Demon Whispers Novels & Stories

"She said it would not leave. She warned that the memory and the whispers would not leave until I warned you." "What was her warning?" "You are not to come looking for them." "Them?" Lord White inquired. He needed to be sure he meant the five whispers. "Yes. They are five. All beautiful goddesses, made from the sea, and the silence of trees. Seek out silence, and you'll find them in peace. Seek out trouble, or dare shout amongst trees, and you'll also find them. However, the latter wouldn't bode well for the person who does. The former, you will find them, and with love."

Beyond belief, her spirit had left her body and merged with another living being. And considering their bloody return when Whisper killed the demon in her room… She could still taste its foul blood in her mouth but was happy that no harm came to the people she loved. If anything, ever happened to them, because of her and the situation they found themselves in, she would surely die.

It took the demon whole five minutes to pull itself from the ground. Silence rained down on the clearing. All three of us stared at the clouded crimson eyes that stared at us. The demon sighed and ran a hand through his black waist length hair. Lisa's grip tightened on my arm as she whispered, "Holy shit." My mouth fell open slightly as disbelief clouded my eyes. I actually summoned a demon!? I mean... it was to be expected but the fact that it was actually done was mind blowing! I've never summoned a demon before! I've never even seen one in real life until now!

“Why don’t you come? Why won’t you leave? Come with us, be with me.” Their provoking continues as their voices are in a mixed tone of gentle, soft, deep, shallow, strong, and seductive. It’s echoing unto his mind as the voice giggles with the tone of a sinister embrace and a devil’s taunting desire. “I said stop!” Screaming in both pain and anger as the whispers got even worse and more. She finally drops into the middle and points out the fear that she is witnessing, as it is not like the first, nor the what’s next and unto the succeeding ones. Where their giggling tone only means one thing, the desire to be resurrected, yet using a vessel that is old enough, powerful enough, and has the lin

I whispered in his ear, trying to distract myself. "Yeah," He sounded hoarse, and cleared his throat, "Wrath demons are closely connected to vampires. It's a unique ability that we have. The rest of the demons will have to jump or climb down and hope they don't break their legs." Finally, we landed, my feet finding solid ground. Relief washed over me as I took a step back, distancing myself from Samael instantly.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

“I won’t fall for it.” She reached out, but before her fingers could touch mine, her image blurred and then vanished into the darkness. I gasped, staggering back almost falling to the ground. What the fuck was that? A demon? Suddenly, my ears picked up a low hum, coming from all around, its closing got louder as if they were coming closer, surrounding me. Dozens…no, hundreds…of voices whispering at once. “Ava…” an eerie voice called. A shiver ran down my spine, my heart racing.

Out of nowhere, we are surrounded by wolves, and I’m guessing that not a bunch of regular ones. “Demon wolves!” Jasper whispers, I almost forgot about his presence. And he is right, Killian must have summoned the demon wolves. MOTHERFUCKER!

"Please, someone, help me. I can't see. It's so dark." Amon's shadows pushed into the room first, illuminating it. The Whisper materialized in the center; it was a vaguely humanoid shape made of compressed sound waves. When it saw us, the woman's voice distorted into something cracky. "Help. Me. Please." Then it lunged. Amon caught it with his shadows, but the creature was slippery and hard to hold. I moved in from the side, and my knife found its core. It was a frequency generator. The blade struck true. The Whisper's form destabilized, sound waves scattering in all directions before it dissolved completely.

The villagers, their eyes vacant and their spirits broken, seemed lost in the clutches of the whispers. Kairos, channeling his years of experience, ventured deeper into the village, the whispers slithering all around him. He could feel them, this new strain, latching onto his fears and anxieties, weaving them into a tapestry of despair. But Kairos was prepared. He used the whispers as a bridge, allowing them to flow through him, understanding their construction and their intent. Days turned into weeks as Kairos navigated the treacherous landscape of the whispers, learning their secrets. He discovered a chilling truth – this new strain wasn't just manipulative, it was parasitic. It fed off ne