Demon Murmur Novels & Stories

It listened. Too many heartbeats. Too many eyes. Caelum spilled out of shadow near a service corridor and stilled instantly, pressing himself flat against the wall as voices passed — demons, low-ranking but alert, their armour clinking softly, their attention sharp with the novelty of movement returning to halls that had known silence for too long. Their cackling was quiet but edged, like knives tapping together. Their words blurred into a murmur, but the tone was clear: anticipation. He waited until they were gone. Counted breaths he did not have time to spare.

But I do hear her shower caddy hitting the tile floor along with a loud gasp that completely disrupts the weird mood that's settled between Daelic and I. "Holy fuck! Is that a demon?!"

This stillness wasn’t him. It was something taking him. Something pulling him away. “No,” Damon said again. Stronger this time. Refusing it. Refusing the possibility. Seraphine’s voice cut through again. “Rhythm?” “Erratic ventricular response” “Damn it.” She moved fast. Too fast. Damon’s pulse spiked. “What is it?” No one answered him. No one had time. The room tightened. Focused. Everything narrowing toward the same terrifying point. Luca’s heart.

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

The claws came down but the blow never landed. Because, that instant, a vicious howl ruptured the silence - raw, guttural, and impossibly loud. It wasn’t a sound born from anything human or sane. It echoed through the underground parking lot like thunder rolling across a steel sky. The demon’s claw halted mid-air, trembling. It turned, snarling, but even it hesitated. Evangeline’s ears rang as her heart stuttered. Her lungs locked up as if the very air had turned solid in her chest.

"You don’t get it! I want pups with you! But I just got my wolf — not even a month ago yet! And when did we have sex? In the demon world, it wasn’t too long ago. Not even two weeks ago. So how could I be pregnant?" "Don’t forget you’re a demon. Maybe demons have a different way when it comes to pregnancy." I told her as I helped her up from the floor. My hand went to her naked stomach as I dropped onto my knees and pressed my ear into her belly. Nothing. I heard nothing. But maybe it was too early for a heartbeat. Or demon babies don’t have a heartbeat. "Do you hear something?" Lucy asked, her hand smoothing over my hair. "No. Nothing… But I can smell your pussy," I answered while sniffing m

My voice sounding deeper from my demon side coming forward from my anger. Levi’s POV Staring at Jamari beneath the Blood Moon made it clear that she is my other half, the one that is meant to make me whole. A wholeness filled my being as my demon side purred in my mind. Fucking purred! I never once in my life heard my vicious demon side purr over anything. Unlike wolves, our demons don’t talk to us or make much sounds. We don’t have a connection with our other selves like the wolves.

No one has taken the time to share details of his illness with him. He thinks it is to do with the bond between his parents, a punishment for his mother not being the luna…I guess as he spends his days thinking about superheroes then that would be a reasonable explanation. “Athan, let me talk to you for a second. Has anyone spoken with you about a heart defect called a murmur?” “Erm, no.” “I think that’s what you have.” “What is it?” He looks up at me with so much trust that it twists my own heart.

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet