Demon Whisper Novels & Stories

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

Because right in front of me is an enormous male with two massive curved horns arching from atop his forehead, eyes glowing like molten gold, his skin stretching over a powerful chest, fangs visibly protruding from his lips, a snake like forked tongue snaking out in a hiss and a long, sinuous tail coiling behind him. And he towers over me, his gaze sweeping over my form. “Human,” he rumbles, his voice like sinful velvet. “You called for oblivion. I am Vesper, and I answer.” Staring at this gigantic 7ft tall... demon, my jaw literally drops to the floor. Did I just summon a demon? Fuck! I must have really messed up that spell. What do I do now? He cocks his head then, staring at me with a sor

I commanded with my arm stretched forth She starts to scream, shaking violently while trying to hit me with her tentacles, her eyes turned black and she began crying blood. The black smoke formed faces that looked like people in agony—probably the souls she had taken. I keep on overpowering her with the will of God as I take steps close to her. The demon’s voice changed simultaneously from that of an old woman to that of a small girl and back to a young teenage boy all the voices were screaming one thing “She belongs to us!”

"Do not test my patience again." He turned and strode away, leaving them to nurse their wounds. He had more pressing matters to attend to. A meeting had been called in the royal chamber, and his presence was required. Entering the grand room, El-Kharis found the other demon royals already assembled. The god of fire, a towering figure with molten eyes and hair like flames, glared at him. His skin was a deep, burnt crimson, and heat radiated from him in waves. Beside him, the earth demon, solid and imposing, watched with a stony expression. His form was like living rock, with veins of precious metals glinting through his granite-like skin. The water demon, fluid and ever-changing, regarded him

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

he whispered, sending a chill down my spine. "My name is not Andrew, or, as you might say, no one knows me by that name. I am someone you never expected to encounter," he declared. His eyes bore into mine, filled with a mysterious intensity. I stared at him silently, feeling a sense of unease wash over me. The air around us seemed to crackle with tension as I waited for him to reveal his true identity. "I am Abigor, a demon of the underworld," he finally confessed, his voice low and menacing.

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

His thoughts were his, and he didn't like sharing them. Vargas placed a withered finger to his temple, pretending to be deep in thought, his body bent almost in half, with one leg stretched out in front of him, toes pointed outward. He resembled a court jester more than a demon. "And yet, I am here." He then pointed a long, clawed finger at the church. "And soon, my dear Warrior of the Way, I will be in there." The demon laughed as he vanished from sight, popping out as Tryna had popped in, the odor of sulfur in the air.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

She turned to look at Beth, who was so engrossed in her book that for a moment Andrea thought she was sleeping. “Beth !” No response. “Beth !” She repeated. “I am not a deaf girl, what do you want ?” Beth responded. “How long are we supposed to stay here? Did you find something ?” “I guess so, I believe he is serving Erzoth, the demon which survives on souls, the purer it can find stronger it gets. If he can get hold of the supernatural souls like weres or vampires, stronger it would become. He was banished years ago, by the King of weres, Asmodeus. Looks like he escaped. I had asked Asmodeus to put a harder spell on that dungeon but did he ever listen to me ?”