Novel & Cerita Demon Murmur

Sam's hand left my leg, and suddenly, my demon let out a piercing scream of terror, collapsing to the ground, his face contorted in agony. Confusion washed over me as I instinctively leaned back, scanning my surroundings for any signs of an attack. "AAAAAAAAAHHH!" The demon's agonising cry echoed through the air, assaulting my ears. "What's happening?" I asked, bewildered, desperately seeking an explanation.

my head is throbbing now with the sound of my heartbeat. he pushed my thighs apart caressing the inner skin when I feel his mouth on my chest and stomach, feeling sharp pinching and then something wet run down my sides. Leland brings his face back up in front of my face and that's when I see his eyes are pitch black and in his mouth are sharp pointed teeth and a evil grin is spread out making his lips into thin lines while his skin has changed resembling the texture of leather I try to scream but again nothing comes out. He's a fucking Demon?!

I stay in the back of the room, watching and doing my best to keep my heart from racing and stomach from flip-flopping with nerves. “His vital signs are good,” she tells us. “I’ve only seen true demonic possession three other times, once when I was a young witch and twice during my studies. I have to say this case is mild compared to the others. The demon doesn’t seem to have a strong hold on Evander—yet.” She trades the crystal for a stethoscope and puts it to his chest, listening to his heartbeat. “How did he become possessed? Demons go after the weak.”

"Barnaby's heart sounds wonderful. Now, can Barnaby help you stay brave while I listen to yours?" A tiny smile broke across Mia's face, and she nodded again, leaning forward slightly. Vivian carefully placed the diaphragm of her stethoscope over Mia's small chest. Her sharp, experienced ears immediately picked up a faint, irregular murmur–a classic sign of an early atrial septal defect, similar to what she had treated in little Toby earlier that week. She kept her face completely calm, ensuring her expression showed only gentle warmth so as not to alarm the child. She finished the physical examination, wrote down a few quick notes on her clip-board, and then looked up at Marcus.

I turn back to look at my friend. Damion’s face is swelling like he’s in a bad cartoon, lips thick and skin flushing a mottled red and purple. Foam seeps from the corner of his mouth, the bubbles catching the harsh fluorescent light. The monitor at his head beeps in quick, anxious bursts — I swear it laughs … each green spike like a sneer on the screen. “Hypotension … tachycardia … tachypnea … cyanosis …” I catch a few words Deimos is shouting. I don’t understand half of them, but the clipped urgency in his tone shoves ice into my veins.

he murmurs, and I’m not sure if it’s meant for me or for himself, “but I don’t regret it.” I have no time to answer, because I hear footsteps in the hallway—heavy but quiet, as if whoever is approaching is trying not to be noticed. Demon appears in the doorway, his eyes fixed on us—not in a way that says he saw the kiss, but with that sensitivity he has for reading the air, for detecting when something has shifted even if he doesn’t yet know what. I see it in the slight hardening of his gaze, in how he stands there a second longer than necessary before crossing the room to set something on the table.

"Ally has Kucreanod." Rose blinked, suddenly aware of how little she knew of demon health. "What's that?" "It's a very deadly disease that causes hearing loss, fever, loss of motor functions, and even death. More often then not, depending on a demon's biology, it skips to death. In her case, it might." "Yikes, any clue how she got it?"

Suddenly, a sound vibrated through the quiet basin that had never been heard in eight hundred years of vampire history. Beneath the velvet skin of Carmilla’s chest, her silent, marble heart gave a distinct, powerful, and heavy thud. Then another. Thud-thud. Thud-thud. It wasn't the frantic, chaotic racing of a mortal pulse, but a slow, rhythmic, and incredibly steady thrumming—a gift of life born from the silver wolf's fire.

Expect the unexpected, standing outside Frances room while she is sleeping, I just dont understand why on earth she got this illness, brain and heart, after testing her an Echocardiogram for her supposedly cardiomegaly but I have found out that she has a heart valve disease. She has meningioma and a heart valve diseases but looking at her face, she is sleeping nicely like there is nothing wrong with her, a deep sigh is what I just let out when Amber appears at my back.

I make my way slowly from my room, approaching the table with hesitation. “I know you’re disappointed that your mate isn’t here yet. I have heard from Demetri. They should be here around seven. Demetri’s concern for Jessa has increased so Deven brought his stethoscope with him. He’d like to do a general check over and a gentle read. We’d like to help pinpoint her illness.”