Supernatural Latin Exorcism Novels & Stories

Because now, here I was, listening as my father, my not-yet-fiancé, and six council elders debated whether I needed an exorcism. The healer spoke first, “Her vitals are stable. It’s strange—by all logic, she should still be healing. And yet…” There was a low murmur. “There’s barely a scratch left.” “ROMERO!” Elder Ezekiel’s voice nearly rattled the damn walls. “That damn girl is a curse! The moonlit ceremony was meant to be sacred, yet this happened? What kind of creature was that? Even Prince Elio couldn’t bring it down. Look at him!"

The air grew heavy with the stench of decay as I summoned an unholy legion: an army of the damned, risen from their eternal slumber to do my bidding. “Per manum meam, et mortui resurgent.” I chanted in Latin. I couldn't recall when or how I'd acquired knowledge of Latin, but I suspected it was yet another mysterious gift from The Darkness, which seemed to be imbuing me with secrets and abilities from beyond. I looked up as about twenty twisted, undead forms emerged, their bodies contorted in agony as they writhed within dark, ethereal shrouds.

I ask him with anxious, excited and worried about what we're going to do here, but I was also fully in this! "Yes, whenever you're ready," he says offering me and Damon his hands, we stood in a circle, I didn't know the spell to this, but he did, he got evrything ready on the floor, symbols drawn all over the room, around the beds. "Repeat after me," Lucifer says speaking the spell in latin, with the two of us repeating it a couple time, by the fourth time the bodies on the bed started to move, by the fifth time, the bodies were opening their eyes and sitting up on the bed.

The technique of absolute exorcism. Godric directed his strength to one point, the index fingers. He also mumbled Latin sentences. Louis felt a rise in power. Not only he, but all the other demons too. They let go of the people and all flocked to the place where Godric and Louis were. Since Godric was easy prey during his rite, it was up to Louis to provide the necessary protection. He drew a line with his sword. Flames immediately shot up along the line, trapping Godric and Louis. The asphalt broke, instantly liquefied in the flames. The flames of Lucifer burned everyone who dared to enter the circle of flames.

She informed them just before screams sounded from the town. "Myra and the boys!" Lily looked at Jayce. "Aiden went to them." Dante told him when a rabbit hopped over and nibbled on his shoe. He pulled his foot away before he kicked the Undead rabbit back into the lake. "Rayleigh is working on an exorcism spell to rid these vile things." "How long when she gets it done?" Lily asked him. Dante gave a slight shrug of uncertainty. "She's rushing it, but she can't guarantee its potency." He stated as he rubbed his neck.

A strange giggle slips from my throat. “Open the door!” I shout again, kicking it this time. I start to scream. “Let me out! You have no idea what you’ve done! He’s coming! The devil is coming for his own. He won’t leave a single one of you standing!” I hear them talking loudly. They say I’m losing my mind. They don’t realize I’ve finally found it. The lock clicks, but it isn’t Mason. My father walks in, followed by a man dressed in heavy black robes, carrying a bowl of stagnant water and a crucifix. The “Exorcist.”

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

Griselda smiled, a twisted grimace she didn't get to finish because, in that instant, Uriel lunged at her, possessing the healer’s body with a burst of supernatural energy. Under the angel's control, Griselda straightened up and extended her hands toward Dorian, chanting words in a dead tongue that made the very foundations of the place vibrate. Uriel was looking to rip Astaroth out by the roots. Derand stood frozen, not knowing what was happening, his confusion quickly turning into dread. "What is she doing now?" Suddenly, Derand fell to the floor, limp and breathless. The force of the exorcism Uriel sought to perform drained the energy from the room, and the surrounding bodies succumbed.

Adrian spat as his grip on my arm tightened "She is already mine. You can take away your daughter all you want." Lucien's eyes darkened. He looked like a reaper who had come to claim a debt. Without warning, Lucien fired a single shot into the ground inches from Adrian’s foot. The dirt exploded, and the sheer shock of it made Adrian’s grip on my arm loosen and take a step away from me. Taking advantage, the priest ran away quickly. In that split second, Lucien came over the aisle. He quickly gave Aurora to me. "Cynthia, take her," he commanded.

“Omnipotens sempiterne deus adesto magnae pietatis tue misteriis...“ This was a bad idea. I could feel it deep in my gut. Maybe we should stop— Before I could voice my concern, a low hum filled the room. My eyes shot to the Ouija board, where the planchette had moved to cover the letter “M.” “Elys-“ Her chanting grew louder, overpowering us. Her voice was filled with a rising, almost frantic energy. “Adesto piis Invocationibus nostris ut speculum istud quod in tuo nomine bene dicere facto…”