Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

she was surprised, as before she knew it, she was choking on her words. She was in the air and her staff fell from her hands as she struggles with her hinged breath, she look towards the throne to see who exactly was choking her, and she saw the demon, his shut eyes now wildly open, the color of his eyes blood red with the darkest smile she had ever seen, the demon with the ram head look so creepy and scary to her with those wicked smile on his face.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

The horrid sight and odor have my gut retching to the pit. That’s it! I have had enough of this shit! Damon is a demonic incarnate of whoever the devil in hell might be. My tail of courage tucked between my legs in cowardice, creeps slithering down my spine and the large part of my brain screaming at me to get the hell out of here before someone might catch me sneaking in this place. However, as I was about to abandon this petrifying quest, the sound of metal clacking caught my attention. Snapping my neck to the source, my heart sank to my feet with what I saw.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

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.”

For a moment, the only sound I heard is heavy breathing. It's the sound of my heaving chest, Thorne's ragged breaths, Lucius's and Damien's low growls. My thighs are still tingling when Damien speaks, "Again. Both this time." I turn to look at him and the look that meets me is.... Terrifying. Damien's eyes are wild, his brown eyes swirling with something like a storm. His knuckles are white and tight as he strokes himself. His eyes hold my gaze for a moment and I swallow.

I went back to hugging myself, my breast always gets into the of my self hugs. "Why would they call me, I have nothing to do with Lola", someone whispered behind me, their breath is hot on my neck. I move a bit to prevent the mouth heat from touching me and they move aswell, so close their knees were pressing into the back of mine. I turn so fast I give myself a whiplash. "Chill, Ben-Harry". Daniel Jegede. His voice why didn't I recognise it at first. "Daniel, why are you there? You weren't called". Ms. Angeline's nasal voice rang.

He asks with a growl as he grabs me tightly on my throat, choking me! “De..de..” I try to say, but only muffled noises can be heard. Demetrius wants to strangulate me to death! Is this how I'm going to die?! I can feel my heart beat increase rapidly, my eyes rolling uncontrollably as I struggle to catch my breath. But, it feels as though breathing is the most impossible thing to do at this moment. I keep gasping for air, opening and closing my mouth countless times like a fish that has been brought out of water.

But they did not see— the demon prince. was still breathing.