Novel & Cerita Supernatural Exorcism Latin Words

Rune's echoing voice could be heard chanting in Latin over and over again; “Vōs quī procul spectātis, magnā arte et ratiōne, Nūllam vīribus corrumpat, nūllam mentis vānītatibus. Monstrī animus, cor frīgidum, nūlla vērō nōtūrum. Vōs dīcō, vōs quī magicae, prōtēgite animum meum. Ex umbrīs et tenebrīs, ex spatiō et tempore, Vōs adiungite mihi, mihi adesse, et mihi. Per vim hōc monstrum, nūllam vīribus corrumpat, Nūllum malum, nūllum dēmonis vīribus. Nunc mē videō, oculōs aperiō, et vōs mēcum est.

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

"Finis appropinquat. Venimus. Communitas supernaturarum transgressorum." 'The end is near. We are coming. Community of the rogue supernaturals'. Fuck me!

They were a bit pale, like the rest of the symbols, but were still clearly legible on closer inspection. Qui ad hoc sanctum imo cognitionem facit animam. Qui ad hoc sanctum tenebras faciens scire. Qui ad hoc sanctum peccare, ne forte resipiscant et ad regendum mundum. Amon Godric looked up in surprise. It was personal from his ancestor! He paused for a moment. Of course, Latin was also part of his training, except that he did not use the dead language that often. Only alone when he had to read the documents from the archive. Without exception, these were all in Latin. That was how Godric had translated in his head.

He sets them carefully on a small table by the foot of the bed, avoiding Matthew’s face. Focus. he’s possessed. do your fucking job. “Most glorious Prince of the Heavenly Armies, Saint Michael the Archangel, defends us in our battle against principalities, and powers, against the spirits of darkness and wickedness…” he entonces, forcing the words through gritted teeth. “Exorcizo te, creatura, salis. Adjuro te, maledicte diabole. Adjuro te, serpens, discedas ab hoc virgo. Et nomine Jesu Christi, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos. Et nomine Patri et fili et spiritu sancti.”

(“Demon.“) It was foreign on the audience’s ears, except for her. It was so clear, so precise a pronunciation that she had to ask herself, why does he know that particular ancient Aramaic language? How had he gotten to learn the dialect? She indeed wanted to find out the answer, but in the end, assumed that it must be from the Vatican exorcism training he had undergone in the past. It was a possible scenario. But still... Marcus went on to speak, reciting a powerful verse as his eyes closed. “Ebhd skdhak bhdkha dknbdae dhe abhida ehbi dlahe hbldia hdnbie hbladhnb nd bha dnie”! (“Lick the flames of Hell you have cast upon this poor soul. Banish the pain. Ease his soul. By the Heaven’s above,

* *“Translation: Stop whatever is happening around, do not move until I make another sound” As soon as he said it, everyone and everything stopped moving immediately. Lily also didn’t move at all so that Young Chul won’t get suspicious. After that, both brothers looked at each other and nodded. They started reciting the spell together. Young ho raised his hand and started with the first spell, *“Impigritas tenebrarum et lucis, ut obliviscatur eorum quae mox oculis conspexerunt”* *“Translation: Energy of the darkness and light, make them forget what just witnessed their eyes”*

“We begin with the prayer. Speak with me, Alina. Let the words bind us, let them call forth the blood you carry.” I nodded, trembling. She began, and I followed, her voice firm and measured, mine quivering, yet together we chanted: “Sanguis antiquus, vitae fulgor, Revela potentiam in lumine lunae.” The Latin rolled off our tongues, heavy and melodic, echoing through the trees. My blood stirred, warm and insistent, as though it recognized the chant. My pulse quickened, beating in rhythm with the words. Cercie’s hands hovered over mine, guiding, steadying, and I felt the first stirrings of something awakening deep inside.

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.” **

She suddenly began her incantation as well and was using a powerful language that one can't hear at all "Turpis et infernis in terris pariunt. Adiuro vos tamen hoc graecas munus. Turpis et infernis in terris pariunt. Et furantur verba haec locutus sum vobis Laetitia. Punctum baculus parit malediction. Adiuro vos tamen hoc graecas munus." At this point, Milly was confused as fuck and she wanted to interrupt her by asking her the meaning of what she has been saying, but she can't do that at the moment because is a sacrilege to do such a thing when a seer is consulting and communicating with the gods. It was later that she now got to understand the meaning of the language that the seer used and