Demon Whisper Novels & Stories

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!

“I won’t suck you dry after I fuck you.” Oh, boy. What crass words. “Then what the hell are you?” I intended to clarify it quickly. Better now than any other day, right? “Hm, you said so yourself. I came from Hell, An..dre..ahh.” He released his right hand from my waist and then stroked his thumb along my parted lips. He licked his own to wet it, no doubt desperate and eager to claim my mouth. And I happen to like seeing it. “I am a demon," he said, his voice without humor, telling me he was just joking. My world immediately shrunk.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"

Damon chimed in, a grimace slipping into place. Making a sound of agreement, Knight stood and stretched his arms above his head, groaning as his back cracked. “I wonder if they’ve uncovered anything new themselves. Didn’t they say they had Kalix investigating?” “The Whisperer,” Ghost hummed. Kalix, aka the Whisperer, was a wolf with the uncanny ability to project himself to anyone he locked eyes with. It didn’t matter how well protected the person was. One glance and he’d be able to visit them.

My eyes glowed intensely and a large orb of swirling dark energy slowly formed on my palms, "Deus Ex Mortem, heed my call. To bring forth destruction to this world's damned souls!" "Oblivio!" I screamed and the orb of dark energy discharged towards the group of demon sorcerers. A large explosion occurs reducing the demons into embers of dust and ashes. Through that feat, the Demons shrieked in horror once more. "He's an abomination!" One of them screamed. "Well, I had no reason to suspect that…." I tightly gripped my Short Sword once again and decidedly attacked the General for the second time. I need to make sure this one would connect.

The flames grew bigger, and soon the dark energy surrounding Clarabelle vanished. Clarabelle went unconscious, and the red flames dissipated. "Is... is she okay?” Christine asked. “The thing that possessed her is an abyss demon called a skinwalker. They were former servants of the moon goddess who were cursed to forever live at the bottom of hell for taking the bodies of humans for the sake of having sexual pleasure. I'm not sure how this one got into the mansion, but fortunately, they are highly susceptible to the alpha-wolf aura. So yes, your friend is okay now,” Steven answered.

《They’ve been droning on about dirt for an hour. Him. Again. I pressed my lips together. “What are you?” I whispered under my breath, low enough no one could catch it. “Hallucination? Psychic trauma? Or did I finally faint and hit my head one too many times?” A chuckle slithered through my mind. 《Cute. But no. I’m a demon, little wolf. All powerful. Ancient before your kind ever learned to crawl.》 My chest tightened. “Wonderful. A squatters’ rights demon. Living rent-free in my head.”

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

It brought him the darkest wicked emotion. But seeing the fear clutching on Belle’s large eyes were unexpectedly more amusing than ever before. “What drove that man earlier to almost take his own life is the being called ‘whisperer’. They act to whisper terrible enchanting words that would bring the person’s darkest thought to beckon them to die,” Leon explained. “Those beings come from a curse that only us Demons could use. Humans are too weak to call the whisperer from hell.” “What are you getting at?” Belle whispered. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand. She did. But she couldn’t see how it is related to her sister, Rachel.

Was Chase's spirit choice a bit too disrespectful? This kid was being way too arrogant. Paul was done holding back! Purple smoke began rising behind him as his spirit gradually materialized. The creature that emerged was terrifying. Standing nearly 30 feet tall with entirely purple skin, its muscular body looked like tree bark shot through with glowing purple veins. Long arms ended in razor-sharp claws, and its purple-red eyes could strike fear into anyone. This was Purple Specter, a demon from the void beyond the nine heavens. Paul could summon this particular demon because of his one-sixteenth demon race heritage.