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.

I wait. Dr. Vance turns to me. Her face is soft. She says the murmur is nothing. A fluttering, common in newborns, caused by the transition from fetal circulation to independent breathing. Eleanor's heart is healthy. There is no defect. No condition. No cause for concern. I close my eyes. The tears come. I cannot stop them. They spill down my cheeks, hot and fast, and I do not wipe them away.

I answered coolly. He strutted across the room and went to stand in a glass window where the outside showed a good angle of the veranda and the Winner Family pool. He smiled, pleased over something that he saw. I wondered what it was then. What is advantageous of being a demon is that we get to read another person's mind. We can use it for or against them. But before an angel, we are helpless. It is either they have barriers in their too-holy brains or they are just dead on imagination. I prefer to think it is the latter.