Demon Whispers Novels & Stories

“His eyes were dark with lust. He called me a good little cocksucker, that made me take him even deeper. I relaxed my throat and let him slide all the way in, I held him there, swallowing around him, until he couldn’t hold back. When he came, it was so much, his thick spurts shooting straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop, Father. I kept sucking until he was empty, cleaning his cock with my tongue like a devoted whore.” That last word—“whore”—sent a jolt straight through me. My cock jerked violently in my hand. I was rock hard, balls drawn up tight, desperate for release. Without thinking, without a single prayer for strength, I rose slightly and pushed my throbbing cock through the

His true amber eyes were dim, shadowed with deep, crushing exhaustion, looking at me with immense sorrow. "Gideon" I cried, lunging forward across the cracked earth. Before I could reach him, a sudden, deafening roar tore through the sky. A towering wave of void fire erupted from the earth between us, solidifying into a massive, shadowy silhouette eight feet tall. The demon stood before me. It had no true face, only a swirling vortex of jagged, violet smoke and ancient, cold eyes that burned with anger. The air around it was so cold that the ash falling from the sky froze mid air into fine black needles.

I felt something go past, A Scream? Sense? Light? What was it? The drifting air carried a sense of terror, Street lights flickered for a while and busted one after the other until the place was left with anything but a ray of light. I could feel danger lurking all over the area, I wanted to run but how could I? Darkness hovered over the place, What's happening? I questioned myself Is somebody summoning a Demon from the underground world? I whispered to myself. "Haha! What am I thinking? C'mon this is neither a novel nor a manga, it's real-world things like summoning demons that only happen in mangas. I convinced myself as I carefully walked across the street,

she said by the door before leaving completely. Chance finally stood straight and held his chest, breathing hard. "Is she really human? I swear i got the chills, her eyes were staring directly at my soul, and my soul was begging me to stop" he said funnily. "You're madder than I thought, seriously" Delilah said. "He's actually senseless, not mad" Jezebel replied beside her, and she turned to her. "Heard you're a b**ch too, how about we get along?"

Screams pierced the silence, agonized, endless wails of pain that didn’t seem werewolf. Grotesque creatures moved through the haze, towering demons with distorted faces and rotting skin, draped in tattered black garments that flapped like funeral banners. Their eyes glowed red with hunger. Panic coiled in my chest. “Where… where am I?” I choked out, my voice trembling. “You’re in the demon’s realm,” came Zevarion’s voice, soft but steady through the mindlink. “Zev?” I turned, searching wildly for him. “Are you here?”

The demon bellowed as fire and blood erupted from its chest. A final pulse of magic blasted outward—then the creature’s form crumbled into ash. The swamp fell silent again, save for the hiss of rain extinguishing flames. As the rebels gathered, nursing wounds and counting the dead, Silas stood trembling. “That wasn’t the only one,” he whispered. Rio turned sharply. “What do you mean?” Silas’s eyes were wide with fear. “The spell Vera cast… it wasn’t just one binding. It’s a gate. And it’s opening.”

She was curious to learn more about how this Demon's mind worked and how he felt about things. The young Demon did not think momentarily; he answered immediately, " I would keep the name Demon. I would add the name Matteo Nightwhisper. My name would be Demon Matteo Nightwhisper." He grinned at her and explained, "Demon because it was the name given to me by the pack, Matteo, because of the irony- I am being given a gift from a goddess and Nightwhisper to honor my new pack."

“No please stop!” I screamed towards Demonica. I am so scared seeing how Demonica is using her black whip that she created from her mist as she slash it into Queen Veronica’s bare back now full of whip wounds as Demonica sat on the king’s throne beside me. Queen Veronica is being held by a mist on her hands and feet spread open as her bare back is shown before Demonica as she whip the Queen’s back laughing so hard enjoying everything. Queen Veronica is whimpering in pain and her head as moving every time the whip hits her.

Luckily, a bloody footmark was stained on the morgue floor which made things easier for her. Mother was pregnant with me at this point of time and it was risky to use her powers. Conoscenza is a tricky spell that requires a lot of force and energy, and even the most powerful clan of witches usually faints after using it. But it was a witch’s duty to be one with nature – calm, resourceful, and to serve the people’s needs. She needed to do it, not minding the risks it had. She did it anyway, and found out that there was another witch that was behind the virus. The other witch was purposely peeing on dead mortals and resurrecting them without blood to be her army.

Energy whips through me, crackling over my skin and churning my blood as I chant silently into the night. “What…?” Amos gasps. His hands loosen around my neck. Greedily sucking in the heavy night air, I take the opportunity to speak the incantation aloud. The syllables slide out in a coarse whisper, echoing across the water in terse ripples. “​​From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.”