Supernatural Exorcism Novels & Stories

May she one day lead us to victory against the Pantera Clan, and bring with her peace for us all," he continues, pride merged with his words. He won't even acknowledge the fact that I could be human, nobody will. I can only hope that if the Change comes, this anger poisoning me will subside. A side affect, is all, that will wear off. A confident smile spreads across my lips. "Let the ceremony begin!" he claps his hand together followed by an animalistic cry from the Clan as they revel in the magic of the night. The Clearing has that effect on our people. I know the drill, and step further into the circle of light. Five members scurry to the outline of the circle and place lit candles around

I asked, and it was my dad’s turn to sigh. “The conclave?” he said, and I shook my head in confusion, and he sighed again. “The Conclave have reports of supernaturals missing. They are being taken directly from the covens, cabals, courts, clans,” then he looked pointedly at Chase, “and the packs. So it is our business,” and Chase looked down guiltily.

Zalakai rested a hand over his chest before he nodded to the lesser Demon, "What's he in for?" "He was sent back after possessing a priest." His father's eyes sparkled for a moment, "An Exorcist." "Not any Exorcist." The shadow Demon squeaked out, "But the Exorcist." He stated. "Rayleigh." Zalakai mumbled softly. "I didn't ask you here initially about the Exorcist, Zalakai." His father stood beside him now, "This Demon had been spewing nonsense about that Witch you have imprisoned."

Instead of feeling guilty by Celene's speech, Rebecca chuckled and got up, "I'm glad you've finally come to your senses." She stood up and left the room. On her way out of the compound, her phone rang. "Rebecca, I'm afraid things are really going bad over here." M said from the other end of the line. "What do you mean?" Rebecca asked dispiritedly. "The population of Supernaturals in Texas has drastically reduced. Not only are some packs left without an Alpha, witches are also ending up dead every night. And they always have a sword piercing their skull and the letter 'X' tattooed in their eyeballs whenever they are found."

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

Martin instructed. After Sigrid and Elizabeth stood inside the circle marked with 3, they glanced around at the other teams. Their group comprised two females while the group beside them comprised two males. However, all the other groups were in pairs of a male and a female. "Exorcism is the theme for this episode. A hundred years ago, more than a hundred people died in this village. Some people were murdered and some who died were wrongly accused. Therefore, here left with some vengeful spirits. Your task is to exorcise the spirits. For every spirit exorcised, your team would gain one point. The spirits will spawn around ten o'clock at night until four o'clock at midnight. Before ten o'cloc

They need to go through and seek shelter at the Covenstead. “Hey!” I shout, conjuring an energy ball. Lucas speeds forward, sinking his fangs into the neck of one demon. He bites down and pulls back, ripping out its throat. He spits it on the ground and fresh, dark blood covers his face. He’s a terrifying and glorious sight. The body the demon had been possessing falls to the ground, blood pooling around it. I don’t know how to perform an exorcism, and chances are the poor humans possessed are already dead. But seeing the body on the ground makes my stomach churn. I blink, looking away. If I don’t act fast, there are going to be more bodies on the ground.

“And you must be Sadie. I’ve heard… troubling things.” “Nice to meet you, Father,” I purred, letting my fingers linger in his handshake. His palm was warm, strong. I saw the tiniest flicker in his eyes. My parents launched into it immediately in the dimly lit chapel they’d prepared. “She fornicates constantly, Father,” Mom wept. “Multiple partners. No shame. She laughs when we confront her. It’s unnatural.” Dad nodded gravely. “We believe a lust demon has taken root. She needs full deliverance. Exorcism if necessary.”

I cried for a long time, all the way until Dad and Grandma came back. They brought with them a middle-aged guy who looked like some kind of exorcist. As soon as they walked in, they pointed at the woman next to me and yelled, "Sir, that's her! This evil spirit has taken over my wife and is holding my daughter captive!" I couldn't wrap my head around how just standing there made me the one being "held captive". With a dramatic flourish, the exorcist pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and started chanting. Suddenly, the holy water was floating in midair and flying right at the woman. It splashed on her and turned into a puff of black smoke.

Bennett said, furrowing his brows. “I know one…” Christine said. “Father Henry. He’s the one that performed the cleansing on me. He’s a family friend.” Christine added. “Okay, where is he?” Oliver asked. “That’s the problem, his parish is at Boston.” Christine panicked. “Gordon would be far gone by the time he gets down here.” Dr. Bennett said, examining him for the second time. “Can an exorcist perform the cleansing?” Seth asked. “I don’t know, maybe… Do you know of any?” Christine asked, clinging to the ray of hope that Seth shone before her.