The Exorcist Novel Novels & Stories

“Lord, send him aid from your holy place. Let us pray. God, whose nature is ever merciful and forgiving, accept our prayer that this servant of yours, bound by the fetters of sin, may be pardoned by your loving kindness.” With a loud groan, I tumble to the floor, my eyes fixed open on the cross up near the foggy rafters. It’s gone from blistering hot to bitterly cold and I’m not certain whose voices are in the room with me anymore, only that it’s not Father Kilroy’s, or anyone else I’ve known my whole life living here. I hear someone hiss, “Well, I’ll be damned,” and can only assume it’s that wicked bastard Bill because he’s the only one brazen enough besides me to curse during the middle of

A desperate scream pierced the air, sounding as if it came from the depths of hell. Sweat beaded on Sebastian's forehead. It was the first time he was using an exorcism spell, and he didn't feel confident at all. Even so, he trusted that the spells passed down by the Sacred Medicine Society wouldn't be wrong. There was an ear-splitting bang, and a black shadow suddenly appeared in front of Sebastian. Sebastian hastily backed away. "Who are you?" He looked coldly at the dark shadow. "You shouldn't have disturbed me! How dare you mess up my plan? You're asking to die!" the dark shadow roared in fury.

No harm done. Olivia opened the book, but she didn’t understand it. Her hands shook while the book glowed with a ghoulish amethyst light. She dropped it and moved away when smoke spiraled from it. At the same time, Olivia heard an eerie cackle and saw the vision of a tall elegant woman dressed in a black gown. The little girl stared open-mouthed at the lady with crimson, lilac hair and yellow horns protruding from her head. Olivia’s body trembled.

She won’t even let Grace have a cellphone. “Why are you asking about this stuff anyway?” Jamie says, watching me curiously. “No reason,” I lie. “It’s stupid. Forget I asked about it.” “If you’re having trouble with something from the other side, my church can help,” Zee says solemnly. “Seriously, exorcisms are nothing for a Greek Orthodox priest. I heard that one time a girl in our con-” “Less haunting talk, more catching up! What have you all been up to?” I ask no one in particular, trying to steer in the conversation away from the supernatural as quickly as possible.

He reverses the car carefully watching his back before driving off. " All we have to do now is to find an exorcist which is a very difficult task for us", Lucas says, breathing deeply through his mouth due to the cold weather. Emily brings out her new phone from her small bag, she searches through the browser for a place to find an exorcist. All she get is the meaning of an exorcist, dead people who were exorcists. Feeling frustrated, Emily angrily scroll down the pages. She abruptly stop when she finds a location of an exorcist. His phone number and house address was boldly written at the end of the page.

Taking his valuable cargo and bag with him, Alex found a free desk and allowed himself a few extra minutes to browse through the de Montalt book. In no time, the library surroundings disappeared as he grew more engrossed in the volume in front of him. Using the index for any listing for the later asylum, he turned to the first reference of two. He peered at a diagram of the original tunnel system under the Manor. It looked far more extensive than the plans in Trent’s book. Reading the notes underneath, he learned the only part of the estate used for the asylum was a section of the basement under the main building and the chapel. The book also mentioned that prior to any work starting, in the

he said but his voice faded away as he heard the sudden change in her voice, the hairs on his arms stood as he heard a demonic voice of a woman. "Do not fucking call me Hannah!" a loud guttural, deep voice reverberated from the recording. The hairs on his arms stood as he hears the words she was saying. The voice was unmistakenly female but the tone and the depth were inhuman. It was followed by the slamming of the door and the dropping of things. "God, help us..." Father Paul muttered and with hands shaking did the sign of the cross. In his 65 years of existence, the exorcisms he has done have taken a toll on him, and in the last five years, he never imagined that he will do another one.

My back slammed into the bookcase, breaking it and bringing down all of Kalama’s books on me, while Musi ended up flying into the corridor outside of Kalama’s apartment. * Author's note*: This chapter was a special request from a good friend and fellow author, Charlotte Townsend. I hope you all like this chapter. You can follow me on my Facebook page and Instagram account. FB link: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorKindraWhite and Instagram link: https://www.instagram.com/kindrawhiteauthor/

One at the front door and one at the back door. We all stood back and started throwing things through all the windows of the cabin, letting the light in. We heard the vampires wake up and start screaming. Some of them were on fire. The ones that tried to come outside, through the windows were taken care of by the warriors that we had surrounding the place. Finally one of them escaped through the front door and he tripped the wire that was across the doorway, causing a massive explosion and the front of the building to catch on fire. Closely followed by the second explosion at the back of the house.

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."