The Exorcist Novel Novels & Stories

In fact, David suspected the idea might have already popped into his stupid head but for clear reasons, the man seemed to be wary of the underestimation he had given his late sister. "An exorcism." David finally answered. "Not the regular kind. It's one I found in an old family book of shadows. But to perform the ritual, I need to get close. Physical contact to be precise." "And this exorcism, will it not have any negative effect on the host?" "There are minor side effects to the ritual but not one we should be worried about." Elder Quentin roamed the room combing through his streak of black and grey as he strode corner to corner trying to cook up something to save his ass. For all the posit

"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."

"Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you by the living God, by the true God, by the holy God, by the God who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son, that every soul believing in Him might not perish but have life everlasting; stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation; stop harming the Church and hindering her liberty! Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation!" He slammed the bible shut and held it above his head. "AAAAAMMMMEEEEENNNN!" Xavier was thrown back, consumed in a twisting maw of flames, howling in agony. Thane could no longer see him, but in seconds, the flames disappeared

“I’m sorry for the troubles.” And that’s it on Confessions of an Exorcist. I guess the only plus side to all of these shitty happenings is that I will not be ordained. I will take that as a win. Who knew seven year olds could pack a mean punch? Goodbye everyone. Stay Divine. Author’s Note: Finally wrote my first exorcism, what do you think? This chapter is the longest I have written but I hope to write longer chapters in the future, possibly ten thousand words *wink*

The old stone rectory basement had been converted into a makeshift exorcism chamber. Heavy crosses hung on the walls, candles burned in a protective circle around the large wooden table, and thick iron chains dangled from the ceiling. Father Elias stood at the head of the table in his black cassock, eyes glowing with that familiar demonic hunger.

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

The first word I let out from my mouth while scrolling down on my laptop. " We need to talk Alexis! It's about Adoneram " after that I heard a sound coming from my door. Someone is coming. I strolled my feet on my main door and when I opened it, black shadows entered inside me and I felt a strange force hovering over me. I screamed when I started to see green and black veins crawling through my body. My arms and legs felt numb and I couldn't even hear the sounds of my voice anymore.

Mother Grace held an awareness of Gabriel's tendencies, recognizing his manipulative traits reminiscent of his father's. Amelia had been on the verge of dispelling uncertainties, preparing to unravel the sequence of events that had transpired, when the abrupt pounding of the chamber's door disrupted the atmosphere. Her gaze darted towards the entrance, revealing none other than Gabriel himself. His eyes glowed crimson with fury. Mother Grace, too, followed Amelia's line of sight, her anger camouflaged behind a veneer of neutrality. Gabriel held the power to terminate her employment – a knowledge that tethered her response.

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.

He was about to attach his sinful lips on mine until. BANG. The door got roughly opened making my eyes snapped open. My head shot towards the door as I got a little light of hope but it also fades away when I witnessed a ragging beast breathing heavily as his eyes were glaring at Jack with his red demonic eyes ready to kill someone. Damon. There is always a bright morning after a dark night Don't let your hopes die because the one whose listening to you wouldn't let you down.