Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

- In what angus, never get used, leading to death. - So, yes, a cough compared to which all others seemed signs of magnificent and healthy vitality, the cough of awakening the spiritual power of the constant and demonic presence. Since in today's world, many people have the so-called allergy to the devil, it begins with a cough entirely devoid of pleasure and relief, which does not come in regular fits, but sounds as if someone were wallowing weakly and horribly in the mire of organic rot. - See this, that's how it starts, yeah. Emil said.

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

The only sound that is heard from him is a sharp intake of breath at periodic intervals. Brandon is tempted to employ harsher techniques, but he knows that the demon will not survive it. Methods such as electrocution, electroencephalography, and haemokinesis can get him what he wants, but for some reason which he cannot fathom for the life of him, he does not want the demon to end up dead. Yet his resolve to keep him alive weakens as getting the demon to provide him with answers proves to be an Augean task.

Morning arrives without warning, but not with the soft light seeping through the curtains—it comes with the heat already burning beneath my skin before I even open my eyes. A heat that doesn’t come from the sun, but from them. Demon is behind me, his body pressed to mine as if, sometime during the night, we’d decided without words that there wasn’t enough space to keep us apart. His breathing is slow, deep, and every time he exhales I feel the tickle of his breath against my neck.

I staggered back, clutching my chest, vision flashing violet at the edges. Mother gasped. “Ivy…Calm down, stop and breathe.” But my breath came jagged, raw. The walls seemed to bend inward, the floor trembled under my feet. Something inside me clawed, desperate to rip free. And then, like a rope thrown to a drowning soul, Damon’s sigil lit up in my mind. That spiral curve, that deliberate breath, the grounding mark he pressed into my skin. I traced it into my palm with shaking fingers, inhaled once, twice, like he had taught me.

All three demons recoiled at once, as if an explosion had shoved them back. I saw fear in their eyes. Demons. Creatures of the underworld who fear nothing and no one. They were afraid of the disfigured omega who, five seconds earlier, had been a trembling bundle against a tree. Emili stood. But not the way a person stands. She *unfolded,* like a shadow stretching in reverse — fluid, unnatural. Her mouth opened, and a sound came out that was neither human nor animal: a deep hiss vibrating on frequencies that made every hair on my body stand on end.

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

The male demon moved his eyebrows up and down, still quite strongly clutching Janice Valeria’s right upper arm. “What are you gonna do to me? Please let me go... Let me go... Please leave me alone... Please leave me alone... What are you gonna do to me? Help! Help! Help!” Really Janice Valeria shouted and screamed for nothing. “Hahaha... Just scream as loudly as possible... Just shout as loudly as you can... In this dark deep silent wood, in the hours like these, in the latest evening like this, nobody’s in sight; nobody can hear your screaming and shouting; nobody’s going to help and save you... Hahaha...” The male demon cackled loudly within his cynicism as well as sarcasm.

Noah's breathing was turning rugged. With the tight grip of the demon on his neck. His lips trembled and his face was blood red. Showing the supply of his oxygen was constrained. Yet despite his state. He doesn't beg those dark eyes for mercy. He knew he deserved this. He felt his insides churn seeing no hint of Hazel in them. With both the pupils and iris dark black. There was no white portion in her eyes. And he feared he may have lost her.

His eyes were filled with rage as he gripped my neck even more. I shook my head, gesturing a ‘no’ to him as I felt my body running out of breath. Tears poured from my eyes uncontrollably, my heart pounding hard against my chest. Just then, Damon removed his hands from my neck. I tried to regain my breath,breathing hard and crying at the same time. I felt my lungs drying up, my throat tightening, making it difficult to breathe. I struggled to catch my breath, the pounding of my heart echoing in my ears.