The Exorcist Novel Novels & Stories

As Maria uttered the name of God, a profound transformation began to unfold. The world around her slowed, and with a commanding voice, she banished Lucifer's demons, including the formidable Behemoth, with a simple "Begone!" Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake.

But destiny had other plans for me. After my last class, I found myself alone in a classroom, searching for a lost textbook. It was there that I bumped into my ex, Mason. Our breakup had been far from amicable, and the tension between us was palpable. He leered at me, moving closer, his intentions clear. My heart raced as he tried to force a kiss, his grip on my arm growing tighter. Panic surged through me, but then something inexplicable occurred. I felt a searing pain in my head as Mason slammed me against a desk. When I managed to focus, terror gripped my heart. Mason's eyes had turned a pitch-black, devoid of any humanity. His shadow was missing, leaving an eerie emptiness at his feet.

I cried for a long time, all the way until Dad and Grandma came back. They brought with them a middle-aged guy who looked like some kind of exorcist. As soon as they walked in, they pointed at the woman next to me and yelled, "Sir, that's her! This evil spirit has taken over my wife and is holding my daughter captive!" I couldn't wrap my head around how just standing there made me the one being "held captive". With a dramatic flourish, the exorcist pulled out a bottle of holy water from his bag and started chanting. Suddenly, the holy water was floating in midair and flying right at the woman. It splashed on her and turned into a puff of black smoke.

“He despised you just as much as dear old dad. You betrayed him, and the inquisitors whipped him, starved him… and all but fed him to a demon.” I want to help her, but I stand no chance of physically overpowering this lord of hell. I need to make use of the distraction. I slip off to the kitchen and grab a container of salt from the larder. My worst anxiety is that I guessed completely wrong and my father’s ghost is not in fact already here possessing his ‘reborn son’ Christopher. I can’t exorcise this thing myself. The scriptures have little to no power when a damned bloodsucker speaks them.

“Those are all the vampire abilities that I know how to do. There are some mind tricks vampires can do, but only the really old ones have figured them out.” “I see.” “Now tomorrow, I expect a full demonstration of your powers,” he said. I rolled my eyes. “As you wish,” I mocked his earlier response. The rest of the evening passed by in a blur. I had gotten some wine out. Turns out he drinks wine too, but it’s not his preference. We drank and talked for a while, and at some point I must have fallen asleep. I woke up the next morning in my bed, still in my clothes from the night before. There was a note beside my pillow from Dax that had his phone number on it, a demand for me to use it, and a

"Mierda! Okay, you should probably get her out if you can. According to everything I've read, exorcisms are noisy. You don't want to try one of them in the campus library." "Any suggestions on accomplishing that?" "Know a dentist with a portable nitrous set up?"

The devil is killing not just the supernatural creatures, he is killing the humans as well but luckily he hasn't revealed the existence of the night creatures Dear readers please check out my other novel on W******l "A Deal Is A Deal."

THIRTEEN David Uneasily I pace from one end of the room to another with the phone in my ear. I have just gone to our former house to pack up most of my files and there are litters of it all over the table, the cushions and to the ground. "You keep asking me this question expecting me to suddenly realize who wants me dead. I don't know anyone that would want me dead," I say matter-of-factly, without leaving the irritation out of my voice.

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?"

Father Elias leaned over her, stole, brushing her sweat-slick back. “Come for your exorcism,” he growled. “Squirt for the Lord. Ruin the altar cloth with your sin.” He slammed deep, grinding against her cervix, one hand reaching beneath to rub brutal circles over her clit. Maria broke. Her entire body seized. A violent, endless orgasm ripped through her—cunt and ass clamping like vices around nothing and everything at once. A fountain of clear squirt erupted from her, powerful arcs that soaked the white altar cloth in seconds. It kept coming, pulse after pulse, drenching the embroidered crucifix, the embroidered IHS, the fine linen until the fabric clung transparently to the marble, ruined b