Demon Whisper Novels & Stories

I've never been so far away from home like this. I went beneath my bed to get the writing materials that I hid there. I first thought of writing to Damion and asking how this were going at home but I know Damion, he won't appreciate the frienzie. I know all he want to hear from me is about the Demon Alpha. I don't have anything yet but right now I'm promising myself to stop getting familiar and get to work. But still I want to write to Damion, just to hear from him. "The demon Alpha is not an ordinary being. I think he has a witch backing him up with powers. You should be careful with him. It takes more power to conquer power".

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?"

Taking my shirt off partially, I jabbed my nails into the top of my spine, pulling out my sword, Slayer Rhakis and summoned the portal to edge of The Demon Realm. Stepping inside, my senses were clear, smelling the first wave of demons a few miles away into hell. I waited patiently, pacing back and fourth and focusing my ears on Hunnie and Kris as I leaned against the cold and icy, black flesh of a pillar. The Realm's bridge was as wide and long as a football field and made up of squirming flesh. All around the bridge was pitch black, the only light coming from the glowing floor of flesh under my feet and the demons portal from Hell.

He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being. I doubted it at first, but now I can see that it’s really working. Back in time, whenever I walk in the city, the people in the streets will run away with such horrifying expressions. Of course, I was known as the Demoness who only do evil things to others, it was normal for them to be scared. And I love that. I love when people tremble in fear when they see me. Because if I am that terrifying for them, they will not have guts to take what’s mine. They will not have a chance to betray me… to hurt me. It’s such a shame that no one recognizes me now.

No one had come in for many years to die. Now that Caspian came in, it was moved to tears! Finally, someone came to die. "Are you the spirit of the Primordial Whale Demon in the sword?" Caspian asked, "Would you like to be subdued by me and serve me?" Hearing this, the Primordial Whale Demon was stunned for a moment. Then it laughed and said, "Hahaha... Are you joking with me? Do you want me to be subdued by you and used by you? Who do you think you are! Even the old guy who killed me had no right to do this. Unless you can suppress me and swallow me, don't think about it!"

A being clouded by mystery and wonder. Centuries back The lost forest was just an ordinary forest known for its beauty. Demons would often visit that place as it's rich in food and not to mention staying there for a few hours can replenish one's spiritual energy faster than sleeping for a whole day. Apparently it was a haven for demons. That was supposed to be it. However, not everything can go peacefully. Soon afterward Demons realize that the reason their energy replenishes faster in the lost forest is because of the existence of the hell sprites. Demons started capturing them whenever they had the chance and started conducting various researches and experiments they could. Upon doing so t

Before being transmigrated into Celie and Terrance, the Divine duo was in the middle of a full-scale war against an immortal demon from an entirely different world. Valeur. A demon from The Third Demon Realm, born thousands of years before a Union Greenland Civil War took place. He had several unique abilities that only a small percentage of spiritual energy users could achieve, and one of them was his ability to breach anyone's personal realm. In most cases, he would go undetected using invisibility if he truly wanted to.

As the white beam faded, the dark strings and smoke of alar all gathered in one place, compressing, as if trying to form a demon. Arth braced himself as Dethnar appeared amidst the black smoke, now showing his true form. The demon had dark-blue skin, rough and hard, with a long tail behind him. Two curved horns sprouted from his head, with black demon wings spreading wide open. Divine Purge could remove the demon from the body it had possessed. The only problem was that it would also cause the demon to materialize into its physical form. And demons on their own bodies are much more powerful. They could easily access their full strength and capabilities … compared to possessing only mere huma

I have fallen asleep and woken up several times because of the mosquitoes until I woke up feeling confused. Roar! I suddenly turned pale when I saw a familiar monster. "Demon," I whispered into the air. What is the demon doing here in Wysteria? Don't say that they are from here? "Ales, hide. We will kill this demon!" Gaspar yelled at me and I was scared to stand up and I hid behind a big tree. The demon was big, like the one that chased me and my sister before we had an accident and fell off the cliff. Its horn is large and sharp; he looks like a buffalo with thick hair. Its body is like a human, but the skin is that of a buffalo.

The Demon vanished into darkness as he stood in front of the group of a hundred men with the village insight he was the only one to stand against them. Silence echoed throughout the night as the Demon stood before the bandit hoard their leader got off his horse aiming his rusted sword towards the unknown being asking him to lay down his life and valuables before they aim for their prize. The Demon shook his head as he flexed his arms releasing two 15 meters long blade-like whips from his wrists that appeared as if they were alive. With each swing of his whips, they slithered through the ground with such grace and beauty as if the bandits were walking towards them facing their deaths with ope