Supernatural Exorcism Chant Novels & Stories

It was as if his claws were scratching my chest, digging for my heart. No! No! No! I sat up quickly. My chest rose and fell as I tried to catch my breath. The air crackled with an unnatural energy as Alpha Hendrix began his chant. His voice was a low rumble. It carried a creepy tone that made me cringe. His words echoed through the room, resounding in my ears. But something was different this time. I could hear the chants. “Oh dark powers of my ancestors in before me, hear my plea. Grant unto me her power. Let me have all of her strength and her will. Break her, break her spirit. Dark powers, shatter her resolve. Make her a shadow of her former self.”

It was like a multitude of voices, and I trembled a bit, but I continued to pray from under my breath while the laughter increased. "Praying with fear in your heart only makes me happier, my love," the voice teased. I stopped praying and he laughed louder. "Lord," I said, "James 4:7 Submit yourselves therefore to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you." I repeated the verse again and again like a chant while the entity inside of the room laughed louder and louder. "Stupid!" The voice screamed, and I knew it was now in front of me as I felt like something was holding on my neck, but there was nothing touching me. It was like I was choking, but nothing was there.

One by one we each use the same cloth before Pastor bows his head "Patre Caelesti..." he begins in Latin, but I hear his words in English, "Holy Father...give us your mighty strength and your sacred essence so that we may conquer the unclean demon now residing within our realm." He finishes, raising a hand to his forehead then across his shoulders and down.

I set it down and put the lid on it, trapping the smoke inside. The flames on the candles around us grow taller, holding steady despite the wind. I unfold my own piece of paper and flick my eyes up to the other witches. Giving a tiny nod to signal the start of the spell, we all begin chanting at the same time. “Invoco te Hecaten dea noctium. Offerimus tibi ipsi, et quod sanquis et vinum donum. Spiro vitam in mortuis. Eum cito pallium, ne transire copulare quodam vivos magis.”

He began to chant in a low, powerful tone, “Astra descendo, Sophia exclando!” Trans: “Divine powers descend, banish Sophia.” As he spoke, a bright light enveloped Sophia, and her eyes widened in terror. She attempted to scream, but her voice was silenced. The light intensified, and Sophia's body began to shimmer and distort. Nathaniel's chant intensified, and Sophia's form began to fade away. “Astra descendo; Sophia exclando!” Nathaniel spoke again, this time in a thicker tone, with his hand still outstretched. Sophia's body vanished into nothingness, leaving only a faint trace of her presence. Nate took a deep breath and lowered his hand, his chest heaving from exertion.

What are you planning? "Bring me two million, and I'll help you nail her." I stared at Summer. "Otherwise, I'll keep taking her money. "When you're making deals with the devil, you stand with whoever pays more.” "Goddamn it, Mark! One day, money's going to get you killed!"

" A chill ran down my spine. I finally understood why the women who were sent to the divine tree always returned to the village in a daze. They didn't participate in a ceremony that was meant to appease a god. Instead, they were sexually assaulted by this gang of beasts! I struggled wildly, but the concoction had stripped me of my strength. My resistance was basically nonexistent to them. "Get away from me!" Isaac grabbed my chin with his callused hand. He licked his chapped lips before saying, "Drop the act. You've been looking forward to this, haven't you? You were moving so enthusiastically in the hall earlier. No one will believe you even if you pretend to be chaste now."

I hoped to the heaven's they both are fine. The witches chants slowly filled my ears. "....Oxarmazas ocre ixes itum et sique. Zaplixy Atiz Cavi prarmossi Exastra Nepholi hesexa Zacavit Atiz Cravi prarmossi Pontemix Praeslzidior Zimbilis per vous meta mi heava cor dermina Zontem hraesidio ser imsen ulaz..." Then suddenly, a blinding red light grew brightly from the chalice, spreading out. It felt like my soul was being pulled away into the red light.

When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense. Pastor Angelo’s pupils shrank in fear. He raised his voice and continued to chant. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversii omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Myra was obviously struggling internally but she continued forward, trying to approach the pastor. Pastor Angelo’s heart pounded but he did not stop chanting.

"Alright, witches, our duty is to safeguard this child from prying eyes. No one must discern her true identity or sense her powers until the appointed time. Join me in the chant for the glamour spell: 'Quidquid requiritur fiat.'" The incantation echoed relentlessly, voices uniting as they repeated the incantation. "Quidquid requiritur fiat, quidquid requiritur fiat!" they chanted in unison, huddled around a tiny infant, and this memory manifested as a shadowy recollection. "Now, hearken, ancient Gods, this child's abilities must remain concealed from all. Witches, repeat after me," declared the leader, her long white hair flowing as she raised her arms towards the heavens.