Devil Whispered In My Ear Novels & Stories

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

“Every night. I heard every moan, every time you whispered my name while your fingers were buried inside that pretty little pussy.” My face burned with embarrassment, and I pulled my nightgown down, trying to cover myself, but it was pointless. He had already seen everything in the dream. “This is wrong,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “You’re… you’re the Devil. My mother says you ruin girls like me. My whole tribe fears you, and I shouldn’t even be talking to you.”

I whispered under my breath, pressing the heel of my hand against my temple. Stiles looked up from Mael, his brow furrowing. "Did you say something?" "No," I lied quickly, forcing a fake smile. "Just... the food is really good. Thank you." But it wasn't just a headache anymore. A sudden, violent wave of dizziness washed over me. The crackling fire in the hearth seemed to blur, the orange flames smearing across my vision. My heart began to hammer a frantic, erratic rhythm against my ribs. It felt like my blood was slowly turning into boiling water.

I tried to move, to lift a hand or even twitch a finger, but nothing happened. My body betrayed me, shutting down inch by inch, the sedative clinging like a lover I couldn't shake. But my ears worked fine, sharp in the haze, catching every pitiful sob, every ragged breath from the shadows. The sounds sharpened into something more structured, rhythmic. Voices—deep, male, laced with excitement and greed—rose in the distance, numbers thrown like weapons. “Fifty thousand!” one barked. “Seventy-five!” another countered, the words overlapping in a frenzy.

I tried to hide it—I forced my lips into a sneer, tilted my head slightly like I was bored and rolled my eyes. "She’s bluffing!" I snapped, forcing steel into my voice. "Trying to turn this whole thing around because she’s cornered." But my hands… my hands wouldn’t stop trembling. My mind was racing. What the hell is verbena water supposed to do? I had no idea. I hadn’t studied anything about the devil's scent—why would I? I didn’t need to. Memphis never mentioned this. He never warned me. I had trusted him, blindly. Foolishly.

That was the moment, she stopped breathing altogether. The thing trailed towards her ear. She bit into her lip. "This prayer is ineffective against the devil, sweetness" he purposefully whispered in an ominous and threatening tone. She gasped, then whimpered causing his smile to widen to several degrees. Devil? she would have shrieked in horror if not for the devil breathing on her neck, literally. "Le..leave," she squeaked, still not opening her eyes. Sister violet had told her that those who sees devil or god with their own eyes, doesn't live another moment to tell the tale.

Hate that I can't stop it. *'Little Killer.'* The Devil taunts. Something… creaks. Footsteps? Or maybe it's the Devil coming to drag me with it to the pit of hell. “Please just stop.” My voice cracks, and my face wets as tears roll down my cheeks. The creak sound works my ear faster, louder. It's coming for me. “Please—” My voice breaks, and I slowly back away. Make it stop. Make it stop. “Hey.. Are you okay? Can you hear me?” A distant voice that I've slowly become accustomed to, travels to my ear.

they also left oh god they left me with a devil alone and went off what I need to do right now while iam in my own thoughts he came near me his face is very close to me the moment he looked into my eyes my heartbeat is increasing what he is going to do but he removed a small leaf from my hair oh god I thought something else he whispered in my ear "are you expecting me to kiss you" god he is really a playboy I said "who wants your kiss" he said with a evil smirk on his lips "you may be you wants" I said "stop messing with me" he smiled and said "thanks" I asked "for what" he said "for making me realize"

“A-Aurora… that bitch… she’s back! She’s alive! She called me… she said she came back from hell to haunt us! To haunt us for what we did! I saw her, Richard, I swear! A silhouette, right there in the doorway! She’s back! She’s back!” Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she shivered uncontrollably,scanning the shadows for a specter only she could see.

I heard the devil yelling something in Russian and then everything turned silent only the sobbing of that boy and my heavy breathing could be heard in that room. I left an arm around my shoulders and I ready to shout again but before I could the devil's voice came. "Shh it's me." as soon as his voice came I suddenly felt calm instead of getting angry on him. I leaned at his chest and he caressed my head. My eyes were still closed but I felt his caress that boy's head also on which he hide his face in the crook of me neck. I heard the devil sighing. "Let's go home and then we will talk." he said and ushered me out of the room.