Demon Voice Novels & Stories

If looks could physically kill, Regina Summers would have dissolved into ash. "Who the hell are you?!" my mom screamed, thrashing around as she tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me, you brute!" "We finally meet, Regina Summers," Demon rasped out, his deep, gravelly voice dripping with pure poison. "Tell me... who the fuck gave an old hag like you the right to lay a hand on my Papillon?" A violent shiver ran down my spine. I had seen Demon angry before, but I had never seen him like this.

"Don't do this!" The demon paused. Its head turned slowly toward her, those red eyes fixing on her with the same empty stare it had given Gunner. Doris didn't flinch. She held its gaze. "I know you're in there," she said, her voice cracking. "I know you're still in there somewhere. This isn't you. This isn't who you are. Please... come back. Come back to me." For a long, terrible moment, nothing happened. Then, Leonidas's voice emerged from the demon's throat. "Doris...?"

“I want Tate to suffer for what he did to me. I want my career back, my reputation restored. I want—” The candles flared, flames turning an impossible shade of crimson. The temperature in the room dropped twenty degrees in an instant. My breath misted in the suddenly frigid air. “Well, well.” The voice came from everywhere and nowhere, smooth as silk and dark as sin. “It’s been decades since anyone summoned me properly. I was beginning to think your grandmother’s line had forgotten.” He materialized in the center of my circle, and my brain short-circuited. The demon—because there was no mistaking what he was—looked like every dark fantasy I’d ever had made flesh.

A calm voice sounded behind the boy and the boy holding me whipped his head around to the intruder. The demon, Asmodeus or Adrian or whatever his name was stood in the middle of the bathroom. Clothed in a full black suit, his eyes were pitch black and were showing nothing but death. He stared at us and his teeth bared in a dangerous manner. "Who the fuck are you?" The boy said to him. The demon snapped his fingers and the boy in front of me started screaming in a high pitched, painful scream.

he thundered. The demon was mute and it pissed him so much, he had to set the demon's hair on fire and every single strand burned. He held him by the throat and tried manipulating him to talk but of course, demons were immune to manipulation. "Who sent you!!!!"He yelled and suddenly his eye colour changed from white to red. He grunted, his canines in his mouth elongated and his finger nails grew out. A whole new transformation. "I will kill you!!"he thundered in a very unusual voice that sounded evil. "I will...."

the voice yelled. Theodore thought about his past, he was tired. He was tired of being looked down on. He was tired of the world treating him unfairly. "Azazel Theodore Dixon. Are you tired?" "I am tired." Theodore yelled. "Then accept me." "Who are you?" Theodore asked. Someone appeared in front of him, The voice was his demon appearance. "I am you. I have been waiting for you to accept me. Do you accept me?" he stretched his hand towards Theodore.

a groggy voice called out making both of us halt in our steps and spontaneously looking back with a sharp pivot. So she is Mina. I had no time to focus on the fact that I was seeing my first past life self because of an unknown terror that gripped me. Standing behind us was a tall man. No not a man. This was a demon. Horns sprouting out of his head with black broad wings flapping slowly to the ground. His hair was scarlet red, looking so wild and its appearance was dishevelled. "Oh no. Run away from this man. He seems dangerous"the voice in my head pleaded with hers but I doubt if she could hear my own thoughts.

“You may sit. I still have business with Dave.” I nodded, sinking into the seat like it was the only thing keeping me from falling into the floor. He believed it. I didn’t know how, but he actually believed it. That ridiculous excuse. And the worst part? The relief washing over me like a cold tide. “So Dave,” Louis turned back, “go ahead. Play the voice recording.” My heart sank the moment the sound played. The voice that filled the room didn’t sound like mine. It sounded darker. Rougher. Twisted. Not me. Not even close. It was his voice—the demon’s.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

I think she was ready to kill her. "Quiet!" The demon who's voice hurts my ears, yelled at me, only making me feel like they would bleed. His yelling hurt more than his normal voice. "Geez, alright. Cranky much?" What's the matter with me? I'm literally poking at a demon. "If he doesn't come soon, I'm going to tear her tongue out before we kill her," the demon whose voice prickled my back spoke next. "If you want me to be quiet you could just answer my question," I shrugged, saying it as if it were the simplest of answers.