Supernatural Exorcism Latin Words Novels & Stories

’ “Nate is my brother. It will all crumble. I will crumble. If I let this all take over. I am weak right now. I can’t…I can’t continue like this.” Eros growled at me. ‘You’re wrong! Now that we have a mate, we can be strong. He can be our strength. He’s our best friend and brother. Who better to make sure we rise above? You aren’t weak, Silas. The bond, these emotions. They aren’t weakness. They are strength! If you let them…’ “You’re wrong, Eros. I’m sorry, but you’re wrong. Opening up the paper, I inhaled and exhaled before I spoke the words the best I could figure. “Incipe magicae. Congrega. Aedificare. Aufer. Sera. Catena. Abscondere. Sepelire. Magicae consumma.”

Demons kept sprouting from dead bodies and from the depths of the ground. If no one raised a white flag, this battle might go on forever because both Lucius and Arturos had demons surrounding and guarding them. So there was no way they could be attacked right away. I spun around faster and spread my arms open as I called for the spirits of the underworld. I had not used this spell before, but it felt like I knew what I needed to do. "Spiritus cognitiorum et spirituum inferorum. Exaudi orationem meam. Potentiam verberant daemones Kalmerus protegendi eiusque familiam regiam."

The two sisters stood there, their palms touching, as Belinda began to mumble words in a language that sounded ancient and forbidden. The air around them seemed to grow thick and heavy, and the sky above them darkened. The wind picked up, and the trees swayed in an unnatural rhythm. Martina felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized that they were indeed tampering with forces beyond their control. Belinda’s voice grew louder, the words spilling out in a frantic rhythm. “Astra descentio, tenebrae aperi, sanguis sacrificium, porta aperi...”

Before I light them, I grab the jars of herbs and sprinkle them around in the shape of a pentagram. I'm going to die if this actually works. I'm so desperate for anything at this point. With a lit match, I light the candles and stand back. Honestly, the whole set-up looks amazing. I grab the book and hold it up. "Words… words…" I run my finger down the page, looking for the spell words. "Okay, here we go... Ad mortale te voco campum. Serva mihi et fac imperium meum usque ad Vigiliam Samhain."

“Oh Christ! This American Schooling, you children know nothing about your own heritage.” “The word Don originally comes from the Latin word ‘Dominus’, which technically means Lord, and centuries ago it was used to address the blessed ones” “The blessed ones?” “The ones blessed by almighty himself, you see the priests, kings and the ones that were bestowed with powers by gods. They were all called the blessed ones.” I am not sure I follow what Nana is referring to. “Sorry nana, but how is this related to the Luciano family?”

"Latin?" "Yeah." I smiled at him again. "Ever heard of it?" "No. Translate it, please?" "Sure. It's St. Benedict's prayer." I cleared my throat. "Crux Sacra Sit Mihi Lux would be: The Holy Cross be my light. Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux is: May the dragon never be my guide. Vade Retro Satana means: Get away, Satan. And Nunquam Suadeas Mihi Vana would be: Never tempt me with your vanities."

Exhorting the prayer of Latin, the language of the witches. I dumped my palms on the chore and closed my eyes. I free myself from the blast sound and opened my soul before I pronounced a word. As I touched the ground, a blue light showed up in my palm, it was gently brightening on the surface, flickering and sparkling. "Elementa ventida mihi potential tuam, Ostende mi hi creaturam absconditam inter carelum nubilum. Confer mihi protestatem tuam etsume in locum in quo slint"

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 commanded He starts shaking and screaming “Never! You can’t command me, Mortal” he roars, his body slowly burning “Adjure te, spiritus nequissime, per Deum omnipotentem” I commanded in Latin He let out a ghastly moan as he roars loudly shattering the building, a black smoke envelope the whole area, he starts changing voices and faces, pleading for mercy. The voice dies down and he changes back to his normal self and teenage voice

-And now, you want to take care of Amy's life, don't you? Marcus smiled wryly. Brenda smiled and shook her head. -Well, leaving that aside, what are we going to do about Lais? -Exorcism. Marcus frowned, after all, he had always heard that exorcism was for casting demons out of human bodies, and Lais fit well into that category.