Demon Murmur Novels & Stories

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.

the weird murmur piqued my interest, and I glanced around. I was stranded in this bleak universe, a lone figure devoured by the void. Whispers and phantom voices pervaded the silence, reverberating through the void. They whispered secrets, fragments of buried memories, and mysterious messages, their origins and purposes veiled by the surrounding darkness. "Let her talk," said a male voice. "You deserve to have a good life." "How odd, she doesn't look like one of us!" "She is a monster." The murmurs seemed to expand with each step I took, coming from all directions at once, their rhythm fluctuating, a dissonant chorus that strained my sanity. The voices contained snippets of joy, sorrow, and

He attached the demon to a life chamber, one of his ingenious creations that could sustain the life of a supernatural being regardless of injury, blood loss, or disease. He is beyond pissed at this point, as he has tried several methods to get the demon to speak, to no avail. Even after pulling out all ten finger nails, the demon refused to utter as much as a single word. The only sound that is heard from him is a sharp intake of breath at periodic intervals.

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.”

It took a moment for my eyes to finally adjust to the darkness. "Nate?" I called out timidly. There was no response. A faint thudding sound coming from the far end caught my attention. I walked in the direction of the noise and was able to make out the silhouette of a man. "Nate?" I called out again but failed to get a response from him. I was closer now and I could see that it was him. Even before I reached him I could tell that something was wrong. His breathing was disoriented and from the way his chest was heaving it seemed like he was in pain.

My Paps murmured, “Are you ready, Cals?” I nodded. “I’m ready.” The demon heard us. “Ready? Ready for what?” I grinned, the barest, brightest flash of teeth. “Ready to kill you.” Even as Old Tim trembled and whimpered, and the black fog thickened, the demon laughed. It chilled me, shuddering down my spine as though my flesh was being flayed from it. “If you kill me, I can’t help you with your little vampire problem. Oh – yes,” he paused, sounding breathless, as Tim’s body flexing inhumanly from side to side. “I watched the clan move into town. Wouldn’t you like to know who they are?”

"....Shhh. Listen well." I follow Lucas' words and focused on my hearing. Then slowly, indistinct voices appeared near my ears. It seemed far away but also near. If I did not focus on my hearing I would have thought that I was only hearing the flutter of wind. "....ngry." "...ungry.." "...hungry!" It was a low growl. The voice was so groggy like chalk scraping the blackboard. Goosebumps appeared on my body. This voice was clearly from the demon!

There was a strange glow in his eyes, and his expression was a little dull as if he had fallen into some kind of deep memory. Right at that moment- "Wait a minute. I have something to say." The Second Heavenly Demon suddenly shouted, and his voice interrupted the beautiful music reverberating in the air like thunder in the clear sky. The sound waves spread like a hurricane, shaking everyone's brains. Some demon experts were caught off guard and were directly sent flying by the sound waves. Immediately, the square was in chaos.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

Such an ungentlemanly fellow ! "what are you?" she asked the lingering question in her head. "You don't look human" "I'm not" "Then what are you?" she pressed. He gave her one of his smirks as he smacked his fangs, "what do you think?" Arianna thought for a while, "A demon?" Damian laughed, "how would you know? Ever encountered one before?" Arianna shook her head, she hasn't but it felt like he was, "then what are you?"