Demon Slayer Ships Novels & Stories

All through this seaborne Carnage, Damon kept his cool as his ship "Lycans Wrath" ploughed on steadily through the high sea, wasting no time to battle with most of the human ships as Damon Silverclaw had sighted Harold's command ship and ordered his crew to sail straight for it. Any enemy ship that attempted to attack Damon's battle barge was quickly dispatched to the bottom of the sea under a hail of cannon fire. "Signal man, report" Harold barked as he walked into the bridge of "Grey Thunder" with his bloodied arm,

We were horribly outnumbered. "He is bringing the dreadnoughts too," Kaelen added grimly. He pointed a shaking finger toward the center of the golden line. Massive, towering silhouettes were beginning to materialize through the ocean mist. They were Aurelian siege ships, coated entirely in heavy gold plating. They moved slowly, crushing the thick ice floes beneath their massive reinforced hulls.

"And what of the shipyards at Port Valen, Your Grace? The merchant guilds are demanding to know the allocation of the remaining moon-gem reserves." Natalia leaned forward, her silver gaze locking onto the elder. "The shipyards no longer belong to the guilds. They are requisitioned under the Royal United Guard. High Alpha Torin and Commander Cheryl are currently converting the docks to handle the construction of twenty heavy-armored iron-clads, reinforced with northern pine and powered by the reclaimed Abyssal cores Vance secured from the flagship." The room went completely silent as the true scale of her ambition hit the assembly. She wasn't just defending the kingdom; she was preparing to p

I opened my heart and let the gold smoke flow through my arms. I clapped my hands together. A wave of pure, white light—the souls of a thousand Omegas—shot upward. It hit the golden ship like a tidal wave of stars. The ship’s artificial soul-engine groaned. The gold plating began to melt. The warriors on deck fell to their knees as the memories of the people they had killed flooded their minds. "The ship is going down!" Chloe screamed, grabbing onto the railing. "No!" Damon yelled, trying to hold the helm. "I am the King! I am the—"

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.

"Smoke's clearing a bit to the west. Wait... ships. Lots of them. Ezra, confirm?" Ezra whistled low. "Holy crap. Lila's launching everything. Hybrid warships, at least thirty. Big ones with those weird glowing cannons. They're heading straight for Blackthorn waters." I strained my eyes against the glare. Sure enough, from our height the flee,t looked like a swarm of steel predators cutting through the waves far below. "She's going all in. Kenji, can you get us closer without being spotted? I need to see their formation."

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?"

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

Elsa looked up from the financials and nodded. “Well, did you know that our Luna is gaining one too? Some of the guards were talking to me in passing… how if it wasn’t for him Alpha would have probably killed us? Alpha Samantha is not very merciful they said… even Gamma Oliva told William… when the Demon is raging, only the Angel of SilverFang can stop her. ~~~

Ashr glanced over at the ship and grinned devilishly. "If it was once red then the previous owner was the Orion king, Sepharious. Is this truly his old craft? I know you can't legally disclose that information but, If you can prove that it is, I'll pay you double what you're asking," The dealer was befuddled and started wringing his hands. He was telling Ashr to come to the office to check out the ship's documentation. I waited outside when he went inside. I walked around the docked ships and looked more closely at the Phantom. I ran my hands across the smooth metal and marveled at the aerodynamic curve of its shape. It was built to slice seamlessly through the cosmos. I watched Ashr exiting