Supernatural Exorcism Chant Novels & Stories

The priest took a step back, eyes widening in fear. “Sancte Michael Archangele, defende nos in proelio, contra nequitiam et insidias diaboli esto praesidium,” he began to chant, raising a hand in the sign of the cross. He reached into his cloak, grabbed a small decanter of holy water, and sprinkled it on Scarlet. As the water hit her skin, in the sunlight, it felt like acid. She shrieked.

I said. It was handed over to me and as I poured it in I focused on my healing energy. I dipped my hands into the bowl and began to chant. "Conteret ferrum illo anathemate. Et ut cura esset in hac vita. Reversusque statim producat quae sua sunt." I began chanting. I could feel the spell working. Then it stopped. I felt immense pain in my head. Then I felt their voices. They were so many yet they spoke in unison. The ancestors. "You deserve to die for helping vampires!" They yelled.

I said. The women clustered together, kids crying, mothers whispering, trying to keep them quiet even though the noise outside was already too loud. I closed my eyes for half a second. Reached deeper. Past fear. Past pain. Past the part of me that still wanted to run. The words came back slowly, like something old waking up. Ancient. Cold. Not human. I whispered the first chant under my breath. “Gelum… Vareth… Silvara nox…” The air around my hands turned white.

Kaelen The mud was freezing, thick and suffocating as it filled my mouth. I was on my knees. Heavy, iron-forged chains bound my wrists, the metal biting deep into my skin, burning like silver. I couldn't move. I couldn't shift. The massive, roaring crowd surrounding the execution block didn't smell like normal wolves. They smelled of ozone, crushed rock, and ancient power. Lycans. I looked up, blood and filth dripping into my eyes.

With a steady voice, Delilah began the chant, her words resonating with power and purpose: "O' spirits of the ages, guardians of the arcane, Unveil the depths of knowledge, let secrets not remain. Grant us clarity and wisdom, in this sacred rite, Reveal the strength within, with your ethereal light. Through the ancient winds that whisper ancient lore, Through the rivers of time that forevermore endure, By the sacred fire that burns with eternal might, We beseech thee, reveal the strength that hides from sight. Delilah's voice carried the weight of centuries, each syllable resonating with the energy of the spirits invoked. The room seemed to vibrate with anticipation as if the very fabric of

At the sound of my voice ordering him to keep quiet, the chirping dies out, then I feel tremendous pressure Sweat drops down from the side of my face as I calmly place my hand on his chest. Insects starts crawling out of his body and climbing on mine through my hand that is on him. They bite and chew my skin but I endure the pain and stay focused and determined to expel him “Adjure te, spiritus nequissime, per Deum omnipotentem, Abaddon” I commanded as I take further steps close to him

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

Simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San. Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." The wind started to pick up speed and blew Arianna's hair around as the door quivered and shook from the force of the spell. They raised their clasped hands to add further power to their spell. Arianna and Zachary Merlin simultaneously, chanting, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San." Finally, they thrust their hands forward and shouted the last incantation at the top of their voice, simultaneously, " Phasmatos Siprum, Emnis Abortum, Fasila Quisa Exilum San!" The door exploded in

"Folgerous incantum, velaris mactum, elysium profundum, adveho umbram. Invictus potentia, animus obscurum, tenebris adficio, veneficus summus. Animaque regia, in tenebris ambulare, umbrae dominus." The chant continued, the words flowing together in a mesmerizing rhythm. The man's hands moved gracefully in the air, tracing intricate patterns that seemed to correspond with the syllables he uttered. The room itself seemed to quiver in response, and Elvie couldn't help but feel a growing sense of unease.

Finding it dangerous, Marcus countered it with another ancient Aramaic verse and this brought out a white blinding light that consequently surrounded the victim’s body. “Dbhdkn eihd albid bh abhidne blhaid bhidea aahbieh eifmbn nflehyb hdiey.” (“Through light and dark. I bind thee. I take thee out of this man’s body! In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.“) The trio audience watched in anticipation and awe. Hope was in their thoughts, wanting for André to live through the ordeal. However, with the sudden blinding light enveloping the marble table and the two men near it, they couldn’t see how the exorcism rite would end.