Legend Of Exorcism Novels & Stories

“Weird how?” “Ranting about an urban legend,” he said, rubbing his temple. Faith’s voice softened. “What legend?” He hesitated, glance flicking between his dad, the officer, and Faith. “I’d be wasting your time.” “You wouldn’t,” Elsie said gently. “I’ve heard worse.” He exhaled. “They called it the devil’s mirror. Said it was here—some ancient relic that traps souls… or opens doorways. They were drunk. Sounded like a ghost story.”

"Kid, I don't know what nonsense you're spouting! "This is our esteemed expert, Elder Destiny, from the Micahs. He's not some 'Hades'! "Stop spewing lies and slandering people!" Mister Micah, having regained his composure, angrily rebuked Leon, denying any association between Elder Destiny and Hades. His sharp gaze immediately turned toward the grey-clad Elder Destiny. "Elder Destiny, kill this brat quickly, don't let him deceive everyone with his lies!" Mister Micah's face was cold and ruthless, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Lana …Freedom comes at a price. I observe through my eyes helplessly as I repeat those words to Lucifer. I know that this is no nightmare, though. No, I can still feel everything, but I’m not longer in the driver’s seat of my body. Fractured emotions rush through my mind as I try to seduce Michael and threaten Lucifer. I want to scream for help, but I can’t. As I lie in wait, trapped in my own body, I begin to understand what I am. Flashes of what I thought were visions turn out to be memories. Fear overwhelms me when Lucifer asks the other me about the fires, and my vision begins to darken. A ball of ice spreads across my body, coating me with power as I see images of bloody oceans and ever

Her eyes spoke a million words, but she merely pursed her lips. “Did they do something to you?” I asked, because I can’t feel any magic in her. I glanced over my shoulder, hearing footsteps headed in our direction. “We have to go,” Elijah said, pulling out the dagger he concealed in his jacket pocket. It looked like a four-inch serrated knife, but it was laced with magic enough to kill a vampire with one single blow. I pressed Loren’s hand, standing on my feet, but she remained rooted on the bed. “Mom, we have to go. We can make it out of her, you have to trust me.”

Quincy's eyes suddenly widened before she reused her smiles to cover her shock. "Hi Abigail, nice to meet you." "Same as you." The trio darted out of the Manor and left for Dark Igor. The Dark Igor was a particular space where few houses with humans reside. Some humans who did not know that Vampires, Demons and witches do exist. Dark Igor was mainly exposed to peoples only culture and traditions. They prefer northern delicacies to the one's coming directly from abroad. And Ezekiel had built one of his Manor in Dark Igor because there was a catacomb connecting Dark Igor to Dark forest. The catacombs was restructured and in a way, his Manor got connected and fixed to it in a way that even thou

It was bad enough that she was somehow a hot commodity in the supernatural world, a secret he was doing everything to uncover. Back at her apartment, Asha was enjoying the Day of the Dead in her dreams with her physically deceased grandparents, cousins, and uncle. In the years prior, she always wrote off her dreams as just that, having been gaslighted by her super Christian mother that she was possessed, but her recent exploration into her spirituality and the certain practices she’d done growing up with her abuela that she had now implemented into her everyday life made her start to believe there was more to them than she originally thought. It was even easier to hold onto that conclusion n

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

The room seemed to grow colder as the gravity of the situation sank in. "And what's on that disk, you ask?" El Patrio continued, his tone laced with malicious enjoyment. "Oh, just a little video footage of you, Father, in a rather compromising situation. Remember that prominent individual you eliminated in a fit of rage? Well, it's all captured here." The Beast's expression shifted from curiosity to shock, and then to seething anger. He couldn't believe that his own son had managed to obtain such damning evidence against him. "You little..." The Beast began, his voice trembling with fury, but El Patrio interrupted him.

I finally get to her and see her hugging an old man very tight with tears in her eyes—I am shocked at what she reveals to me She introduces the man as her father—the one that died during an exorcism. I reluctantly shake his hand to greet him and I get the same vision again, this time clearer. There was someone alone in a place at night, the sky rumbling, mists, the earth, a cross sign and the earth opening—I know I said this is clearer than the first but I still understand nothing. Just when I’m about to find out what the vision means, Haley pulls me to a lonely corner

Storm took his hand in a handshake and…. “Mother fucker!!!,” The man shouted, snapping his palm away from Storm’s hold eyes wide. Mother fucker indeed. She stared at her palm, still tingling from the painful zap she had felt from Blue’s touch and suddenly she was propelled down memory lane, just about twenty-four hours ago when she had felt this same thing. In the Alpha’s room, while he was sitting bare-chested staring up at her with cold eyes as she explained how her herbs could heal his wounds instantly.