The Exorcist Audiobook Novels & Stories

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

“And you think a fifty year old man wouldn’t look at you the wrong way if you’re found wearing inappropriate clothing.” “I don’t see him at all. He visits, cuts grass, and leaves. Besides, I’ve always dressed like this for bed, even when my brother Cale and dad were around.” “I’m not your brother, Emily-Mae, nor your father.” “…the saints of all the angels, I command you to reveal yourself...” the scene on the Conjuring movie blared on the screen. The woman on the chair spewing blood on the white sheet while the investigators tried to exorcise her.

If I agree to go to the underworld with the demon, he’ll expect me to deliver and won’t stop until I do. Suddenly, the office doors fly open. Kristy runs in, panting and out of breath. She has blood splattered on her face, and her eyes are wide with fear. I shoot up. “Evander? Is he okay?” She shakes her head. “The exorcism…it’s…it’s not working.”

Ohhhh my God, I was wet already; I pressed into him, needing the solid warmth of his body against the chill that had settled in my bones since the tunnels. I felt his hardened dick on my skin, but I held it strongly and told him to calm down. So...we didn’t go further than that, absolutely not there, not in daylight. We were just touching, reassuring ourselves we were still alive and still together in this madness. “I read more of the pages last night,” I whispered against his neck. “My father’s notes were there. He found proof that the ‘saint’ Lucian was poisoned during a fake exorcism. They buried him alive for three days before he finally died. All to keep the early Church’s secrets.”

From the absolute darkness inside the carriage, a low, vibrating growl echoed out. That growl.. that wasn’t the growl of a wolf. It was a monster’s. The sound rattled my teeth in my skull and vibrated through the very mud beneath our feet. A massive, scarred hand suddenly gripped the iron doorframe of the carriage. Then, a man stepped out into the dying light.

they jeered, indistinguishable from one another. Tears streamed down as I pleaded, "Please, don't, I'm begging you..." However, my cries only fueled their frenzy. As they were about to force my hands apart, James's icy voice cut through the church.

Adams waited at the driver’s seat patiently humming to himself when all of a sudden, the door burst opened, startling him. “Oh mine! Ichabod! You almost gave me a fit! Why were you back so....” He kept quiet as he recognized the twitched face and the cyan eyes. In a low growl, Odin ordered, “drive!” “Okay.” Adams said without further ado and switched on the engine. **

He tried to speak but couldn’t. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” she hissed, her chest heaving beneath her gown. “You lost the right to call me your forever the moment you started fucking her behind my back while I was praying for a child we could raise together.” Daniel finally found his voice, hoarse and broken. “Lila… I’m sorry. I’ll end it. I swear. We can fix this. Please, my love—”

I couldn't help but shiver every time I remembered back to what those voices had said. Hayden was dangerous. In every way. And why wouldn't he be? I wasn't supposed to die that night. This wasn't supposed to happen. That accident happened because he came in the way! Lord of the Dead. That's what the voices called him. So, I tried dwelling in those thicks, old books, trying to find something useful. Except, the only language they were in, wasn't English. And the words written on those rough papers made no sense to me.

Damon shrugged, pushing his head forward to a book that was placed on the man's table, and the title that was written by the side was vivid, at least, enough for him to see. “That book,” he announced, raising an eyebrow. “Walking free by Dr. Munjed Muderis, in the year 2014.” “You've read it already?” The man kept revealing the shock on his face, after every word that left his mouth. “Yes,” Damon replied almost immediately, placing one hand in his pocket. “About three times to be precise, so yeah, that should be an easy guess.” “Then why did you use two options?” the man questioned, squinting.