The Exorcist Subliminal Novels & Stories

I've encountered this demon. Satan. I'm sweating profusely, my heart is pounding, I'm furious. I hate him so much. He comes out of the shower and walks towards me. - Can you untie me? - No, - No? - Yes, you'll stay like this all night. - You are disgusting, selfish, and... - Damn it, Sibelle, - Damn you, sir, damn you, damn you. - I see you have energy to spare, my dear....

Jim and his mother were lying on the cement floor each in a deep sleep. "The after effect of getting mind wiped," Sathanas said as he grabbed my arm and drug me through the passage that was created. I glanced back to see my blood smoking as the priest's blood seeped into the pools I'd left. I hoped it would contaminate it enough that the government wouldn't be able to salvage any samples. Sathanas looked at me and smiled.

"Are you out of your mind? Your ex-wife's life is on the line in isolation, and you're live-streaming for tips?" I looked at him coolly. "What's it to you? That's my ex-wife, not yours. Why are you getting so worked up?" I glanced at him, picked up my phone, and went back to scrolling, casually checking the tips coming in from viewers. "She's in trouble! Dr. Scarver's blood oxygen just dropped! Her vital signs are failing rapidly! If we don't intervene, she won't last half an hour! Dr. Dahmer, are you really going to just watch her die?" Lionel shouted in terror.

I answered, using our explicit pack code that meant my claws needed his master hacking skills. "Speak," his tone went instantly lethal and serious. "I am driving toward your shadow den right now," I said, putting the runner on speaker crystal. "I need two favors. First, send ten thousand gold tokens to Eugene Summers of the Wolfspring Hollow territory, using vault coordinates fifteen, thirty-five, twenty-one, fifteen, forty-five, ten. Use one of your untraceable ghost accounts. Second, I need your mooncode seers to break into the school database of Abakon Yellow. Investigate a young male pup named Joan Summers, aged seventeen or eighteen, a senior tracking student."

The second shattered the windshield of a delivery van. Another landed at the feet of the off-duty nurse. Its tiny body twitched once. Blood seeped from its eyes. She stared, unable to move. It was the same impossible shade. Almost black. As Manhattan descended into chaos, a single instruction appeared on a screen somewhere in the city. Find Dr. Naomi Sinclair.

The room shivered with the force of the energy, and the air itself seemed to quiver under the weight of my power. Every shadow twisted, every surface shone faintly with the reflected pulse of the circle beneath me, every scream and shout bouncing off the walls in chaotic symphony. And then, just as suddenly, the exorcism circle beneath me flared brighter, a pulsing, living force that seemed to reach up, coiling around me like a net of radiant blue fire, pulling against the darkness I carried. The clash of energies filled the hall, and I felt the first true resistance against my will.

In the ritual circle, Thelma convulsed one last time, then went still. "Is she—" Xavier couldn't finish the question. Kael was holding something. A crystal container that glowed with sickly purple light. Inside, I could see it. Morgana's consciousness, trapped and furious. "The exorcism worked," Kael said, his voice rough with exhaustion. "Morgana's consciousness has been expelled and contained." Luna was already at Thelma's side, checking her pulse. "She's alive. Weak, but alive. The corruption is fading."

I kept growling, trying to break through the barrier that had me trapped away from my mate. My heart was under my feet… pounding excessively faster than a rocket. I had never been so afraid in my life. “Still… we should try. I can see through her… she has a pure soul even though she’s a dark witch.” “Fine… Exorcismus!” The group then began to whisper loudly as the dark energy around Ariana became stronger, weighing down on the room like a wet blanket. Her screams became louder, making my heart feel like it had been pierced by a thousand spears.

"As you know, we've been studying the brain and its functions and overall effects on the rest of the body. Sort of a mind over matter experiment, if you will. As you can see here, the patient is reacting as if restrained, but she hasn't been. She's simply reacting to the subliminal messages that we've programmed into her room." "She's now focused on everything else around her and her body, except the thick bandages around her head. She has no idea that anything has been done there, of course. We weren't quite sure what changes would be made to the subject's personality at this stage, but I'm pleased to report that she hasn't seemed to have undergone any great change in characteristics, other

However, he hadn’t anticipated his wrist being seized with such strength. "What the— Who is this?" the man exclaimed as he found himself locking eyes with a pair of deep, dark eyes concealed behind glasses. They had an abyssal depth to them that sent a shiver through him. With a light twist of his wrist, he was in agony. His pained howls and sweat-filled face prompted Dima to let go. After wiping his hands with a clean handkerchief, Dima coolly tossed it into a nearby trash receptacle, saying, "Thinking of hitting a woman? That’s a lesson for you."