The Exorcist Tattoo 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.

Gabriel asked, calmly. Pedro’s demon shook his head. He then showed a tattoo the same one that was on Rolio and the club bouncer. “See this?” The round symbol with upside down crosses inside of it suggested something evil, Jasmine just didn’t know what. “This is a stamp by the humans. They do it of their own free will.” Pedro’s demon placed emphasis on free will. “Us demons don’t cause all the problems.” “What do you do with the bodies?” Jasmine asked, from behind Gabriel nearly out of sight. The demon had to lean over just to see her.

“Stand beside me. Don’t try to stop me. Don’t tell me to reconsider. Just… be there.” Daniel’s gaze softened, and he placed his hand over mine, fingers entwining with a gentle pressure that reminded me I wasn’t alone in carrying this weight. “Always,” he said. I closed my eyes for a moment, letting the simple affirmation steady me. The baby kicked again, and I pressed my free hand against my stomach. Daniel followed my gesture, laying his own hand lightly over mine, a silent pact of protection, shared fear, shared hope.

Renata and ‘Christopher’ gasp in unison, finishing off the exorcism, “omne malum abicimus!” ‘In the name of all saints, we banish all evil!’ I find that a rather ironic fatal verse (being a technical, deified saint myself). Regardless, I am grateful to see the floor beneath Daniel light up with that circle off hellfire – the thing inside him dragged back down to the depths from whence it came. Nico looks to me and gives a proud and cocky grin, clothing disheveled and smoking gun in hand... I want to pin him to the floor and kiss him. Let him pin me, fuck me. It’s an overpowering urge, more potent that it’s ever been.

she trailed off when Dre suddenly growled. “No, you don’t,” Dre growled furiously. “You wont dare to complete that, Joy Alien Stone. Now excuse my mate and me but we are needed somewhere else, especially away from Ms Nasty Butt right now,” he glared at Joy before grabbing an unwilling Xeon’s hand to go away. “Tat ? You have a tattoo ? Why did I never see it ?” Xeon frowned. “Maybe you were too busy staring at his small prick,” that was naughty, kickass girl- Joy.

" Not even past noon, the exorcists arrived once more. This time, each of them held scepters stained with dark, red liquid that reeked of blood. "Madam, the evil spirit has infested his organs. Today, we must strike him with these blessed scepters to drive the evil spirit out from within him!" The exorcist exclaimed viciously.

He studied her expression before asking, “What do you want?” “A lot.” Azrael answered and jumped from the stairs, “You can give me a few.” she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?”

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think that Austin was watching me, not to talk of following me out here, and then being bold enough to try such a despicable thing right on my parents’ property. “Come on, don’t pretend like this wasn’t the main reason why you came out here in the first place. You’ve been giving me signals all night. You want me as much as I want you!” He breathes into my face, pinning my arms behind me. The sour smell of whiskey, or whatever the hell he has been drinking, hits my nostrils. I open my mouth and scream as loudly as I can to alert people, but even as I do so, I realize just how futile doing that is.

I don’t know how I commanded the hellfire. I don’t know who the blue-eyed man is or what he wants from me. “Which you were also made aware of.” Tabatha strides forward and moves to the first step leading to the altar. “There was an influx of energy, which happens from time to time as we all know. With us coming off a Solstice, the energy was raw and powerful, and we know how that beacons other worldly creatures. The Ley line has been taken care of and the details don’t matter. What matters is my son. We need to perform an exorcism. Now.”