The Exorcist Audiobook Novels & Stories

LUCIAN She dropped to the ground and began to convulse then slowly went stiff. My fist clenched, and I made to walk towards her, but the Pack's doctor stopped me, warning me with her eyes. "Send the guards away and do not interfere in the exorcism," she warned. I nodded obediently and stepped back. "Leave us!" Killian growled out and the guards bolted out of the cottage with fear in their eyes. The Pack's doctor walked around her body seven times, chanting words that I couldn't understand and swinging the incense burner over her body.

Maybe if she were a little less impolite, I would have just brushed her off and focused on solely getting back at Gabriella for the embarrassment but no, she just had to talk down to me and that in my book, is unforgivable. We finally got inside the place and I swear, if I thought the exterior of the place was disgusting, I had no idea that it was only a tip of the iceberg. The interior looked, felt and smelt like a place where hundreds of people had died in a not so good way and it sent a crazy, creepy shiver down my spine. "I thought you said this is the best you've got?" I asked an unbothered Chris who simply glared at me briefly before looking away.

He understood that he faced a fractured mind, a fragile soul from which answers might never be extracted. Resolutely, he activated a button on the nearby control panel. The machinery connected to the girl's head stirred to life, and a sudden, searing pain lanced through her skull, wrenching forth a tormented scream. "Stop! Please, stop!" Her voice soared into a desperate entreaty. The figure watched her intently, his features obscured by the veil of shadows. "Denounce Gabriel's crimes and the suffering will cease." Tears coursed down her cheeks as she implored, "I don't know him! I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Elena's POV "Hello?" I called out, my voice trembling as it echoed into the empty evening. But there was no answer. No figure in the shadows. Nothing to explain the noise. I swallowed hard and tried to shake it off, forcing my feet to move forward. One step, two steps... but on the third step, it happened again—a sound sharper, closer, and more chilling than before. A cold shiver ran down my spine, and I gasped, my pulse pounding like a drum in my ears. This time, I didn’t dare turn around. My instincts screamed at me to keep moving, to get away.

I don't want to run, I want him to finish what he started. "Heaven please. I need you to fight this." Fight what? I want to ask her but the words barely leave my mouth. Fortunately for both of us we have that talent that let us read people's minds so words aren't exactly necessary. "What you are feeling right now isn't real. It's the pain of being bitten, it makes you want to die, want to give up so soul. I need you to fight it before your soul is completely destroyed." "I don't know how to." I tell Aurora but I get more than I bargained for when the sound of my voice attracts the attention of the demon who had momentarily forgotten me.

My chest clenched, but I made myself move. I discovered the safe beneath a framed artwork. My hands shook as I entered my birthday. The lock clicked. I opened it and took a sharp inhale. Stacks of files. A hard disk. Handwritten notes. I grabbed everything, my heart racing. Owen looked over my shoulder. "What the hell is all this?" I did not respond, my fingers trembling as I scanned through a document. My father's handwriting is written across the top. Caleb Winters. Fraud. Embezzlement. Extortion."

“He despised you just as much as dear old dad. You betrayed him, and the inquisitors whipped him, starved him… and all but fed him to a demon.” I want to help her, but I stand no chance of physically overpowering this lord of hell. I need to make use of the distraction. I slip off to the kitchen and grab a container of salt from the larder. My worst anxiety is that I guessed completely wrong and my father’s ghost is not in fact already here possessing his ‘reborn son’ Christopher. I can’t exorcise this thing myself. The scriptures have little to no power when a damned bloodsucker speaks them.

A golden aura suddenly surrounded him as he used his entire power spread around the room and he finally saw all the spirits and exorcised them, using his powers. He then started to search around the room aggressively before he finally found the books, the books all on necromancy. Forbidden books that are nowhere to be found around the world. While Aaron sighed and got up from his seat as well and started to walk out of the office.

“We believe a lust demon has taken root. She needs full deliverance—exorcism if necessary.” I leaned against the altar rail, letting the dress ride higher up my thighs. “I’m right here, you know. And I already told you—I just really, really like cock. Pussy too, sometimes. Whatever feels good.” “Sadie!” my parents barked in unison. Father Francis cleared his throat, a faint flush creeping up his neck. “Let’s remain respectful. Sadie, do you feel any… presence inside you? Voices? Urges you cannot control?”

"You need to come home. Your father is dying." He should have said no, and ended the call, or thrown the phone across his pathetic studio apartment, and pretended he had never heard those words. Five years ago, Patriarch Michael Thorne had stood in the grand hall of the family estate and declared his eldest son dead to the Holy Order, dead to God, and dead to the bloodline that stretched back twelve generations of exorcists. Gabriel had been seventeen, broken, and desperate for understanding that never came.