Supernatural Latin Exorcism Novels & Stories

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

she added and Jenny slumped to the ground and we saw Lisa's shadow as she stood above Jenny. The exorcist began saying things I couldn't understand - Latin I think- as he pointed the cross in Lisa's direction and we saw her shadow on the wall as she moved towards him and he said his words faster. I took discreet steps towards Jenny on the floor and I tried to get her to wake up. After a couple of shakes, rushed words out of the mouth of the exorcist and hopeful prayers in my mind, Jenny finally opened her eyes and she stared at me. “Luna I am so sorry.” She pleaded.

It was now or never. "By ancient powers, unseen and grand," I murmured. The cage door swung open, a testament to Rachel's doing. "Release this soul from dark command," I continued, my gaze locked onto Rafael as he approached. "Exorcio Liberatus," Rachel, her counterpart, and I chanted in unison. "Hear my plea, set this spirit free," I implored. "This is your last day, and I warned you," Rafael snarled, lunging toward me.

Then within a second everything turns dark. Closing her eyes as she listens to a faint howl that slowly by each second screams its loudest dread, six lighted black candles appear. Opening her eyes a pentagram is lighted on the floor connecting to the ends by the candles to where now the lifeless body of her parents sat, their flowing blood marks and traced the inverted triangle star wherein the center of the circle is the Latin word and name of the demon if PRIDE. Scribing the Latin words of ‘HIS’ ritual call, a blinding light reflected as a whispering chant echoed in her words.

Lilia and he immediately prayed in front of her in Latin words. While Mr. Tino was having a hard time fighting with the demon who possessed Lany's body. It was too strong, even though Jeric had already worn the rosary with the blessing of holy water on her neck. She got more furious and screamed loudly, instead. But he still didn't stop and bravely faced the demon that was trying to ruin Lany's body.

“Why? Why does he want to lead the council so bad?” Marael laughs manically. “Don’t you know, Mathias? If Lukan takes over the Council, he will be able to control all supernatural beings. You know how much he despises humans and how much he hated interspecies mating. He always believed that angelic lines should remain pure. Think about it. He can build an army from within and take over all the supernatural kingdoms. All he had to do was crush your spirit. And the loss of the woman you love was the perfect way to do it. Once you were hooked, he killed me and helped me sacrifice one of my sisters so that I may live. Unfortunately, I lost my witch powers. Unlike the rest of the Supernatural wor

The old woman said, raising her voice and staff up. Susannah found it easy and decided to do it since she knew Eddie never for once showed any atom of love for her. She could easily let go and find herself another guy but for now, redeeming herself and letting go of the darkness inside her is her priority. She needs to get back to the team and apologize. "I accept " she finally blurted out and the old woman stretched her staff towards her and started chanting some spells. Everywhere was shaking and the dark spirit inside Susannah started leaving till she passed out.

he asked with venom-laced sarcasm. The man’s breath hitched, and his eyes grew wide with horror. “No—no, please! Don’t involve them! I’ll do anything, just please… spare them! I’m begging you!” I watched in frozen silence, my heart pounding against my ribcage like a frantic drum. This wasn’t a show. This was an execution. And I was the front-row audience. Ronan’s smile widened—but it wasn’t one of amusement. It was a death sentence. “Oh, it won’t happen again,” he said coolly. “You know why?”

“I want you to come with me, Alicia. It's not safe to stay here.” Alicia hesitated, reluctant at first but eventually nodded her head. The vision was hard to believe, but after seeing how Esme's wounds healed so quickly without leaving even a scar behind, she had a feeling that Esme's abilities may have just finally awakened. Just before the last of the lats light of day would disappear from the horizon, the earth shook. Alicia flinched, grabbing hold of the nearest object for support, but Emes stood stil as if she were not affected by the tremors. The packhouse shook violently, debris falling off the walls and ceiling.

If I cannot bend the will of Heaven, I shall move Hell. His lips moved ceaselessly as he chanted a Latin spell, his eyes lit up and hell magic, wrapped around his arm, started to twist and turn into a violent tornado. The blood-red magic blackened and blended into black until it seemed as if the whole thing was absorbing light into its dark abyss. He was dimly aware of more bodies surrounding him and being enveloped into his ring of protection, their familiar energies boosting him while he finished up the spell. "Ad undas." To hell. He spat.