Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

"AHhhhhhhh!!" Vosvak screamed, his voice breaking the stillness of the room, a raw cry of pain that rang out through the empty stone walls. His body shook with wild convulsions, blood bursting from the deep fissures which scarred his flesh as if the very essence of his soul was being ripped asunder. His veins throbbed with a putrid black ichor, the toxin of the dark sorcery now coursing through every part of his body. His bones creaked and splintered, reforming in response to the demoniacal energy he had called upon.

Her face was beginning to get pale and red due to the lack of air. Her lungs were getting more heavy with time making her body compulse. Damien only glared at her with gritted teeth while strangling her. Emma's eyes were beginning to get blurry as her body wasn't getting any air. He then moved his face towards her. "YOU WANT TO SEE THE PYSCHO IN ME RIGHT?! THEN YOU WILL SEE THE DEMON IN ME FROM THIS MOMENT HEREON!!!". He screamed and spatted on her face. Here's a long update for you guys thanks to one of my constant readers of this book. Don't forget to leave a like and comment and also to follow my page. Till then. Bye.

Hot blood welled up around my fingers, soaking through the cloth in seconds, but I kept my weight down, anchoring him to the stone. "Breathe for him," Kendrick ordered Dante. Dante pinched Damien's nose, tilted his twin's head back and forced air into his lungs. One second. Two seconds. Three seconds. A wet, choking gasp tore from Damien's throat. His body arched off the ground in a violent spasm, dark blood spraying from his lips onto Dante's bare shoulder. His chest rose, fell and hitched into a ragged, shallow rhythm that sounded like stones grinding inside a mill.

he tossed, as if using his power were as natural for him as breathing. Valens cried again as his other clawed hand pierced the flesh, staining his gray pants with dark red. I could barely breathe. My stomach churned, my body shuddering in terror. But the demonstration hadn't ended yet. This was Darcio's warmup before the grand finale. He drew a slow breath, his lips stretching into a demonic grin as he demanded, “Rip your heart out.”

A full, deep, fucking chuckle that made my nipples harden and my toes curl and my brain scream ride him, slut like a siren on repeat. “Damon,” I gasped, chest heaving, arms flailing like I could physically cool myself off by swatting at the air. “If you even breathe too close to me, I’m going to scream. My body is malfunctioning. I think I might actually come if you lick your lips. I’m not exaggerating. I’m clinically unstable right now.” “I know,” he said darkly, stroking one finger along my inner thigh without touching where I needed it most.

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.

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".

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"

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.