Demon Ships Novels & Stories

Bella whispered, savoring the silence of the place and the color of fire on the sun. “I have killed many angels in this place, and the place became cursed. No human can come unless the human is brought by any angel or demon,” Alexander confessed, recalling the blood he shed and the wings he tore. It was dark days, and the commotion was created by Lilith when she was thrown out by Adam and displayed her desire for him to be a demon. Isabella’s heart dropped as she gulped the tension, knowing the place under her feet witnessed such a war between demons and angels.

In its place descended a shadow that blotted out the aurora borealis. It was the Fenrir’s Fang. I had seen Council warships before. They were sleek, corporate, efficient. This was not that. This was a floating cathedral of gunmetal and hate. It was shaped like a jagged spearhead, bristling with enough heavy ordnance to level a small continent. The engines hummed with a frequency that vibrated the fillings in my teeth. "That's not a ship," Ben Carter yelled, clutching his briefcase to his chest. "That is a capital asset depreciation nightmare! Do you know the fuel costs for hovering something that mass in atmosphere?"

"Show me." The captain bowed and started walking fast ahead. We didn't have to go too far because he pointed at a large residential apartment complex partially on fire and I saw the giant letters spray painted in red. "Death to the Moon Goddess vessel." I read the large text.

The morning after Inquisitor Vane’s ultimatum, the Blackwater River looked like a graveyard of iron. Three massive Southern warships sat anchored in the center of the flow, their steam vents huffing rhythmic clouds of grey smoke into the pristine mountain air. They were "teeth" of a different kind—not bone and sinew, but coal and steel. ​Rhea stood on the battlements, her fingers tracing the rough stone of the manor. Beside her, Elias was a statue of suppressed fury. The grey-gold veins on his neck pulsed in time with the thrumming of the ships' engines.

Noah stammered, the world starting to tilt. “Demon?” Kael’s eyes were full of love and gentle, patronizing concern. “When did I become a demon? I’m a perfect human male and I’m yours.” Before Noah could pull away, Kael leaned in and kissed his lips. It was a warm, soft human kiss; a violation of everything Kael was. “Babe, you seriously need to lay off the horror movies. You’re scaring me.” Noah backed away in total shock. Kael would never do that. Kael couldn’t do that.

I place my arm around her shoulder again and despite her warning earlier, she relaxes into. “It’s Deamartos.” I wait to see if she knows who I’m talking about but she makes not indication that she does.”A demon general spirit lies on this very soil.” Back in the olden days he was a master at war a general who commanded many armies. He won many battles against the human armies. “It is said that when he died they buried him somewhere here in an unmarked grave. He was so harsh and strict his own people didn’t want his corpse anywhere near them.

"We're out. We're actually out." "Look," Jun whispered. Elara wiped her eyes and looked at the long-range Aetheric-Scanner. They weren't alone in the dark. Emerging from the shadow of the moon, and rising from the far side of the planet, were hundreds of other White Ships. They were of different shapes and sizes—some looked like floating cathedrals of glass, others like jagged shards of obsidian—but they all shared the same Architectural-Lineage. "Are those... survivors?" Mina asked, her voice trembling.

The scene projected wasn't a memory; it was happening now. The black ships we had seen on the horizon had reached the shore. They weren't empty. They were packed with Shadows, not the ink-monsters from the woods, but people. Thousands of them. They were pale, translucent versions of everyone the Shop had ever 'audited' or deleted. The ships were docking at the base of the North-Point Lighthouse. "They aren't coming to fight," I realized, watching the wall. "They're coming to Checkout."

“A big one. The ships we saw in the harbor were just the scouts. My scouts on the ridge are reporting a new kind of fleet approaching from the West. They are not using steam or fire. They are moving in total silence. They are blacker than the night, and they are eating the light as they move.” ​I turned my gaze toward the sea. My vision zoomed across the miles, piercing through the mist and the snow. I saw them. There were twelve of them, shaped like giant, obsidian needles. They did not have sails or engines. They seemed to slide through the air by erasing the space in front of them. As they passed over the water, the waves went flat and gray. The birds that flew too close simply fell from

I coughed sharply, lungs burning, as Vanessa hauled me up, her face bloodied but fierce, steady despite the chaos erupting around us. “We’re not done yet,” she growled. Kyle struggled with the damaged control terminal, fingers trembling as he rerouted emergency power.“Engines dead! Navigation offline!” he shouted, panic creeping into his voice. Damien’s dark eyes burned, focused and cold. “We hold this position—or we die here.” An Unseen Enemy Suddenly... The dark ocean shifted, cold and sharp, as massive steel hulls surfaced, silent and deadly. Warships. Their armored frames gleamed, missiles armed, searchlights piercing through the stormy blackness.