Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

the look of accusation. "I-" I stumbled walking away from the two while they moved closer towards me. "P-please...p-please" I begged as darkness started to overshadow me. "DO IT...DO IT EZHIL...END IT ALL" the demonic voice screamed making me snap my eyes open. My mouth opened gasping for air as I held the sharp item with tightness ripping open my flesh as blood trickled down to the marbled floor ruining its shine.

I arch my back. "Shh! Baby." He whispers. He speeds up and I start building up and seconds after I explode on his hands screaming his name. He retreats his fingers and makes no other move, "Why are you stopping?" He has left me a panting sweaty mess, "All in good time baby, sweet dreams." Fuck.

He tried to remove it, but he could not. "What have you done?" The entire place trembles in fear as his voice overpowers the noise. The people started to bow their heads on the anito. They are asking for salvation. The head of the dragon started to bite each other. "I will haunt you in our next life! You'll pay for this," says Kalantiaw. Kalantiaw feels demonic prowess is trying to kill him. He had been struggling hard to breathe until he kissed the ground — lifeless. Did she succeed? Or, she just thought? Her body stiffened as she began to lose the ability to breathe. The next thing she knows is closing her eyes as she falls to the ground.

My limbs were lead weights, unresponsive, disconnected from my brain's desperate commands. I could taste blood, it filled my mouth every time I tried to breathe. My chest burned, each inhale shallow, ragged. The air wouldn't come properly anymore. My lungs felt like they were full of something thick and wet, drowning from the inside. Every breath was a fight I wasn't sure I could win. Lucas's hands were on me, pressing down hard enough that I should've felt pain, but instead there was just pressure.. His voice trembled as he spoke, words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "Stay with me, Damon! You're fine… you're gonna be fine!"

She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers. A man and three other people walked in. They were dragging some dead bodies in, holding the dead bodies in their right legs. Blood was flowing from the dead bodies that were been dragged. The man, more like the leader of the group sat on a vacant chair next to Amelia's. "Look what we have here. You sure do have eyes for good things" he said as he sniffed her hair. "Nice hair". "What do you expect, Derek?. It's been a while by the way".

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

The scent of the demon was stronger now, a sharp, acrid odor that filled the air. The demon stood in the center of the hut, unmoving, like a grotesque statue. Claud approached it slowly, every sense on high alert. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the demon’s cold, unyielding flesh. For a moment, it remained lifeless, and then suddenly, a voice echoed through the air, commanding it to attack.

I nodded my head he said "then call by my name" I smiled and asked "why you dont want me to wake demon boss he is sleeping on cold floor what if he gets ill" he said "it's quite rare for him to sleep" I kept a strange face he said "he is not what all see he is different to be franm he is pitiful he cant feel anyone's touch, he can't sleep, he can't eat while enjoying taste, he won't see his face in mirror, he hate crowd, last but not least he can't experience feelings due to alexithymia syndrome"

Baby Levi grows restless in his cradle as his little eyes follow the movements of his mother. Her lilting voice resonates around us as she begins to chant the words to a spell. “Fae in hoc daemone profunde con- tineant virtutes. Dcemon tantum latus eius floreat et crescat.” The air around her moves more furiously with every word that she chants. Her hair flies around her, slapping her in the face like a whip. The candles spread out in the room blowing out, plunging their world in darkness. Voices appear in the background, chanting one word over and over. “Occultare. Occultare. Occultare.”

It might be but that wasn’t a reason to spend it without honor. I slowly touched my wrist with a plain old dagger. No need for ceremonial knives here. My blood, black in the light of the moon, dripped onto the ground, and the candles set in the corners of the hexagram lit up in unison. And then I summoned them. Not with my words, or spells, or my voice, but with my demonic blood.