Supernatural Exorcism Latin Novels & Stories

"Ego Bastiana consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta, ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi, Elohim Invictus, protestatis gerum contra hexes spiritus. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti, Amen!" After Elena recited her witch chants in Latin, the strong and cold wind suddenly stopped and at the same time, the blazing fire in the candles died. Elena fainted blood and she accidentally dropped the cauldron that she was holding. I was cursing in my mind when I saw Elena slowly lose her balance causing her body to fall on the floor, she's unconscious.

All emerging from the power of the words Marcus was reading from the book he brought out. "What's happening, why am heading out?" She asked nervously as she turned and observed the sunlight. "I invited you in, he's uninviting you out. They're old magic words used by exorcists. He's rendering the house inhospitable to the dead, to you. Father, the sun, stop!" He cried out shaking the shackles. "Jeremy, help me," she said softly in tears and finally got thrown out to the open. And she began to peal, her skin burning out of her bones.

An engine hisses nearby and I know my time is up. I pull away and pick up the book. Already knowing the English translation won't work, I repeat the Latin like I did before that brought Kiarr to me. "Hac aequinoctii nocte, per temporem et spatium invoco, ut amorem meum restituatur. In nomine amoris et fervoris, meum perditum amorem invoco, ut ad me redeat," my voice cracks. Nothing happens, and Kiarr gives me a nod.

This was the raw, beautiful chaos of his existence. But something was wrong. Wrapped around the silver pillars of his humanity were thick, pulsating red chains. They looked like rusted iron, smelling of oil and blood. They were tightening, crushing the silver light, suffocating it. “INTRUDER DETECTED.” The voice boomed from everywhere and nowhere. The red chains suddenly animated, rearing up like cobras. Scarlett didn't flinch. In this mental world, she was her true self—the Grand Exorcist. Her jade brush was now a spear of pure golden light.

Diana Eleanor stands. The room seems to shift around her, as if the very air recognizes her authority. She holds out a hand above the severed arm, palm facing down, fingers splayed. A low murmur of ancient words slips from her lips—Latin, old and fluid, the language of the first witches. “Sanguis contractum, ligamen inviolabile, revoca ad dominum suum. Per manus, per cor, per voluntatem: redde nobis errantem.”

At the center of the altar stood a figure draped in shadow, chanting in a language that sent chills down their spines. "We have to stop him," Kai shouted. "Now!" The group charged forward, their combined powers clashing with the dark energy emanating from the altar. The figure turned to face them, revealing a face twisted with malevolence and a sinister smile. "You're too late," the figure hissed. "The ritual is almost complete. The God Giant Statue of Destroyers will rise, and your world will fall." Kai's heart pounded as he fought with everything he had, his determination unwavering. "We won't let that happen!"

Drake says we're definitely talking about a being from another dimension, so religious symbols won't do squat. "Okay." That was Eric. "Anything else?" "Yeah. I found a website that mentions exorcism without the religious trappings," Jason reported. "It says sometimes in cases like this there might be a physical talisman required." "We've got that", Ben said. "The ring." At least half of the assembled team spoke at once.

I just keep bringing them down, a feral growl escaping our lips. "LEON!" Serena notices, her hands rising, "MORTEM" she screams. I know enough latin to know what that means, her stupid delusional crush gone as she goes for the kill. Luckily Mira is quicker, she stands up strong, her own arms rising, "REPELLERE" it looks like something out of a tacky movie, the power from both of them meeting in the middle as they struggle to over power each other.

The horror in my chest tightened, but I couldn’t look away from the altar. Atop the altar was a human skull, its surface marked with strange, precise letters. They formed a perfect square shape on the top of the skull, a palindromic Sator square. The letters were deeply etched into the bones, forming the Latin phrase Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas. I stared at it, horror filling my veins. Nowhere in the books I had read did it mention anything like this during a summoning exam. My heart constricted with the terrifying weight of my mistake.

Was he a relic seeking refuge or was the most notorious pack’s secret weapon? “You can fix her right?” Satake chipped in, disrupting my thoughts. “Or at least give me answers.” He said that and muttered a threat. One that my prickly ears caught very well. The Beta of the Crow pack already believed this was the work of a witch or at least a magic practitioner and he swore to have that person’s head once we gave him answers. I ignored his very capable threat and chose to get to work. I needed to exorcise Candice out of this poor soul. I immediately fished out my spellbook and flipped it to the exorcism section. It was a branch based spell. It was a bit difficult but it only required blood aton