The Exorcist Novel Novels & Stories

Gabriel took it, feeling the shock of skin against skin, feeling the mate bond flare between them with enough intensity that he saw Dominic's pupils dilate before iron control reasserted itself. They walked the red carpet together, Dominic's hand settling possessively on Gabriel's lower back, warm through the expensive suit fabric. Cameras flashed continuously. Gabriel heard whispers following them, voices that carried despite attempts at discretion. "Is that the exorcist?" "I heard Dominic rejected him years ago." "What is he doing here?" "Maybe the rumors about them were true after all."

Even in the dim torchlight, her juices stained her inner thighs. "This." He stepped aside and revealed the thick book on the desk. "This book contains all Exorcists that have ever lived. From the moment they were born to their last dying breath." He tapped the book cover. "I am hoping..." He glanced at her as she stepped up beside him. "This will give us the answer." "To what is going on here?" She asked as she gestured to them both. "Yes, and maybe it will give us other answers." He said as he sat down on the chair. "Have at it."

Nathaniel had skipped following Nadir at the wedding party because he couldn't possibly endure such excess of happiness and other good feelings. There were enough of them at the wedding itself, not counting the weakness he felt after being in such a sacred place as the church for so long. If, after such torment, Nathaniel were to be at a wedding party as well, certainly would not be able to remain invisible, and he could not show himself to anyone, after all, he was a stranger to these people. However, after the party ended, Nathaniel immediately followed Nadir and Miguel as they walked out of the house. Of course, he had to be extra careful, because weakened by his earlier stay in the churc

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

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.

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

"I used them all up while defending myself from these accursed things." "Where are you going to perform the exorcism after we gather the stuff that you need?" Lukas asked. "The Roman Ritual of Exorcism dictated that I do it in the centermost point of a structure so you will accompany and defend me in the main hall. For sure, the Demons would not like it when we work for their banishment." "Does it kill them?" Nurse Sala inquired all of a sudden. All eyes turned to her, then to the priest, visibly curious about the answer to the same question.

Sneered Eric. Megan threw more holy water at home and started to recite an exorcism in hopes Daniel would be pulled out of Eric. “Grr! Bitch what are you doing to me?” “Stop fighting me, Eric. It will only make the pain last longer. Push him out.” Megan recites the ritual Romano exorcism in Latin. She watched as Eric twitched and screamed. Blood started to drip out of his mouth. “You’re killing me you bitch, and you don’t even care.”

Mia and Heartman ran towards the building where the final sacrifice would be made, and the sorcerer stayed behind to distract Alex while they destroyed the altar and exorcised the demon. Standing before the main room where the altar was set up, Mia and Heartman felt their hearts pounding with a mixture of anticipation and fear. They had finally located the place where the demon intended to fully possess Alex, and they knew they had to act quickly to prevent Alex's servants from catching up with them. Heartman's hands trembled slightly as he clutched the ancient book of exorcism chants, its pages worn and fragile with age. Mia stood close to him, holding the little dagger the sorcerer had giv

He concluded, "Lorian is a troubled young woman, seeking attention. Ignore her, and force her to seek the Lord." She had to obey the Father's orders, so I was sent to solitary confinement. For weeks, spirits tormented and beat me all night. And once the Father freed me, I'd sneak out at night and seek help from the other side. Feeling betrayed, I submitted to anyone practicing dark magic. Sadly, things were getting worse. After I couldn't find any relief, I ran back to the convent. Sister Frances was old but fearless. She went against Catholic protocol and gave me an exorcism. I was free for a time, and then she died. Because my faith wasn't in Jesus or God, but in this nun, I returned to wh