Supernatural Latin Exorcism Novels & Stories

“I command you, Alastor to return to the infernal realm, Jonathan Shaw is protected from all evil. No negative entity may remain here.” Strong winds begin to blow and an Earthquake which seemed to shake only the house ensued, Reverend Father William started saying some words in Latin. It seemed like a short sentence and he increased his volume each time he repeated the words. The earthquake was really powerful but Father William didn’t move or stagger almost as if there was no earthquake at all, maybe it was all in my head. Father William was now actively yelling the Latin words at the Demon. “No! He belongs to me! This can’t be!”

“Your mother cried out for you that night. She screamed and begged but you never came, you were too busy hiding like a little bitch.” “Do not listen to it,” Lucius managed as he got back to his feet. “That's not Gabriel.” “I know,” she nodded, tearing her eyes away from it. “What do we do?” “We have to cast it from his body like an exorcism.” Melloch rubbed his hands together and bile dripped from the corners of his mouth. “I can taste you.” “We need to distract it somehow,” Lucius whispered. “If we can distract it long enough to perform the ritual we can send it back to Hell.”

-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.

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"

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”

Randall and Tristan sighed and did the same with this one, turning to the remaining Angels left to end them quickly too so they could join Zadicus and Kriss. “Better hurry, if Zadicus and Kriss wasted all their energy here how will they defeat Katastrofi?” Persephone asked, joining everyone else. “Agreed. Let’s go-” Before they were going to fight those Angels and help Zadicus and Kriss, another spell was cast. “Holy Exorcism.” Their face glowed when they turned and saw Sir Zuka back with Hizerl Army again, using the sacred spell to purge all evil souls, killing those angels instantly.

The girl was none other than I, Rachael Santiago, the daughter of Raphael and Vanessa Santiago. My parents were council members of a secret society of supernaturals, Synx, and the owners of Santiago groups of companies. Supernatural, gifted, or part-human, you name it. In short, humans carry magic in their lineage. We could do stuff other people can only dream of or either pulled in movies. Every member of the special families, or as we called clans, has different and unique gifts of their own. We carried our gift from birth. We could feel it within us. However, due to the incapacity of our human bodies to deal with such extreme powers, we couldn’t control it until we crossed the age of majo

It turned my stomach, but I had to force down the sick feeling. The amount of times I have been violated without anyone knowing. It will be difficult not to empty my stomach. At this very moment. Polished shoes come into view. Saint takes a hold of my hand and slips it in the crooks of his arm as he turns me to face the priest. Everything inside me dies. "Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today to celebrate the holy union of Saint Dé Leon and Irena Karalana Nowak." There's a buzzing in my ears. I see the priest's lips move but I can't hear a word he's saying. He keeps talking and talking, seconds passing with each beat of my heart with freedom slipping through my fingers.

“By order of the High Court, you are summoned to stand judgment for your defiance. Come willingly, and you may yet live.” Mia’s heart hammered in her chest, but she stood firm. “I’m not going anywhere with you.” The emissary smiled, sharp teeth flashing. “Then you will be taken.” The chamber exploded into motion. Lucian’s blade clashed with the emissary’s, sparks flying as steel met supernatural force. Selene’s staff struck the ground, sending a ripple of light through the marble that momentarily knocked the second emissary back.

he said as he looked at me. "You really think so?" I asked softly. "I do" he said "I wonder what other powers of mine you are going to take up" he added. "What other powers are there?" I asked. "Flying. I am also the best fighter I know, you inclusive. I escort souls through the barrier into hell and help them get into the lava to be reborn, I am the only one capable of that" he said. "Maybe I will be able to do that as well" I replied "when do you find time to do it though? Is it like a special occasion? Or is it like everyday?" I asked.