The Exorcist House Book Novels & Stories

"I didn't do shit to be here and I will be getting out of it, soul and all. And I will make sure some of your so-called prizes follow." He cringed. Feeling as though he was playing a part in The Exorcist. He'd never believed in all those things that went bump in the night. The cold beings that twisted beneath their feet and those the Sunday preacher intoned about. They were like fairy tales. There to spook children and adults into decent behaviour but really turned them against the grain. "Who the heck are you?" He mumbled, pushing the door open with his shoulder and heading directly to the bookcase. "If I can work that out then I will have a major advantage."

Penelope said, beaming with joy. Aiden raised his eyebrows in surprise. "The last known book of witches? That sounds interesting. What's it about?" "Well," Penelope began, flipping through the pages, "it's about a powerful potion and medical procedures that can supposedly get rid of any monster that's taken over a person's body. It's called the Spell of Exorcism." "Exorcism?" Aiden chimed in, looking up from his sandwich. "Isn't that what they do to evil spirits in horror movies?"

All emerging from the power of the words Marcus was reading from the book he brought out. "What's happening, why am heading out?" She asked nervously as she turned and observed the sunlight. "I invited you in, he's uninviting you out. They're old magic words used by exorcists. He's rendering the house inhospitable to the dead, to you. Father, the sun, stop!" He cried out shaking the shackles. "Jeremy, help me," she said softly in tears and finally got thrown out to the open. And she began to peal, her skin burning out of her bones.

I teased him, and we both chuckled, knowing fully well that I was joking. Then we heard a scream suddenly, and we glanced at each other. Immediately, we ran out of the study room, and hurried up the stairs to Serena’s room. As we opened the door, we saw the exorcist, lying on the floor, and gasping for breath, and there was a letter on her chest which was stained by the blood. “Where is Serena!” I questioned, out of worry.“It seems she let the wolf in, more than we know.”

The old lady froze in place. Paislee slowly regained her calm. She felt a little proud, and looked around her. Marlee stumbled off the ground. “What happened to the old lady, Ms. Paislee?” Paislee’s face darkened. “I suspect that your old lady’s been possessed. Normally speaking, the Lycan Pill should be able to deal with any problem! “Other than being possessed, there isn’t any other explanation! “But don’t worry! The House of Priests specializes in exorcism.

“Am so sorry, I still have a bit of a problem controlling my powers.” Oh, really, it wasn’t obvious. “It's fine.” I swallow dryly and pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. Tilting my head curiously, I study it. It’s bound with a thick kind of leather strap and though the pages are worn out and they smell a little stale, the ink is still very visible. I turn the book over in my hands and read the Latin words on the peeling hardcover. “The Genetics of Elemental’s.” The book is snatched from my hand before I could even ask what it is about and I glance up in surprise to see how pale she’s gotten. “You read Lat-Latin?”

She watched through a crack in the wood, and saw just enough to see the mob racing down the aisle, seemingly right for her. “That way!” screamed the priest. “The vampire fled that way!” He pointed out the side door, and the mob rushed right past him, and back into the night. After several seconds, the never-ending stream of bodies fled from the church, and all was finally silent. The priest closed the door, locking it behind them. She could hear his footsteps, walking towards her, and Caitlin, shaking with fear, with cold, slowly opened the trap door. He slid back the curtain and looked down at her.

Twenty-six, with a curvy body she usually hid under oversized sweaters, soft pale skin, and long auburn hair that fell in waves down her back, she lived alone in her grandmother’s old Victorian house on the outskirts of town. Tonight, bored and a little tipsy from red wine, she’d found the old leather-bound book. Ars Goetia scrawled on the cover in faded gold. Flipping through it for fun, she’d traced a strange sigil with her finger while muttering the Latin words under her breath, thinking it was all ridiculous nonsense. The candles flickered violently. The air grew thick, heavy with the scent of smoke and something darker, sulfur and sweet musk. A low chuckle echoed through the room.

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.

“Nobody could. Who’d dared to manage her? The Mayer family of the Exorcist Dragons is meritorious toward America. Not only do they have immunity privileges, but they even have the privilege to take actions without any approval. Most importantly, she’s really powerful! I can’t withstand Martiny for half a minute.” Alex was shocked again.