Demon Murmur Novels & Stories

“It’s quiet, even if the demons are asleep, I should be able to hear their breathing.” “Wow, you can hear the demons breathings?” Rasmus asked shocked and Edward stared at him with a raised eyebrow. “You can’t?” he asked and Rasmus shook his head immediately. Edward sighed, “our powers really drained in you people. I can hear a demon’s breathing just as I can hear their heartbeats and their blood swimming in their veins.” Rasmus pouted, yeah, their powers really drained in them, how cool would it be to be able to hear those? “But right now, I hear nothing, not a single breathing or a single heartbeat. It’s possible if may be the demons that resides here had traveled to their kingdom, it’s ab

As I imagined the echocardiogram showing the beginning of a heart attack, I see Michaels entering. "Did you page me for surgery?" He raises his eyebrow and I can see disbelief in his gaze "Infarction with an intraventricular murmur, echocardiogram with a non-standard curve rhythm with restrictive pattern." I quickly inform him without caring that this makes someone look at me as if I were an internist and not a doctor specializing in trauma surgery. I can see the way the man's gaze turns as he gives orders for the changes inside the surgery center requesting the video equipment to start a less invasive approach. When everything is ready and his hand begins to move the wire down the inferior

"One more. Give me one more." Noah anchored me. He stood beside the bed, letting me crush the bones in his hand. He wiped the cold sweat from my forehead with a damp cloth. He whispered frantic Italian prayers against my temple. I inhaled a ragged breath and bore down, pouring the last shred of my soul into the effort. Then, a sharp, piercing wail cut through the air. The sound hit the tiled walls, echoing across the massive room. The loud volume commanded the space. The little demon arrived, announcing her presence to the world with a furious cry.

I screamed, lunging out of the bed. I was on the floor beside him in a second. He was gasping, his mouth open but no air seemed to be going in. His eyes were rolled back, showing only the whites. I grabbed his shoulders, shaking him, my hands trembling so hard I could barely hold on. "Demetrius, look at me! Breathe! Please, just breathe!" I pressed my ear to his chest. His heart... it wasn't right. It wasn't the steady drum I had listened to last night. It was fast, shallow, and then it would stop entirely for a terrifying second before starting again with a jagged jump.

Revealing a new chamber pulsing with red light. And in the center of the chamber… A heartbeat. Not metaphorical. Literal. A massive, suspended organ pulsing with veins of black and blue, thumping slow and heavy shaking the walls with every beat. Lola’s blood went cold. “Oh my God…” she whispered. Jayden stared, stunned. “That’s impossible.” Mirror-Jayden’s fading echo whispered through the corridor: “Not everything in the Doom Room is human. Some things… are older.” The heartbeat thudded harder.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

Everything appeared unchanged and alive. But I couldn't say the same for my heart. "Well, daughter, you've created the barrier, so unlock it." Ruth commanded. I complied, chanting with all my might until the barrier shattered. "That's my girl." Ruth praised as she moved past me with the demon. I sighed. "Fuck." the demon growled. "What troubles you, demon?" Ruth said, panic creeping into her voice. "Ahm... I don't know. Something feels off in my heart." he muttered, kneeling and clutching his chest.

was over. The Quiet Room. Elara hit a hard, cold floor. She didn't feel asphalt. She felt Tile. The air was sterile, smelling of ozone and expensive cologne. The roar of the cassette player was gone, replaced by the soft, rhythmic beep, beep ,beep of a heart monitor. She opened her eyes.

She slipped the disk beneath the collar of his shirt, the plastic cold against his skin. “Breathe,” she ordered. He inhaled. The sound vibrated through her fingers through her chest. Too close. Too familiar. She focused on the sound in her ears instead. A faint murmur. Valvular irregularity. But more than that—a subtle hitch in the electrical conduction, something out of sync between heart and lungs, human and wolf. She moved the stethoscope, listening as long as she dared before the mate-bond heat under her skin became unbearable.