Demon Murmur Novels & Stories

Usually, Delldora's heartbeat is very weak, almost inaudible because his blood is flowing abnormally, different from ordinary humans. "Of course, aren't you a demon?" It was the first and only word that stuck in Delldora's head as soon as he opened his eyes as his “new” self. He doesn't remember what happened before. And only the word 'demon' immediately flashed into his head. Delldora stared at the reflection of his face that was reflected in the mirror. Sharp jaw with a firm curved nose. Almond-shaped eyes with light brown irises that will turn a blood red color once he 'turns'. And of course, perfect red lips and chin.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.

He was trying to tilt her still head to the right side. "At least, we have Catherine Hart " Diana added, still not lifting her gaze off her phone. "And we know she knows something. Oh sorry, the fake Hart" She ended with a devilish grin on her face. Anthonia was still fumming with anger. She apologized already yet the examiner refused to continue. He was bent on teaching the students first. "It can maybe be cardiac tamponade. Then you book an OR right away where the surgery would take place. Do you understand? " The examiner's voice came up again. He was gesticulating and drawing circles around the corpse.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

Even with their combined efforts, in Alfred's opinion, the two of them could not defeat the monster. Dior was ready to start speaking when she abruptly sensed another life force in her surroundings. The alarm bell started ringing louder and louder. She had the impression that someone was observing her. Dior shifted her gaze to the side. Tap. Tap. The demon was moving across the water's surface, using the pieces of the surrounding space as bridges to connect his feet. The demon's body was emitting a massive amount of the purplish demonic aura. With each stride he took, the purple aura swelled in size, and the entire domain flickered.

She stood from the bed and started to pace the room, her blonde pigtails fanning out behind her. "Lately there's been weird demon-like activity around New York. Mortals going missing, bodies turning up days after, mangled and blood-stained. The mortal police think it's homicide, but we think it's not. It's definitely the work of a demon, presumably a Greater Demon, as far as our Sensors can tell. We also began to notice a weird but consistent demonic presence around a particular girl in New York" Cassie stopped to glance at Maddie, then continued pacing "We took your blood when you were asleep and tested it. You're not a full demon, Maddie. There's still a human aspect of you. What this mean

The demon met every blow with raw, abyssal strength, its claws leaving gouges in the stone walls as they traded hits that sounded like thunderclaps echoing through the hall. "Is that all you've got?" the demon hissed, its eyes glowing like embers as it swung a massive, shadow-cloaked fist. Kai ducked the blow, the wind from the strike ruffling his hair, and countered with a palm strike to the demon's chest that sent a shockwave rippling through the corridor. The demon staggered back, but only for a heartbeat before lunging forward with a guttural roar, its speed defying its massive size.

But what if there was something here that I didn’t want answering me? I stayed rooted to the spot, eyes fixed on a spot. Was I tripping? Losing my mind? My fingers trembled against the back of the chair, my breath shallow and uneven. The storm outside rumbled, masking the silence for a moment. I would have missed it if I wasn't listening intently. The voice sounded like what one would imagine a demon's voice to sound like. Hoarse and deep. Almost like a whisper carried on the rain. “You have nothing to fear…”

“Let me go! What are you doing?” “Feeding,” it whispered. Its face changed—skin split, eyes blackened, teeth too long. Erica screamed. The demon tore into her. Blood sprayed. Limbs hit the wall. An arm rolled across the floor. The heart monitor shrieked—then flatlined. Back at the nurse’s station, no one noticed. The monitor read steady. No alarms. No error. Just a perfect, calm rhythm. The next morning Chris jolted awake to his phone ringing. “Yes?”

Barely a muffle — the kind of sound that would be overlooked by anyone. But Deimon was on the edge of everything, and it detonated inside his ears like a war drum. His eyes snapped open. Red flashed in his irises and faded just as fast, his control catching it before it could take hold. His fingers curled around the stone rim of the bath. Who dared to disturb his recovery?