Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

The man fell to the ground, screaming in pain while Ares just rolled his eyes and threw the eyeball on the ground and stomped on it because squatting in front of the man. He grabbed the man by the hair and lifted his head up so they were eye leveled. “I told you I don’t do second chances but you are someone I’ve known for so long so I don’t want to kill you off just like that but if you don’t find a way to get me rid of this demon the next time we meet, I won’t just be taking away your other eye but also your life. Got that?” He pushed the man to the ground as he stood up then turned to Cornelius with a groan.

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.

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.

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."

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.

My heart was racing as the dragon slowly opened its mouth, making me nervous and sweaty. And release some sort of breath. While my vision began to blur rapidly because of the fog slowly covering the entire floor. As my body became lost in the fog without resistance, I became confused and nervous. Suddenly, it burned all the way through my body and not even cinders could be seen as I lost all consciousness. "How odd that a Demon would have dragon blood running through his body? Well, I always keep my word. Demon Child, may this gift help you on your journey. Another lost soul."

My chest and head tighten, and I know that I am going to pass out if I don’t get air soon. I feel a presence beside me. Just as my arms and legs gave in and I started to sink, strong hands gripped my shoulders, preventing me from sinking further. ‘What are you doing? Breathe!’ Belphegor’s grip tightens. When I was having a hard time focusing, his hands flew to my cheeks, urging me to look at his frantic looking mask. ‘Focus. You can breathe. Come on. With me now.’ I see Belphegor’s chest puffing as he inhales and deflating as he exhales. He repeats the gesture, allowing me time to observe and copy the movement.

“I—I can’t—breathe—” “You can,” Damien whispered. “You’ve done it before. You’ll do it again. Follow me… okay?” He took her hands, placing them against his chest. “Match my breathing,” he said softly. “At your pace.” He inhaled deeply, slowly. Exhaled even slower. Devia tried. She failed the first time. And the second. But Damien stayed there, grounding her, not letting her retreat into the terror. He kept repeating her name—softly, gently—until she slowly started to match his rhythm.

he whispered in my ear and a jolt ran through my spine. His entire existence was creepy and now his proximity towards me was getting close every time. This demon doesn't seem to want some company after all. I shook my head and bit the meat. The metallic taste of blood made me throw up twice but I ended up eating the whole piece since I was starving for the last few days. Tears were rolling down when I chewed that raw shit but in order to survive, I had to do it. "Nice…" he uttered before leaving the cave again.