My Wife Is A Ghost Exorciser Novels & Stories

“Sir Ares, I’m a priestess from East Mountain, Priestess Zyda.” Sir Ares pondered her title and thought it was strange, but he calmly said, “I wonder why you’re here, Priestess?” Priestess Zyda said, “I’m here to exorcise Robbie’s soul.” Jay was shocked. “What did you say? I’ve only heard of conjuring spirits for the dead, but you want to exercise him? Did you know that my wife is bedridden from missing this child?” Priestess Zyda said, “Don’t get me wrong, Sir Ares. If it’s a conjuring, perhaps you can meet him for a moment. But exorcism will allow him to gain the third kind of opportunity to live again.”

I look down and said " The love of my life is suffering father. She is very ill. She is under a bad spell and that demon is not letting her go. That demon is claiming that she married him and gave him her body and tomorrow night he is going go take her soul with him." He nods and said " My son you should ask for a exorcism. It will going to help her. I nodded and said " Yes i know tonight a person will going to perform the exorcism for her. But I want to ask about it's details. Is she going to survive that?"

But the moment we locked eyes in the exam room, my heart sank. Neat and unassuming, Patrick wore a white coat that made patients trust him instantly. He was the head of OB-GYN at one of the city's top hospitals. So, who else could he be but my ex? "Valerie Carter, right? What seems to be the problem?" he asked in a businesslike tone, his slender fingers curling around a pen. Perfect. We had been broken up for barely two months, and he could already act like he didn't know me. He was truly ruthless.

Dorothy’s mouth opened in awe but said nothing. "Are you serious? What is it all about?" “An unhappy spirit. I encountered when I tried to seek help to locate the soldiers.” “Do share more,” She softly demanded. “There is a lady spirit there who has deep grievances.” “Lady? Someone is hiding in that jungle?” I nodded. Dorothy chuckled lightly. “I am a Christian, Dr. Anthony Jin. A believer in God. I do not believe in ghosts.” I looked out to the sea and exhaled.

He read aloud and exchanged glances with his wife who was troubled. "Honey are you okay?" "How on earth will I be okay? Didn't you just mention ritual? Like we would perform a ritual? In the grave yard? Oh no!" She exclaimed. "Calm down woman. We will do it since we want the twins. Am sure if the kids were hers biologically, we won't go through such process, it is because the twins are not hers." He held her hand to calm her down but she yanked it off." "Don't fucking tell me to calm down. She just said we will perform a ritual to summon a ghost! Am so dead!" She collapsed on the bed.

They put up an act so that I would lay in the bathtub willingly to achieve some kind of goal! The wife was the ghost! The husband might be alive, but he was definitely plotting something evil! Then, I heard soft sounds in the darkness. Something had entered.

“Do you?” “Y-yes…” I drawled. Sometimes I couldn’t understand him. One moment he was scaring the daylight out of me, and then the other he wanted me to eat. What delusional world did he reside in? Alexei observed me for a second, his eyes lingering on my naked thighs before he lifted them to my face. “You better, 'cause I am your damnation, little wife. You wouldn’t want me to show you what hell really looks like.”

She won’t even let Grace have a cellphone. “Why are you asking about this stuff anyway?” Jamie says, watching me curiously. “No reason,” I lie. “It’s stupid. Forget I asked about it.” “If you’re having trouble with something from the other side, my church can help,” Zee says solemnly. “Seriously, exorcisms are nothing for a Greek Orthodox priest. I heard that one time a girl in our con-” “Less haunting talk, more catching up! What have you all been up to?” I ask no one in particular, trying to steer in the conversation away from the supernatural as quickly as possible.

He is devouring her, taking every single inch of her, and she loves it. "Fuck," a ragged, guttural growl rips violently from my throat as I squeeze my eyes shut, violently shaking my head to shatter the image, but the poison is already deep in my marrow. I suddenly picture them on the thick living room carpet. I picture them tangled together on the sofa. I even picture them on the goddamn glass coffee table. Everywhere I look, my cousin's ghost is touching my wife… I mean ex-wife.

When she was an e-ghost, she was usually alright with being alone and entertaining herself but now that she was here in person, she couldn't seem to take her hands off him. Tynan still cooked for them like how it was when Laura was an e-ghost with one significant difference. Laura was able to help out while he prepared dinner. She was an expert in preparing ingredients even though she was still terrible with controlling the heat. Tynan didn't know if it was a good or bad thing that his wife was now an expert with the knife. Her knife skills impressed him greatly and she was a very successful student of Jay's teaching. Laura was also amazed that some of the skills she learned as an e-ghost st