonde hair. Charon, son of Nyx and Erebos, is back to snuggling with his cold pillows as if the alarm that buzzed seconds ago did not just turn on. His phone, the newest release from his modeling agency's wealthiest sponsor, lit up with messages from his manager, Elizabeth, who must have known he'll slack off and sleep despite his busy schedules. After all, in this realm, he is Han Sejin. A renowned model all over South Korea with his princely looks, poise, and grace that