Demon Ships Novels & Stories

The white text—INITIALIZING EXCLUSIONARY ISOLATION PROTOCOL—fractured into meaningless vertical lines of dead code before going completely dark. Outside the shattered dome, the effect was instantaneous. The three battleships let out a synchronized, metallic groan that shook the low clouds. Their white navigation lights flickered, died, and then restarted in a low, disorganized amber emergency pulse. Their prows drifted wide, caught by the high-altitude gale, completely stripped of their centralized coordination. They weren't an invading fleet anymore; they were just blind metal hulls looking for a port that no longer existed on their maps. "The diagnostic line..." Kemi breathed, her jaw drop

I stand on the high cliffside, my heart sinking as I count dozens of black-sailed war-ships closing in on our coastline. The vast expanse of the dark ocean below is choked with iron-clad vessels bearing the serpent insignia of Dawn Mercer's western syndicates, their towering masts slicing through the gray, turbulent sky like a forest of wicked blades.

Argadon hissed, but repeated everything I said, and the demonic part of me sensed that the number of demons next to the portals considerably decreased. The others left, only those who served Argadon remained. Did he expect I would let him release all of the dark rabble? And only when I felt a cold shiver, signifying a taken oath, did I allow the gates to open wider, and Argadon’s posse to pass through. What were they like? In a word, creepy. Chimeras with flaming crests, human-headed snakes, odd-looking creatures like octopi bodies with jaws attached to them... There were many of them, and even I found it difficult to look at them. The demon seemed to grow even larger, and the fire inside hi

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

He was also friends with a few of the Enforcers. “Nah, how about we skip to the part where you’re running around, because I’m about to whoop your ass.” “I would, but I’m fucking tired.” “How do you keep doing that?” I asked when he suddenly ported behind me. “Shadow porting. It’s a common thing with demons. It takes energy to shadow port a long distance.” “Because it’s essentially you traveling as the black smoke?” “Yes, but with short distances like this, it’s not a problem.”

The thrill to try it earlier engulfed her, she looked around, no one was with her, Meena was asleep in little the room next to hers. She lit a lamp and sat on the table to read the book. Opening it, she found out there were so many things people could summon; witches, demons, angels, fairies...she searched for the guardians, it was hard to see because the book was very old. Guardians of the light as it was called, beings who protect the interests and happiness of their masters who called them.

It was a stark contrast to the desolate ruins she had left behind. Amongst the city's architectural wonders were five distinct castles, each more magnificent than the last. These castles, with their towering spires and intricate carvings, stood as the guardians of the Demon City. Each castle had its own unique design, symbolizing different aspects of the demonic hierarchy and culture. The grandest of these castles, situated at the heart of the city, was their destination. Each castle seemed to pulse with a life of its own, the walls glowing faintly with the energy of the demon world.

The little mouse shouted with its small throat. Banyu Sangkala tried to get closer. Ki Janggan Nayantaka's white whale and dozens of white eagles disappeared. The ship owner immediately ordered his men to set the sails. He would lean his sailing ship into the harbor. "What's going on?" Ki Janggan Nayantaka seemed to see something from the direction of the dock. "Wh-what's a demon?!" Dewi Sari Kencana was shocked when she realized what was there. "What? A demon?" Asura tried to see it. He used his demon eyes and made his vision able to see into the distance.

It wasn't a broadcast from me; it was an intrusion. I stood up, my gaze fixed on the horizon where the black ocean met the gray ash of the sky. Dante stood beside me, his hand resting on his pistol, his eyes narrowing. A massive, unflagged obsidian ship appeared on the horizon. It didn't emerge from the clouds; it seemed to tear its way through the very fabric of the atmosphere. It was ten times the size of the messenger ship, a floating fortress of dark metal and silent power. "They're back," Dante hissed, his knuckles white. "Get inside, Ivy. Now."

And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s. A sickening, wet sound filled the air as he sucked the life force from the human's body. My stomach churned, horror freezing my limbs. All my life I've only heard stories of them – Demon alphas who occasionally traveled from pack to pack, feasting on the life forces of humans, shifters or any other supernatural being just to increase their lifespan. Whether I had believed or not back then, I couldn't tell, but with what I had just seen, belief was an understatement of what I felt thrumming through my veins.