Supernatural Exorcism Novels & Stories

All I got is a shit load of questions about what Chris called ‘taint’: the stuff we enforcers have all blindly been using to boost our speed and strength and give us a real chance against those demonic forces steadily spreading through our city. There have been more incidents in recent years, more deaths and disappearances… And why the hell is it the job of the mafia’s best murderers to handle these supernatural jobs even the exorcists won’t touch? Why don’t the priests ever inject this ‘blessed’ stuff? I should be asking these questions of Sicillio. I should be telling him all about ‘Saint Christian’: the undead martyr of our faith, returned to the city just to scheme and slander the church

He raised his hands as if in benediction. “Sisters,” he intoned, voice carrying through the vaulted space, “we gather to perform the rite of exorcism upon our wayward sister. The demon of lust has taken root in her flesh. Only through complete surrender—through the offering of every hole—can it be cast out.” A low murmur of agreement rippled through the circle. Several nuns were already touching themselves idly, fingers circling clits, pinching nipples, waiting their turn. “Begin.”

She stood perfectly still in the center of the room, looking at me like I was a child who couldn't grasp simple math. "Or maybe it was you?" Maren suggested softly. "Or your pup?" I let out a harsh, wet laugh. "Right. The dormant wolf and the human baby. Sure." "Listen to me very carefully," Maren said, her tone suddenly dropping into a heavy, deadly serious register that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "No Alpha alive is physically capable of controlling a Lycan's body mass like that. The power you witnessed is called The Sovereign’s Crush. It is a kinetic manipulation of raw aura, heavy enough to warp gravity and fold steel. It is a strictly royal bloodline trait."

he told Susan without turning. She swallowed. “We proved PX-5 could expand the sensory cortex by thirty percent in forty-eight hours. But we couldn’t stop it. It keeps climbing until the brain treats reality like a megaphone and tears itself apart.” “Like our friend in the alley,” Bruno muttered. “High-def horror.” Susan nodded once. “They called it ‘Supernatural’ because the venture boys needed a sexy deck. The lab called it PX-5. The men in suits called it Phase. Like it was an operation.”

A deep feeling of hopelessness filled my heart, putting out the last bit of hope I had left. I let him drag me across the cold ground without fighting. As Luke quietly hummed to himself and pulled me back toward the house, one painful thought filled my mind. Maybe there is no God who listens to people like me. “Let go of my mate. Now.” The deep voice echoed through the forest. It was calm, powerful, and filled with a dangerous authority that made the leaves around us tremble. I slowly opened my heavy eyes and looked up from the ground. A tall man stood at the edge of the clearing. For a brief moment, his bright blue eyes glowed in the darkness like two stars. Then they returned to normal.

I cried out, taking hasty steps behind her because she was moving really fast. “There are ungodly spirits in you, Elizabeth and they'll surely be cast out today. Mother Roselyn will surely take you to the basement for an exorcism. You will not escape it this time. That I promise you.” My chest tightened at the word ‘exorcism’. More tears rolling down my cheeks. I'm scared, really scared. Everyone knows what exorcism means when someone mentions it in this particular convent. It's something to be scared about. It's something you can't say to anyone else or you'll be watched closely, and eventually you'll disappear from the convent.

God help me. "Father." Her voice softened. "I'm not trying to expose you." The words landed heavily, because exposure had become my constant fear lately. Then why are you asking? I wanted to say. Instead I stayed silent, waiting, and unfortunately she continued. "Temptation happens." The statement startled me, because it wasn't condemnation, it sounded almost compassionate. "Every priest faces it differently." I stared at her, and for the first time during the conversation I saw something I hadn't expected: sadness, not suspicion, as though she had witnessed this particular story before, many times. Perhaps she had.

He glanced at me before turning away. "Yes. Of course. I'll come." He ended the call and stared at his phone for a moment. "What happened?" I asked. "There's a boy," he said quietly. "His family believes he's possessed." I frowned. "And they want you to perform an exorcism?" He nodded. "I'm a priest, Tyrone. This is what I'm supposed to do."

Because, if nothing else has happened, he has already revealed his identity, he certainly will not win the soul of the person he is attacking. "Exorcism" (according to Hollywood-style films) is for things where the demon is "aggressive" and "creates supernatural phenomena." But actually "exorcism" is very important for demons whose work is subtle, as the devil with his "intelligence" was able to trick Eve in the Garden of Eden.

The spirit had dark aura emitting from it and it was going to possess Jasmine It was echthra, the spirit of hatred, it fed on humans evil thoughts "Oh no!! Echthra... Lucy's spirit has been bewitched" he muttered and quickly divided his spirit from his body He grabbed Lucy's hands and that moment, time stopped with only Lucy's spirit and his that was conscious "What do you think you are doing?" He asked and touch her forehead with his palm. He was performing some kind of exorcism on her and immediately she regained her senses "Who are you?" Lucy asked