Supernatural Latin Exorcism Novels & Stories

She began to chant a high-speed Exorcism Mantra, her voice resonating with the ancient crystals in the walls. "By the blood of the guardians and the light of the hearts, I banish the uninvited!" She slammed the device onto the floor. A wave of pure, golden purification energy rippled outward, catching the assassins mid-lunge. Their spectral forms began to dissolve, their screams echoing through the tomb as the "Spirit-Fire" burned through their void-tether. One assassin, however, managed to bypass the wave. He materialized directly behind Scarlett, a blade of pure shadow aimed at her heart.

"How many times have I told you not to try that? How many people have died because of that? If you want to turn into a dry corpse like that, tell me, and I will suck your blood dry in an instant!" Balan hissed. His sharp fangs were sticking out of his absurdly plump lips. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just... you know, it's very powerful and if I can handle it, it will be extremely helpful! And the Council obviously is...” Eden Noldorasga frantically explained. He knew Balan would never hurt him, but the aura of a pure-blooded aristocrat elf and vampire wasn't something that an apprentice wizard like him could bear. Actually, it was not something that most of the magical creatures in the supernat

His smile slowly changed, and his face became serious. In one move, Julius threw himself on Maxon. He pulled the dagger out of his belly and buried it in his heart. I looked at Melina and the words I heard at that moment were such a powerful spell, and it ended what I love most in this world. Melina raised her hands to the sky and began to say an incantation in a language I had never heard before, something ancient, something demonic. "Terminary tue protecioneis Cosumaris la tue vidi one Maxon

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.”

One by one we each use the same cloth before Pastor bows his head "Patre Caelesti..." he begins in Latin, but I hear his words in English, "Holy Father...give us your mighty strength and your sacred essence so that we may conquer the unclean demon now residing within our realm." He finishes, raising a hand to his forehead then across his shoulders and down.

The waves hissed and crashed in relentless succession, their rhythm broken only by the occasional gust of wind that sent sprays of saltwater across the dunes. Gabe stood just above the wet line, fists buried in his jacket pockets, trying not to look like a man about to beg. Beside him, Father Frank moved with a quiet, workmanlike reverence. The priest’s black exorcism robes clung to his frame, the gold-threaded stole flicking in the breeze. He adjusted his collar, kissed the small crucifix at his chest, and whispered a Latin prayer only the wind could hear. Then he uncapped a small silver flask. “Gabe,” he said, voice low but certain, “if there is an entity out there, I’ll start with a minor

Selene told Garin. “Sorry about this buddy,” Garin said to Josh before punching him in the face several times to get him to open his mouth. Garin stuck a few fingers into Josh’s mouth and pried his jaws open with them. Selene saw the space and poured the potion into his open mouth and just like Isabelle, he began to roar and his eyes became even darker. “Begin reciting the spell,” Garin yelled. The shaman took out the spell book and flipped through the pages until she got to the one for exorcizing Nephalemic entities. She began to read the Latin spells and as she did so, the winds outside blew even stronger and the thunder began to boom loudly.

But my father? He beat me instead—for yelling at his precious Nicholas. I was furious. Hatred burns in my chest. “That wasn’t all,” he continues. “Do you remember the Omega? The one he mutilated?” I don’t respond, but my jaw locks. Nicholas had always been a monster. “I knew something was wrong with him,” my father says, staring down at his drink. “Then one night… I caught Serena in the attic. She was chanting incantations, performing dark magic.”

“What did you have to do to get rid of the Huntsman?” I sucked air in through my teeth in a hiss of horror. “We had to exercise the demon. Helen said the Huntsman’s demise was horrific.” Emily nodded. “I can’t be sure that just a regular abortion would work on a part demon. It might be just as futile as trying to kill the Huntsman would have been without actually doing an exorcism or a banishment for whatever part of him is immortal evil.” “What would be the risks of performing such a rite on Helen if it were performed during a pregnancy?” I asked.

I scream into his face, while he sputters and tries to get my hands off his neck, all to no avail. I can feel hands pulling at me, and voices yelling at me to let go, but it feels as though I’ve been possessed by a demon, and I ignore those voices. How on earth could he do this to me? How on earth would I face everyone when the news that we’re broke gets out, and everyone who used to be envious of me hears it? My grip on him remains strong, and no matter how hard Lauretta and Amelia try, they cannot pry me off him.