Novel & Cerita The Exorcist Audiobook

When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense. Pastor Angelo’s pupils shrank in fear. He raised his voice and continued to chant. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversii omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Myra was obviously struggling internally but she continued forward, trying to approach the pastor. Pastor Angelo’s heart pounded but he did not stop chanting.

He was panting and giving all his might. Khana was in a daze. She had lost her strength and voice. She was shaking, panting, and couldn't speak. She felt something come out from her, yet a strange hot liquid entered at the same time. It was the same thing her mouth tasted after kidding his 'thing' with her mouth almost an hour ago. Then, Henry pulled out and collapsed on the sofa bed shortly after. She tried to wake him up, but the priest must have fallen asleep due to fatigue from all the exorcism they did.

He reverses the car carefully watching his back before driving off. " All we have to do now is to find an exorcist which is a very difficult task for us", Lucas says, breathing deeply through his mouth due to the cold weather. Emily brings out her new phone from her small bag, she searches through the browser for a place to find an exorcist. All she get is the meaning of an exorcist, dead people who were exorcists. Feeling frustrated, Emily angrily scroll down the pages. She abruptly stop when she finds a location of an exorcist. His phone number and house address was boldly written at the end of the page.

he said but his voice faded away as he heard the sudden change in her voice, the hairs on his arms stood as he heard a demonic voice of a woman. "Do not fucking call me Hannah!" a loud guttural, deep voice reverberated from the recording. The hairs on his arms stood as he hears the words she was saying. The voice was unmistakenly female but the tone and the depth were inhuman. It was followed by the slamming of the door and the dropping of things. "God, help us..." Father Paul muttered and with hands shaking did the sign of the cross. In his 65 years of existence, the exorcisms he has done have taken a toll on him, and in the last five years, he never imagined that he will do another one.

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.

In fact, David suspected the idea might have already popped into his stupid head but for clear reasons, the man seemed to be wary of the underestimation he had given his late sister. "An exorcism." David finally answered. "Not the regular kind. It's one I found in an old family book of shadows. But to perform the ritual, I need to get close. Physical contact to be precise." "And this exorcism, will it not have any negative effect on the host?" "There are minor side effects to the ritual but not one we should be worried about." Elder Quentin roamed the room combing through his streak of black and grey as he strode corner to corner trying to cook up something to save his ass. For all the posit

was his reply, observing with pleasure her obvious anxiety. ‘A dream. That was it. Just a dream! Why am I affected with it this much?!’ her mind blurted out, struggling to avoid breaking down. “Uh, Father? How was the exorcism last night?” she managed to ask after trying to find a way to change the subject. “Were you able to exorcise the demon out of Mr. MacMillan’s body?” Marcus’ smoky brown eyes changed from a tentative gold and blue-violet when Ysabelle wasn’t looking.

“Elina!” His thunderous voice yelled. Right from where he was standing at the top of the stairs. His voice sent her shivering real hard, it hasn’t been long he left her and she had already caused trouble for herself. Elina felt rooted to the ground, where she could neither move or walk. The glare she was getting from the man. Whose appearance totally looked like that of a devil incarnate. The only thing missing was the horn. The supposed lore Gilbert. As he was called by Kenzo. He was yelling in her face. But she couldn’t hear a word. She felt lost, already foreseeing her punishment. The hard whip on her bare back. How she was gonna strip, and stay in there till forever. Her hands felt cold.

Who stays in the dark and deal in the dark. Three of us seek every point of this world to search for them and we did. The only thing that I can remember is killing the last member of this pack who has the same tattoo on their nape. A Series of lines were connected across the entirety of what looks like a canine. A small circle connects each line forming a disturbing image, a disturbing mark. “ Hail thy Erebusias.” That voice. I turned around and see Victoria Stephens leaning on the door. Her face is pale as her body trembles and her eyes are fixated over the body in front of us.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near. - Jim Morrison _______________ I woke up, reenacting one of the iconic scenes from the movie Exorcist as I sat up in bed and threw up all over the hardwood flooring of my bedroom. I doubled up as my stomach cramped. I used my fist to massage and relax the muscles. I panted, eyes watering at the acidic stench of my own sick. “Three injections, two of which are experimental, back to back is a very, very bad idea.” My voice was rough as a habitual chain smoker.