Demon Whispers の小説・ストーリー

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

As I walked into the large passage, I could hear a few low whispers coming from the invisible servants who were looking at us. An invisible spell was usually practiced by most demons in my kingdom no matter the age or strength. Although most used it and they couldn't be seen by others, I saw them perfectly fine and heard them clearly. "A nuisance." I said under my breath as the whispers instantly died down. As I went to the door of my chamber, I glanced at them furiously giving them a warning gaze. This was the first and last time they were going to open their mouths in my presence if they wanted to keep their heads.

I whispered. But Arnold continued mercilessly. “I, Alpha Arnold Reid of the Nightshade Pack…” My vision blurred. “…reject you, Leticia Hales of Frostfall Pack…” The mate bond snapped through my chest like something tearing apart inside me. “…as my Luna.”

My lungs could barely pull in air with him so close. I sighed deeply, trying to regain some control, some clarity. But it was useless. Daimon surrounded me from all sides—with his presence, his touch, his voice, his scent. I was sinking into him. It was then that I heard them. The whispers. They came with the wind, like an ancient lament, almost ethereal, wrapping around us. The temperature seemed to drop for a second, but his heat kept me alive. The whispers swirled around us, spinning like an invisible dance, scraping at the senses, and then a single word echoed clearly:

Victor whispered into her ear, his gravelly voice sending a wild shiver straight down her spine. In one swift, powerful movement, Victor stepped off the ledge and plunged directly into the deep end of the pool. A loud splash echoed through the room as the heated blue water swallowed them whole. The shock of the water hit Serena instantly. Panic, cold and blinding, exploded in her chest. She couldn't swim. The moment her head went under, she lost all sense of direction. The water felt heavy, pulling her down into the deep, dark abyss. She opened her eyes underwater, seeing nothing but glowing blue bubbles and Victor's massive, dark shadow holding her.

“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

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?"

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.

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.