Supernatural Exorcism Chant Novels & Stories

The incantation to muffle the sights and sounds around us does little good to stop the banshee’s screams. I grab his hands and chant with him. “Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo. Clausus sonare. Angustos lux. Hoc aspectu in domum custodire ab omni malo.”

He chanted in Latin and the lake vibrated, as the water bubbled hard and started to bring out steame, like it was boiling hot. He flung the book aside. "From light to darkness, from darkness to light. Fire and brimstone, water and soil. Harken onto my voice and pave me a way as I connect the three worlds together. Door to door, unlock to all the world's!" He chanted again in Latin and the demon world shook and vibrated. The water bubbled harder than before and started to bring out smoke, like it was boiling hot. As the demon world shook, the heavens shook and so did the earth.

Nevertheless, this isn’t the time to seek his permission to save his son. Bonnie went on her knees. She grabbed Ann’s hand and began to chant in Latin. “Tenebrae potestatem non habet in lucem,” when translated means ‘Darkness has no power over light!’ Ann didn’t hesitate. She joined the chanting. As the chant continued, the rest of the white clan witches gathered around Kora’s statue holding hands as they all echoed together, “Tenebrae potestatem non habet in lucem.” The dark witches did nothing. They only stared and watched the white clan witches work through their chants. They sense the afflicted body was afflicted by a dark art. It won’t make any sense to try to let darkness expel darknes

“We begin with the prayer. Speak with me, Alina. Let the words bind us, let them call forth the blood you carry.” I nodded, trembling. She began, and I followed, her voice firm and measured, mine quivering, yet together we chanted: “Sanguis antiquus, vitae fulgor, Revela potentiam in lumine lunae.” The Latin rolled off our tongues, heavy and melodic, echoing through the trees. My blood stirred, warm and insistent, as though it recognized the chant. My pulse quickened, beating in rhythm with the words. Cercie’s hands hovered over mine, guiding, steadying, and I felt the first stirrings of something awakening deep inside.

He sets them carefully on a small table by the foot of the bed, avoiding Matthew’s face. Focus. he’s possessed. do your fucking job. “Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defends us in our battle against principalities, and powers, against the spirits of darkness and wickedness…” he entonces, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “Exorcizo te, creatura, salis. Adjuro te, maledicte diabole. Adjuro te, serpens, discedas ab hoc virgo. Et nomine Jesu Christi, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos. Et nomine Patri et fili et spiritu sancti.”

Like her soul, dragging her down— Her eyes rolled back. Her body went still. "It's working!" Katherine shouted to Peggy. "Give me your hand!" Their hands clasped, and the power surged between them. The chanting grew louder, faster, more desperate: "AHNIKA, MATER FLAMMARUM, VENI AD NOS! VENI AD LIMEN! VENI AD FILIAM TUAM!" "AHNIKA, MOTHER OF FLAMES, COME TO US! COME TO THE THRESHOLD! COME TO YOUR DAUGHTER!"

Nathanael asked. “Yeah, I do actually. Everyone, stand up and make a circle. Lock your arms together with the person next to you. I’m going to weave an ancient incantation that has saved priests from possession during an exorcism. If I weave it just right, it will protect all of us from anything Agremon tries to do against us.” Everyone did as Michael asked, eager to be as prepared as possible.

"In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the Devil! God arises; His enemies are scattered and those who hate Him flee before Him! As smoke is driven away, so are they driven; as wax melts before the fire, so the wicked perish at the presence of God!" Xavier vomited on the floor with his body jerking violently. "Stop it! I order you to stop!" "Behold the Cross of the Lord, flee bands of enemies! The Lion

She hadn’t given the common Supernaturals a taste of what she had put their leaders through. She levitated off her throne steps and she didn’t need to make a massive energy ball. She’d just push them back a little. Give them a little scare. “Dragnalia!” Dilia screamed. “Hale!” Snow barked. “Barriers now!” they both said. There were urgent orders and there was a barrier team all of them raising up barriers. Multiple barriers were raised and Tresicta just laughed which just sounded like a screech.

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.