Novel & Cerita The Exorcist House Book

Rex came to my side and wrapped his arm around me. "He...tortured her..." Tears already formed in his eyes. "I was kept in the darkroom and could hear her screams pulsing through the thick walls. I tried my might to kick the door, but my small eight-year-old body didn't dent it, but instead broke an arm. But I never gave up." I wanted him to stop, but no words came out as everyone had listened. My parents, Effie, Jo's family, and Claire were the only people who knew.

“Thank you. Indeed, I have an important reason. It is why I must meet with your mother as soon as possible. Time is of the essence.” The houses here were designed to take on the forest’s tough climate. That much Flavian could see. They were unique but visibly durable and had survived countless storms. The circular houses with pointed roofs also gave justice to the witches’ identity, where their houses matched their reputation—enchanting, bizarre, and enticing. Among the biggest, if not the biggest, was the one in the middle where Flavian was led into. As Pantheia opened the door, he immediately felt a strange air embrace him. Truly, almost everything about the coven is mystifying.

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

She continued to look down at the book, refusing to make eye contact. “How do you suppose your journal got there?” he asked. She looked him in the eye, doing her best to keep a straight face. “I was walking home last night, and I lost it somewhere. Maybe they found it.” He studied her. Finally, he said, “Maybe.” They stood there, in silence. “The weirdest thing of all,” he continued, “is that, before I went completely unconscious, I could have sworn I saw you there, standing over me, yelling at those guys to leave me alone….Isn’t that crazy?”

He raises an eyebrow. "While you were out trying to find the priest, I got one online, just in case." "Impressive," Dad admits, looking astonished. I grin smugly. "I know." We switch items. I take the Bible, and he holds the holy water. But just as we’re about to continue the exorcism, the front door swings open, and Mom walks in. She looks at Amanda, then at us, and then her eyes land on something on the floor. Oh no.

He opened the door and in the room were books. Kallum stepped into the room and crouched when he picked up one of the books from the ground. Suddenly a spark rolled in between his fingers, he proceeded to flip through the pages of the book and when he stopped at one of the pages. Recognition came to him. This book contained a spell she had to consult for her to perform. A binding spell. “Erebus,’ Kallum said softly. The Darkforce pried deeper into what the book was about, and it showed him that the witch In this house, may not have just crossed paths with Erebus.

The dorm room was dark except for the circle of candles flickering on the floor. Elias Crowe knelt in the center of the carefully drawn summoning circle, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The small off campus apartment smelled of old books, incense, and nervous sweat. Textbooks on demonology and forbidden occult rituals lay open around him, pages filled with notes scribbled in the margins, highlighted warnings he had mostly ignored. He had been studying the occult for months in secret. Tonight, he was finally attempting his first real summoning.

Three days have passed since the ‘exorcism’ and Matthew McPherson is finally free from that dank basement, back in the creaky little house on Hapeville’s edge. His mother is now convinced that he’s been ‘healed,’ and so she let him come back up.

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

"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.