The Exorcist Audiobook Novels & Stories

“Exorcizo te, creatura, salis. Adjuro te, maledicte diabole. Adjuro te, serpens, discedas ab hoc virgo. Et nomine Jesu Christi, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos. Et nomine Patri et fili et spiritu sancti.” He flicks holy water across Matthew’s chest, droplets sizzling as they hit skin, and the boy screams…a jagged, animal sound that rattles the wall. his body jerks, thrashing against the rope, the bed frame slamming into the brick with a force that shakes dust from the ceiling. Khatri’s heart lurches–fear, yes, but something hotter, something wrong, coils in his gut.

But internally…. Her pulse pounded in her ears. She searched her memory, desperate to convince herself she had imagined it, that stress had twisted the woman's final whisper into something familiar. But no matter how hard she tried, she could still see those eyes looking directly into hers. The grip around her wrist. The desperation in her voice. There had been no mistake. "Dr. Sinclair?" Naomi blinked, pulling herself back into the present.

Half of them were already consumed. "You're happy there, huh..." Lucas became so childish and let a wide smile painted his face. He ate almost all the foods in just an instant, getting payback by being ignored. "I AM AN EXORCIST!" Doll's voice woke Lucas' consciousness, thus returning his focus on the two. He has tightened his grip on the seat with that sentence he heard behind him. Exorcist? Should White Day include those at their studies? Wasn't that beyond what school should offer?

I hissed at Harlan, my hand on his chest. His eyes flickered—Timothy's eyes. "You can't stop me, sister." The amplified power roared through me. The triplets fueled it, divine energy blazing. I pushed, exorcising the echo in a burst of silver fire. Harlan convulsed, screaming as the possession broke. The echo fled his body like smoke, twisting in the air. But it didn't dissipate. It dove toward Damon, slipping into his mind before I could react. Damon staggered, clutching his head. "No—get out!"

However, he hadn’t anticipated his wrist being seized with such strength. "What the— Who is this?" the man exclaimed as he found himself locking eyes with a pair of deep, dark eyes concealed behind glasses. They had an abyssal depth to them that sent a shiver through him. With a light twist of his wrist, he was in agony. His pained howls and sweat-filled face prompted Dima to let go. After wiping his hands with a clean handkerchief, Dima coolly tossed it into a nearby trash receptacle, saying, "Thinking of hitting a woman? That’s a lesson for you."

For what reason does this sound very much like her voice? The figure he detected this afternoon at the air terminal moved quickly over his psyche. "Hi? Is anybody there?" Scarlet rehashed disastrously inevitably. Jared returned to his faculties and answered briefly, "Yeah." His response was just a single word, so it was excessively short for Scarlet to perceive his voice. Scarlet hurled a moan of help in the wake of hearing his reaction. "Hi. I've run into a little girl who gave me your telephone number. You should be her dad, isn't that so? Come get her?" .

When I woke, my vision blurred and my whole body ached like never before. Then I remembered why – I was cornered in an alley and was beaten by Liam’s crazy fans, but then I was rescued... by a man who claims to be the devil. “The name is Arlo Frantz, darling.” A voice spoke across from me, a deep rumble I felt in my chest. My eyes caught sight of the man leaning back against his leather chair. And almost immediately, my blood heated to an impossible level when I heard his voice again, either because I still recall how ruthless he sounded when he ordered those girls to have their limbs broken... or... I was just smitten by his appearance.

I didn’t have any luck with the meditation, the urgency and the souls were as present as ever. I brought my hands to my temple and massaged them. I could feel a headache coming up. The words of Antone Grim resonate in my head. “Kalama, I know you can hear me, we are coming for you next.” A chill crept into my bones as I kept replaying the last part of his sentence. Who were they and what do they want with me?

He captured every second: her flushed face, her spread legs, the way her fingers slid in and out, the soft desperate moans. Rebecca’s eyes flicked toward the door. She froze. Horror flooded her face. Her fingers were still buried deep inside her pussy. She yanked her hand away, but it was too late. A thick string of her arousal stretched from her slit to her fingertips before breaking. She snapped her legs shut and pulled the sundress down frantically, but the laptop kept playing the explicit video behind her. “M-Marcus!” she gasped, voice shaking. “What are you doing here? Get out!”

A desperate scream pierced the air, sounding as if it came from the depths of hell. Sweat beaded on Sebastian's forehead. It was the first time he was using an exorcism spell, and he didn't feel confident at all. Even so, he trusted that the spells passed down by the Sacred Medicine Society wouldn't be wrong. There was an ear-splitting bang, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Sebastian. Sebastian hastily backed away. "Who are you?" He looked coldly at the dark shadow. "You shouldn't have disturbed me! How dare you mess up my plan? You're asking to die!" the dark shadow roared in fury.