The Exorcist Subliminal Novels & Stories

When she looked up once more, the coldness in her eyes and the aggression in her look grew intense. Pastor Angelo’s pupils shrank in fear. He raised his voice and continued to chant. “Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas. Omnis incursio infernalis adversii omnis congregatio et secta diabolica.” Myra was obviously struggling internally but she continued forward, trying to approach the pastor. Pastor Angelo’s heart pounded but he did not stop chanting.

It was now or never. "By ancient powers, unseen and grand," I murmured. The cage door swung open, a testament to Rachel's doing. "Release this soul from dark command," I continued, my gaze locked onto Rafael as he approached. "Exorcio Liberatus," Rachel, her counterpart, and I chanted in unison. "Hear my plea, set this spirit free," I implored. "This is your last day, and I warned you," Rafael snarled, lunging toward me.

“Exorcizo te, creatura, salis. Adjuro te, maledicte diabole. Adjuro te, serpens, discedas ab hoc virgo. Et nomine Jesu Christi, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos. Et nomine Patri et fili et spiritu sancti.” He flicks holy water across Matthew’s chest, droplets sizzling as they hit skin, and the boy screams…a jagged, animal sound that rattles the wall. his body jerks, thrashing against the rope, the bed frame slamming into the brick with a force that shakes dust from the ceiling. Khatri’s heart lurches–fear, yes, but something hotter, something wrong, coils in his gut.

I go limp again, letting my eyes fall shut as I crumple to the floor. My father’s prayers have become a distant blur. Then I hear footsteps. I keep my eyes shut. My father’s voice rises with relief. “Father.” Father Martins says nothing at first. He simply walks closer. My heart begins beating faster. Don’t move. Don’t ruin this. Latin exorcism prayers reverberate off the high ceiling. It sounds terrifying, but it does nothing to me.

"In simple terms, what the paper recommended and what my son and I committed to, was a shared therapeutic process in a very controlled, isolated, and relaxed environment, similar to the one that you are in now. Infrasonic and subliminal messaging was used not to manipulate but to reveal and release long-hidden emotions and desires. Then, after a little bit of priming, the people that needed to reconnect would engage in exercises. These exercises started with some simple physical contact and shared activities. They ended with unprotected sex." The room was shaken by a murmur of shock and even a few shouts. Melinda was too stunned to be angry. Oh god, what must Marcus think of her? She looked

"There's no one……" The glass cracked. A single jagged line snaked across the window pane. Silence. Then, Elara whispered, "He's back." Fallon turned to Dr. Adams. "Okay, doc, new question. Do you do exorcisms?" The therapist blinked. "We are going to end the session here." "No arguments," Fallon said, already dragging Elara to the door. Elara paused just before stepping out. Her eyes met a reflection in the now cracked mirror hanging on the office wall.

she utters, then makes the sign of the cross and ends it with a statement that sounded like— “Deliver us from evil, Lord.” “You know what? Of course you wouldn't be going anywhere. I cannot have you here, and just let you… slip up. It seems to me that the earlier rituals and exorcism didn't quite work. That's alright. We will perform another. You will be cleansed and free from all evil. Whatever has possessed you, we will pray it out. The Lord will deliver.” My heart starts beating loudly on hearing the word exorcism. I can't go back there. I can't go back to that basement. They'll kill me there, and no one would know. I won't survive it down there. I just wouldn't.

"The way your Lyssa looks right now could really incite criminal behavior." Kevan gave him a cold look and did not answer him. Dylan rubbed his nose sheepishly and wisely shut himself up. Larissa saw his mouth moving and could hear him. But she did not understand anything he just said. She was troubled, but her brain was completely muddled, and she could not think. She subconsciously stuck out her tongue and licked her wine-stained lips— In the next second, she was pulled into an embrace that was tinged with the smell of red wine.

Raised the crucifix and recited the strongest command I knew. She broke the cord on her right wrist with a casual snap, full demon strength. Her hand out, fingers curling into the front of my cloth, yanking me forward till my hips bumped the altar edge. Our faces were inches apart, her breath smelling of wine, smoke and sin. “Do it,” she breathed. “Exorcise me with that holy cock, Elias. Save me, ruin me. Pound me over.” I should have pulled away. Instead, my free hand shoved her clothing up to her waist, baring her completely. She was soaked, her pussy glistening, swollen and pulsing. A bead of arousal slid down her thigh and dripped onto the altar cloth.

Mindy handed the card over to the exorcist, her hands trembling reverently. Helplessly, Sam watched as the money he'd scraped together after all those years was given by his own mother to a bunch of charlatans who beat him into a cripple. His entire body trembled violently with rage, his eyes rolled back, and a large mouthful of bloody bile spilled from his lips. Then, he lost consciousness completely. Meanwhile, the exorcist accepted the card and took out a portable card reader from his bag, swiped the card with practiced ease, and entered the password.