Supernatural Latin Exorcism Novels & Stories

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

Watered the windowsill basil like it was a normal Sunday. Then the email came. From an address she didn’t recognize. Subject: “Clarification Needed: Former Church Transactions” Her heart stopped. She clicked on it with trembling fingers, already knowing before the first line appeared. “We are conducting a routine review of financial discrepancies from Restoration Harvest’s building fund, and your name has been referenced on several relevant authorizations…” No signature. No explanation. No contact number. Just enough to make her blood run cold. Eden sank into the kitchen chair, stomach lurching. Her mind raced—how much could they trace? Hadn’t that all been under Dusty’s control?

Elsa burst into tears immediately she couldn't what just happen. She couldn't control her anger anymore was this the effect of the full moon, she thought and looked into the sky. It's not the full moon yet. Aiden, Devina and Tara could be seen standing around a teen girl tied on an alter. "Why does it looks like we're ritualist." Aiden said. " It's Exorcism Aiden "." Devina said.. "Exorcism? What's that?" Aiden asked. "Act of driving evil spirits from A body." Tara spirit.

“They’re insane.” “I told you, guys. My father is not there anymore. The demon is using his body. My father is long gone.” “Shut up, bitch! This is your father’s fault. He shouldn’t have played with black magic in the first place.” Theia didn’t work so hard to hide her anger and disgust at Nora. Zarah shut the book close, cut her palm again, and pressed the blood against it. Then she began chanting, “Una iuro vita; Nihil te accipio nisi levem. Tenebrae non praevalebunt.”

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

“Lord, send him aid from your holy place. Let us pray. God, whose nature is ever merciful and forgiving, accept our prayer that this servant of yours, bound by the fetters of sin, may be pardoned by your loving kindness.” With a loud groan, I tumble to the floor, my eyes fixed open on the cross up near the foggy rafters. It’s gone from blistering hot to bitterly cold and I’m not certain whose voices are in the room with me anymore, only that it’s not Father Kilroy’s, or anyone else I’ve known my whole life living here. I hear someone hiss, “Well, I’ll be damned,” and can only assume it’s that wicked bastard Bill because he’s the only one brazen enough besides me to curse during the middle of

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

An engine hisses nearby and I know my time is up. I pull away and pick up the book. Already knowing the English translation won't work, I repeat the Latin like I did before that brought Kiarr to me. "Hac aequinoctii nocte, per temporem et spatium invoco, ut amorem meum restituatur. In nomine amoris et fervoris, meum perditum amorem invoco, ut ad me redeat," my voice cracks. Nothing happens, and Kiarr gives me a nod.

Gabriel could feel Dominic's awareness of him through the mate bond, could sense the tight control his mate maintained over his body's involuntary responses. "The guests tonight will include representatives from every major pack in North America," Dominic said finally, his voice carefully neutral. "There will also be human politicians, business leaders, and various supernatural entities who prefer to keep their nature private. Everyone there will know who you are. Everyone will be watching to see how I handle the exorcist who should have stayed forgotten." Gabriel absorbed the casual cruelty of the statement, reminding himself that this was part of the arrangement. Dominic wanted him humilia

I remember happened in the midst of an exorcism. My parents were in a room along with another pastor and I can hear a man screaming at them, telling them that “Marami kami, wag nyo kaming susubukan!” (We are many, so don’t try us!) Even though I was just around three years old at the time, I understood that he was possessed. I already knew how to read at the time and I read in the Bible the stories of demons that Jesus cast away. Yes, I can read at that age and parents didn't know about it until I was four. Thank you very much, Sesame Street!