The Exorcist House Book Novels & Stories

That was the late Miss Blotter. She’d come back to the Manor when the tenant fled, bringing a woman from out of town to perform a cleansing of the whole house. It’d only worked for a couple of weeks, so she’d taken it one step further and brought a priest to bless the Manor. It hadn’t been a full-out exorcism and it didn’t kick the thing out, but the cleansing had weakened it, and the blessing put it to sleep. “Dormant,” was the word they used.

" Isabelle...my wife Isabelle...come back to me" I gritted my teeth, trying to woke up with this nightmare. Until... My eyes opened but I'm not tied in chains anymore, I'm free. I saw myself in front of a huge old building with a name of Casa EripMav. I covered my nose to the dreadful odor coming from inside. I checked the door and it's not lock, it's open. I went inside and I almost fainted when I saw piles of human body lying on the floor, bathe with their own bloods, mouth widely opened like someone gag them and their eyes pop out like someone took it.

I’d seen some of the girls he’d been with in high school and they were always beautiful girls who were able to do a whole lot more than I could. “Kel please don’t sell yourself short again for the 100th time. Dress in what I say and I will bring some things to freshen you up with.” I finally agreed to get Reese to calm down and headed home. The high priestess house was built into the cliffs and was higher up than the larger alpha house

After returning home, I began to study the books as well, especially all mentions of werewolves, especially young, wild individuals who avoided packs in order to live completely free. The next day was the weekend, and my mother had gone on a mission - she must have wanted to investigate the murder better and find evidence that the vampire she sensed was guilty. I took this opportunity to invite Oliver to the house, who visited it with nostalgia on his face, in particular his old room. He also took pictures of the family from the attic, and then we went to the forest, to the meadow, to practice the fight. Of course, before that, I had cleansed the house with a special spell and incense, so th

Alyssa exclaimed after seeing all the things on a particular page. "What Is it, Alyssa?" Asked Berk worried. "Don't worry Berk everything is going to be fine, let's go," replied Alyssa as she keeps the book on the floor. "Are we done?" Berk asked surprised. "Yes we are," Alyssa replied and they both left the room. As soon as they turned and left the room, the book closes back by itself, and the book cover reads; 'THE BOOK OF SHADOWS' and then the book disappears. . .

Why would Maggie’s ancestors want to conjure and evil spirit or raise the dead? Fascinated by the pull of the words on the page, she softly whispered the Bring Forth the Dead Incantation. A cold chill swept over her and her temples throbbed. She carefully placed the ribbon down the interior binding of the pages and closed the book shut. The crystal didn’t look quite so out of place as it lay against the bottom of the pages. In fact, there was so much room between the size of the cover and the size of the pages that crystal tucked right up into the gap when she set the book on end. It was a perfect fit.

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

I had this unsettling feeling that they were going to attack, but where, when and who were uncertain. When I got home, I ran over to an old, Victorian cabinet that was passed down through the generations in my family. It was cherry oak and curved out in the middle; the Victorian designs were chipped but didn’t deny that it was a formidable antique. I walked up to it with my set of keys, found the right key and unlocked it. I took out my book of creatures and opened it. It was an old, leather bound book passed down from century to century, with my ancestors adding to it as new creatures revealed themselves. The faded letters in the middle of the cover said “Demonology” in Irish text. The page

"So sure." The book spun faster under his touch. Pages blurred together until they were just streaks of light and shadow. Then it stopped, settling on a page that looked like all the others but somehow wasn't. "She borrowed and returned the Bloodline Codex." "What is that?" "It is a book that records all supernatural houses. The ones that matter at least." My phone chimed. I fumbled for it, nearly dropping the stack of books in the process. The message was short and impersonal.

He obviously heard when I had the nightmare, and maybe, just maybe I had mentioned Atticus’s name. I tried to navigate my thoughts back to the architecture of the house. What kind of house was crafted in such a weird way? Everything seemed off. The reflections doubled back on themself like it was deliberate, like something was hiding in plain sight. After I finished cleaning, I stayed tracing the glass, unsure of what exactly I was looking for. I wanted to stop, but I heard a faint hum behind like a vibration. Electronics. “Fuck.” I staggered back. What was happening? I leaned in to listen, but I heard footsteps.