Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

he demands, advancing on the Demon. I can't see the Demon's face. His head hangs lopsided off his neck and from where I'm standing it doesn't look like he's breathing. Dominic gets close enough to reach out and push on his shoulder but the Demon doesn't move. Dominic glances back at me, making sure I haven't moved, I'm sure, then shifts his feet, kicking the side of the Demon's shoe. The movement must have awakened him, or he was totally faking it, and he slowly raises his head.

His hands find my neck, and he presses it to the pillow, choking me. I kick my feet in the air, struggling to breathe as I stare the demon in the eye. I am pleading with all my body, all my existence, but he doesn’t let go. Slowly, I start to feel like my consciousness is drowning, and that’s when I wake up, screaming and hugging my pillow, “Oh shit!" I nearly remove the roof with my screams, "Thank you, God! Thank you, Mary, Mother of God! Thank you, Joseph, stepfather of God. Thank you, Gautama Buddha! Thank you for working together to show me mercy!” I voice, gasping so hard it sounds like I’m still choking. My bed is soaked from sweat, the corner of my eyes stained with unshed tears, and

"Ally has Kucreanod." Rose blinked, suddenly aware of how little she knew of demon health. "What's that?" "It's a very deadly disease that causes hearing loss, fever, loss of motor functions, and even death. More often then not, depending on a demon's biology, it skips to death. In her case, it might." "Yikes, any clue how she got it?"

Samael sits in a bigger waiting room than the bride's except the room is quiet, in a low temperature and not filled with deodorant scents and flowers There is an empty glass of wine in front of the small table and two other people standing not too far from him and another tied up in the air struggling silently in pain, The mood in the room of the room seems more cold that its temperature. As soon as Samael hears the sound music telling him ceremony has start, the demoniac look on his face disappear and Vada who is hanged up in the air fall down to earth in a loud bang.

I was so aghast when the demon grabbed him by his body and lifted him like he was some kind of a toy. I screamed when I saw him being squeezed by the demon and Xeno, who was perplexed to see what happened, jumped towards the demon and gave it a powerful kick on its chest. It flinched, making a few steps backward but it didn’t release Markan who is now struggling to breathe in its hands. “F*CCCCKKK!!!”

Only the vibration rattles in my chest like something trying to claw free. More footsteps—big ones—shake the floorboards. I feel them before I see anything. I scramble backward on my palms, heels slipping in blood that’s starting to cool and thicken. My nightgown is soaked through; it sticks to my legs like a second skin. Three demonkin fill the doorway. Bigger than the first one. Horns ridged with iron spikes, skin the color of old bruises, eyes like furnace coals. One of them—the tallest—sniffs the air, nostrils flaring. His lips peel back over yellow fangs when he sees me.

Excusing myself to a nearby shade, I equipped my Devourer's Mask and sunk into the shadows. 'I'll be the one to find that source of dense energy first.' At the thought of freely exploring this unbeatable quest, my heart pumped. Slowly the energy surrounding the area became so dense that the air was doubtedly breathable. [Critical Levels of Dense Energy are detected] [You are unaffected by the Demonic Fumes forming around the area] With what I remember, Demonic Fumes is highly potent air pollutant that can affect the nervous and respiratory system, and in worst cases; instant death]

Anastasia's POV The fire was brimming and scorching around the ceilings and walls, and debris was falling down on me. I was crammed into the corner where my grand piano was situated. As I ingested too many plumes of smoke, my nostrils flared up, almost suffocating me. I started to feel as if my landscapes were wobbling around me, and I felt a lightweight on my head, as if I was just about to enter a deep consciousness at any minute. I was crying and screaming while desperately hoping that I wouldn't be burnt down or smashed by the falling or flying objects.

He says as he inhales deeply again. I try not to shudder, but chills sweep over me and down my spine. I can feel his sadistic smile on my neck. He moves around and leans into my face, tracing his nose along my cheek. Dean slowly licks the side of my face. I freeze, my heart spikes again, and my breathing becomes harsh. “I still affect you don’t I darlin’?” he takes a long drag of his cigarette and blows the smoke in my face. I start choking on the smoke and try not to panic. Slowly, you can only breathe through your nose. So, stop coughing and start fucking breathing!