Supernatural Exorcism Latin Novels & Stories

“The Book of Kings.” Azazel nods, “At first, we weren’t sure what we’d find. Because not only is it in Latin, but the scriptures are quite involved.” He scrolls through the book and opens it to a specific page. “Then we saw this, Pestifer Mundi, the destroyer of worlds. At first, it discusses the plagues, but as we continued to read, we found information about Lana.”

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

The air grew heavy with the stench of decay as I summoned an unholy legion: an army of the damned, risen from their eternal slumber to do my bidding. “Per manum meam, et mortui resurgent.” I chanted in Latin. I couldn't recall when or how I'd acquired knowledge of Latin, but I suspected it was yet another mysterious gift from The Darkness, which seemed to be imbuing me with secrets and abilities from beyond. I looked up as about twenty twisted, undead forms emerged, their bodies contorted in agony as they writhed within dark, ethereal shrouds.

“I command you, Alastor to return to the infernal realm, Jonathan Shaw is protected from all evil. No negative entity may remain here.” Strong winds begin to blow and an Earthquake which seemed to shake only the house ensued, Reverend Father William started saying some words in Latin. It seemed like a short sentence and he increased his volume each time he repeated the words. The earthquake was really powerful but Father William didn’t move or stagger almost as if there was no earthquake at all, maybe it was all in my head. Father William was now actively yelling the Latin words at the Demon. “No! He belongs to me! This can’t be!”

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.

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.

Adrian spat as his grip on my arm tightened "She is already mine. You can take away your daughter all you want." Lucien's eyes darkened. He looked like a reaper who had come to claim a debt. Without warning, Lucien fired a single shot into the ground inches from Adrian’s foot. The dirt exploded, and the sheer shock of it made Adrian’s grip on my arm loosen and take a step away from me. Taking advantage, the priest ran away quickly. In that split second, Lucien came over the aisle. He quickly gave Aurora to me. "Cynthia, take her," he commanded.

Of course, I wasn't letting them into my hell of a ride back there. "This might sound very inappropriate. But I'm sure you must have heard about the war. Supernatural species going up again the other. Just last night, the Lycans attacked the werewolves. If there is a supernatural world war, we would be vulnerable and an easy pick. We would easily be made into slaves." "I'm sure you have a plan already... Dad." This was gradually going down to it might not be good for you but it's what's best for the pack.

Marcel raised a brow as he didn't understand what she meant by that. “The voices you hear in your head. They are ancient powerful creatures known as the Laetus. Which is latin meaning colorful ones. They are cousins to angels as well as demons and they were the ones that saved you that day from dying and also have hidden you from the Shadows all these years," she replied and Marcel's expression changed. “What do you mean they were the ones that saved me that day?" Marcel asked but before Selena could reply Marcel felt a vibration in his pants. It was his handset and he reached into his pocket for it. Taking a look at his screen he saw that it was Madam Yesenia that was calling and he wondere

Other victims recoil from the cross, as in the case of a 16-year-old girl, Clara Germana Cele, in 1906. Cele could not bear to be in the presence of even a small piece of cross, even if it had been wrapped and concealed. In the Catholic rite of EXORCISM, the priest protects himself and the victim with the sign of the cross. The rite requires that numerous signs of the cross be made on the victim’s forehead. Chant Gregorian chant, that is, prayers sung in Latin, are used to quell demons in some possession cases, and to cleanse spaces. Demons are believed to fi nd Gregorian chant unbearable. Benedict medal The medal of St. Benedict (ca. 480–ca. 457) has always been associated with the cross an