Demon Whisper Novels & Stories

“Do you want the blood of eight people, fresh and warm?” Ak-kvir considered my words for a moment. “Yes.” “Get me to them, and I’ll grant you their bodies and their blood.” “What about their souls?” “I can always summon another,” I hinted. The demon growled, clearly unhappy. “I will get you there, all r-r-right. Bodies and blood are mine?” “Yes. A necromancer’s word.” “Climb up.” I laughed at his inanity. “Should I take a whip? An oath, you beast!”

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

his voice echoed and a shiver went down my spine. He was here, Suki… his name was Suki.. an ancient evil spirit who took a form and became a demon. He had touched me wrongfully and beat me when I refused to obey his command. He wasn't looking for a company but a vessel to plant his seed. And today, he promised that he will plant it. "Noo… please, leave me alone… I am just a child… can't you see my tears ? You have taken me away from my family and treated me as a rag… I am no drag…" i screamed.

“This is from my foster parents who had killed a demon. This was from the demon they killed. Magical bows are from the demons like elves more specifically.” “Well, someone had gifted it to me. I don’t know where it came from but it must be from a demon then.” “How was your work today, Blue? You must be careful when you are on a mission.” Miranda tells Blue, spreading some jam on the sliced bread. “It was tiring. We found out that demons who cross over are a little powerful. Their forms are weirdly shuffled.” “Abyss...” Miranda mumbled. “Well, I ask you be careful whenever. If you need help, don’t hesitate to ask us.”

After pondering for a moment, James said, “The death spirits have formidable strength. Using them could increase the chances of the Heaven-Eradicating Sect’s retreat. Plus, it’s uncertain whether Qimat can discern them as such in the midst of the intense battle. Even if the information is relayed back to the Dooms, Youri might not recognize them as the death spirits left by the Devouring Demon. From Youri’s perspective, both the Devouring Demon and the death spirits have already been annihilated.” “Alright, I understand,” Death Demon replied. “Also, change the death spirits’ appearances to resemble genuine living beings as much as possible when you make your move.” “I know how to do that,” t

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

The trio spread out, each taking a defensive stance, ready to face the horrors that awaited them. Suddenly, the ground trembled beneath their feet, and a swirling vortex of darkness materialized before them. From its depths emerged the first demon, a towering beast with jagged horns and eyes that burned with an unholy fire. Its skin, as black as the abyss, seemed to ripple with raw power. With a roar that sent shivers down their spines, the demon lunged at Marcus, its claws slashing through the air. Marcus, with his werewolf agility, evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift, powerful strike.

A Demon assassin to be specific. Yeah, cool right? I get to kill my target in just one snap of my fingers, not leaving any traces, I will just slit their throats and then vanish, as if nothing happened. And oh, the fire outside? I am the cause of that, not because I was just bored, but because my target was living there and I had to set the whole building on fire because the guy pissed me off.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

It was the same attack that sun god used. “Leave my mate alone.” The wolf growled as the wave of solar energy released around him, washing over the vampire with a wave of fire and radiation. He felt his very being on fire! How is he still alive?! ~~~Samantha POV~~~ Spitfire.... Spitfire wake up.... Ugh I don’t want to get up! You must get up! No Daddy I’m tired, just a little bit longer... and I’m a demon.... remember? If you are a demon then get up and remind everyone why you are called that!