The Exorcist Subliminal Novels & Stories

Griselda smiled, a twisted grimace she didn't get to finish because, in that instant, Uriel lunged at her, possessing the healer’s body with a burst of supernatural energy. Under the angel's control, Griselda straightened up and extended her hands toward Dorian, chanting words in a dead tongue that made the very foundations of the place vibrate. Uriel was looking to rip Astaroth out by the roots. Derand stood frozen, not knowing what was happening, his confusion quickly turning into dread. "What is she doing now?" Suddenly, Derand fell to the floor, limp and breathless. The force of the exorcism Uriel sought to perform drained the energy from the room, and the surrounding bodies succumbed.

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.

“As ineffective as the exorcism was, it managed to do one thing: it brought Mathias back to me. Much later after the exorcism, I would learn from the others how I went into a trance. Considering the intensity of punishment Aling Tikya was dishing out on me, I wasn’t surprised.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near. - Jim Morrison _______________ I woke up, reenacting one of the iconic scenes from the movie Exorcist as I sat up in bed and threw up all over the hardwood flooring of my bedroom. I doubled up as my stomach cramped. I used my fist to massage and relax the muscles. I panted, eyes watering at the acidic stench of my own sick. “Three injections, two of which are experimental, back to back is a very, very bad idea.” My voice was rough as a habitual chain smoker.

Half of them were already consumed. "You're happy there, huh..." Lucas became so childish and let a wide smile painted his face. He ate almost all the foods in just an instant, getting payback by being ignored. "I AM AN EXORCIST!" Doll's voice woke Lucas' consciousness, thus returning his focus on the two. He has tightened his grip on the seat with that sentence he heard behind him. Exorcist? Should White Day include those at their studies? Wasn't that beyond what school should offer?

Daniel drops to the floor with forehead smoking and chest pouring boiling tar. The demon bursts free of his fallen host. Nico lowers his revolver and stalks right up to that intimidating swarm of shadows-- He punches it right back down into its dying host. That set of cross-carved brass knuckles he’s sporting seem to pack one hell of a supernatural impact for the demon lord. And no sooner has it retreated, cowering back inside Daniel’s blackened flesh -- Nico fires off another round. “In nomine omnis sanctorum,” Renata and ‘Christopher’ gasp in unison, finishing off the exorcism, “omne malum abicimus!”

I rasped, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Selena smiled, a sweet, comforting expression as she took the empty glass. "It's a mild sedative. My father gave me a few vials before he died. It helps calm the nerves. He used to have these terrible, world-ending bad dreams, too. It always brought him peace." Silence settled over the room. I sighed deeply. The warmth of the sedative was working, but my mind was still a chaotic mess of political paranoia.

And that tiny expression alone was enough to make Lina’s heartbeat start climbing. “Please say something,” Daniel said. The doctor finally looked at them. “The heartbeat is still there.” Lina immediately exhaled. So did Daniel. But the doctor didn’t look relieved enough. And Lina caught that instantly. “But?” she asked quietly. The doctor paused briefly before answering. “There’s some bleeding.” The entire room went still. Lina stared at her. “What?” The doctor kept her voice gentle. “There’s a small subchorionic bleed.” Lina barely processed the words.

My heart skipped as I raised my head and found his amber eyes inches away from me. “You will go!” His cold voice commanded. “And you will attend exactly the way you should, as Mrs. Zackary Walton!”

“But… we’ve also flagged activity connected to an external agency. The metadata leads us back to… Fontaine Communications.” Dorian. Of course. Asher exhaled sharply, slamming his hand down on the conference table. “I want every trace of that connection documented. Subpoena them if you have to. If Dorian Fontaine wants a war, I’ll give him one.” The city glimmered outside the floo -t -ceiling windows of Dorian Fontaine’s penthouse. Neon lights flickered against the glass, casting long shadows across his dark living room. A crystal tumbler sat untouched beside him, ice melting slowly into the untouched scotch. His jaw was clenched, his mind far from the opulence around him.