Demonic Gundam Novels & Stories

"Why are the weapons containing the spirits of the powerful demon race spirits here? It was Leviathan, now Chimera." “… [Hahahahaha… strong, you say? That stupid dog that just happens to be able to spit out small flames when it sneezes, you think it's a strong creature?]…” sneered Lucifer that took a few steps toward the Chimera and kicked the giant dog's belly very hard. Duakkkk!~ … The figure of a giant dog with three wings and a breath of fire floated back a few meters before returning to the spear that Damien was now holding.

Suddenly, the dive bar trembled. It wasn't the bass from the speakers. It was a massive, localized anti-gravity displacement happening right above them. The neon signs outside flickered and died. Through the grimy window, they saw a massive, serpentine shadow descending through the toxic rain. It was a Cyber-Dragon Gunship—a terrifying, hundred-foot-long mechanical beast made of polished black chrome and glowing red thrusters, bristling with heavy orbital-strike cannons. "ATTENTION ROGUES," a voice boomed from the Gunship, shaking the foundations of the entire slum block. "YOU ARE IN POSSESSION OF STOLEN DIVINE PROPERTY. SURRENDER THE DRIVE, OR THE ENTIRE SECTOR WILL BE FORMATTED."

MORDECAI The amount of dark energy that radiated off my mate made the hairs on my body stand up. His wings were eerily similar to Novu's and were the last thing I expected to see today. At least the horns I'd gotten a glimpse of during Litha when he emerged from the flames. 'Demon,' Dusk repeated for the umpteenth time. Gideon's eyes reopened and I gasped. His sceleras were completely black, with his iris a bright silver. Instantly his body language changed and he relaxed, gaining a devious smirk.

Her lungs burned with the thick, black sulfur-steam of the chasm, her long hair, now heavily streaked with sovereign silver, whipping violently across her face as she surveyed the absolute carnage of the layout. ​The three distinct front lines of her life had collided in a single, subterranean slaughterhouse. ​To her left, the giant, silver-furred form of Gideon, the ghost who had financed Damon’s empire with his own archived flesh, was a vortex of frantic, silver-and-steel violence. He was tearing through the zinc-plated armor of the First Register's iron automatons, his jaws dripping with black machine grease as he fought to clear a path toward his younger brother. But the automated legion

The door closed. Angry? Did I do anything wrong? Suddenly, I felt something in my right hand. I looked down. There was a dagger in my hand. Symbols began carving on the silver blade. And somehow, somewhere, I knew what they meant. “Marfóir Deamhan,” I whispered. The meaning came to me like a memory that was never mine. My voice cracked, as I translated the words. “Demon Slayer.”

The building was half-destroyed but the sub-levels were intact. They fought down to the core server room. The final guardian waited—a massive hybrid abomination, part machine, part flesh, tentacles fused with cables. The battle was brutal. Damian took a tentacle to the side. Alex was lifted by another, the child kicking wildly. But their love held. Damian drove the knife into the creature’s core. Alex fired the final shot. The kill switch activated. The fleet above began to destabilize—ships shuddering, energy beams flickering.

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

"Look what I made! This one is for you. It's a phoenix because Diana says that's what you are. A bird that comes back stronger after burning." I took the painted rock. It was beautiful in the way that children's art is beautiful. Not technically perfect but full of pure emotion and love. The phoenix was purple and gold with wings spread wide. "It's perfect, baby. Thank you." I hugged her close. "How are you feeling today?" "Good. Dr. Chen called. She's coming tomorrow to talk. But I feel okay. I'm not scared anymore." Emma looked up at me with those green eyes that were so much like mine. "The bad people can't hurt us now, right?"

Slowly the clasp popped and she grinned as I helped her open the lid. The air from years ago greeted us and we all craned our necks inside to see. I laughed as Samantha squealed. “My Gundam!!!” She reached in and pressed the button on its chest and its wings popped out. “It needs batteries though.” I glanced inside next and my eyes went wide. “My old Iron Man!” I laughed, it was the one she gave me years ago. We put them inside so they wouldn’t be lonely. And then Chris tried to be stupid and take it out... Samantha threw him in.