Demon Whispers Novels & Stories

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

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?"

The pain was crushing his bones, could be heard, his scales slowly scorching as his eyes looked at Alexander in terror, knowing his end had come. “Bael sent her where? Demon!!” Alexander growled, bolstering his inner force on the demon whose scales charred into ashes slowly, giving him the most agonizing pain. “I-I don’t know, my king. I was ordered to distract you, ”said the demon with great discomfort and remained as a demon until the last second before turning into ashes, gathering as a mound of soil. Until Alexander disappeared, and the shape of the demon’s body remained to kneel with unfortunate eyes.

Clea was too shocked to say anything. "You're a descendant of the Goddess Fló. A sworn protector of this town and the towners. A witch that became a demon. Ohalo is awakening the formerly asleep demon energy in you." "Demon?!" Kali exclaimed again. Clea was shaken. She didn't even know what being a Demon meant. There was no way for her to believe it since she didn't even understand. No wonder. It was close to what Kali theorized;

Then, he finally spoke. “There’s a demon who lives here,” he said, his voice lower now, more serious. “He’s…acting strange. He had a human victim once, but before he could finish what he started, the Walkers kept interfering. Eventually, started acting strange and was banished from the faction cause he couldn’t reach his quota.” To be continued…

They walked towards another door, a red one this time. This was smaller than the other but activities were still as intense. Cassie watched in awe, her mouth open like a dog in a slaughter house. In the center, a raised platform served as the focal point. Spotlights bathed it in harsh white light, illuminating a scene that made Cassie's breath catch. A muscular man, his face obscured by a wolf mask with glowing amber eyes, stood over a bound submissive. She was strapped to a St. Andrew's cross, her limbs spread wide, chains rattling softly with each tremble. Her mask was a delicate butterfly design, iridescent wings framing her flushed cheeks. The dominant cracked a bullwhip in the air, the

And most of all, we learn that real love, whether romantic, platonic, or self-given, asks us to show up honestly, love bravely, and choose ourselves without apology. Let this be a reminder: Even broken hearts can whisper. And even whispered hearts can love again. Summary: In a world where love is often loud and fleeting, The Whispers of Heart tells the quiet, deeply personal stories of four souls daring to love bravely. Davina, a thoughtful introvert, rediscovers passion with a man who sees beyond her silence. Emmy, vibrant yet guarded, opens herself to joy and heartbreak but learns to choose herself. Sofia, wounded by betrayal, finds healing in an intense connection that vanishes with the m

Angelic Demon episode 14 A phone call interrupted the sad atmosphere. They were all sitting on an arm chair in Roderigo's room. Hands on their cheeks, tapping their feet closely, they were too worried to go home. There is a killer on loose. This was not there first time working overnight so it was not a big deal to them. The last time they worked overnight was when an antique was stolen in a museum. The collected who reported the incident got killed as well as other people. The investigation lasted for months and they all lost something very valuable to the killer. The thought of losing again made them shiver.

I assure him softly, brushing my thumbs over his skin rhythmically. He draws in a deep breath. “It’s working.” “What other spirits are you seeing?” I try to keep my eyes pinned to his face, instead of letting them drift as if I can see them all around us, listening in to our conversation, probably whispering about me and how a Demon shouldn't be with an Angel-blood. Just like Atari. “There’s a young boy, who tells me incoherent stories. He likes to gossip, to tell me what others are saying when they are out of my earshot. He’s one of the only ones I can communicate with," Kastriv explains slowly.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”