Demon Murmur Novels & Stories

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.

A voice reverberated, as imperious as a deity's. The voice was extremely majestic, like an emperor lording over every living being. It pounded down like a thunderclap from above the spiral staircase, surging down on the 95th floor, making everyone feel as small and insignificant as ants in the sea. At the same time, there was another inky Demonic Aura. This Demon Aura was bizarrely black, seemingly distorting and engulfing the light around it. It descended the spiral staircase and turned into a massive black Wolf Claw. Like a giant hand about to pinch an ant, it streaked toward Ding Hao, trying to squash him.

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?"

Then he began to howl. "Shh, it's okay." A dark-skinned hand reached out from the cage that Doll had knocked over. It couldn't reach Lexi's cage but the no-fur was trying. "Lexi, please. You can't be noisy. You'll upset the others and bring the Hares." The no-fur talking to him was right. The other no-furs were starting to shuffle in their cages, whimpering at the unfamiliar sound of a demon's wail.

Everyone crouched down at the sound of the gunshots, Tedd hid his wife to be behind him when he took note of the devil standing in the middle of the hall, with a gun in his hand and a look of anger plastered on his face. "I Object!" The demon aka Tyler Bresfort's voice, echoed around the silent hall. "This wedding is so not happening." ________ Tyler's pov The hall was so silent that even if you drop a pin, it'd echo. I could see fear in the eyes of every single soul in that hall. It wouldn't cause them anything to call the cops on me, but guess what? No one wanted to be a Hero- "What do you want?" Said the husband of the bitch of a bride.

"You're the one friend I've ever had that stayed so long." I raised a brow. "I hope you're not keeping something from me or planning to tell everyone I'm Valerie?" She went silent. I turned around, gripping the necklace as I narrowed my eyes. "Don't tell me -" "Did you also hear the door open?" In confusion, I looked towards my door. How the hell did that correlate with what I was saying? "Mommy! Daddy is here!" Aurora's yell had me swallowing my next statement. My heart drummed against my chest as I turned to Hannah.

Her reverie was shattered when Demon bit her lip, and she let out a sharp cry, "Ahhh!" Demon, seizing her hair, declared, "When I speak, your focus should be solely on me, understood." A certain intensity flickered in Demon's eyes, capturing Amber's full attention. When she hesitated to respond, he tugged her hair once more and insisted, "Do you comprehend what I'm saying or not?" Amber nodded in agreement, and Demon locked eyes with her, saying, "I've heard your voice. I've told you before, don't communicate with me through gestures."

“Hello, little mate," a sweeter, deeper, huskier voice murmurs near my earlobe, making me shiver with delight at how sensual his voice is. His aura is distinct. His voice is deeper than the king’s, but it is also more dangerous, deeper, huskier, and manly than Miller’s. "Hello, my name is Demon, Miller Lycan Wolf," he greets me. "Hello." I shudder in terror, expecting him to hurt me like that jerk.

He expelled the cloth from his mouth and drew a deep breath, his chest heaving as he unleashed a series of urgent cries into the stillness of the room. "Hello! Can anybody hear me?" Damon's voice echoed, bouncing off the walls, his plea punctuated by a mixture of fear and hope. He strained his ears, waiting anxiously for any sign of a response, but all he received in return was a haunting silence that seemed to mock his predicament.