My Inner Demons Ships Novels & Stories

He knew his wife's identity but because she loved her, he kept it to his heart forever. ------ A battle between Damon and Thamer has about to end. Who will prevail? The evil one of the good one? Demons Within Me, demons living inside me. It was Thamer's concept about his identity. Now he must take control of the six demons who emerged from his demon soul in order to kill Damon or else, his demons will kill him.

As Esteria and the group made their way to the dining hall, the atmosphere was light, filled with the lingering satisfaction of their morning training. They were almost at the entrance when a sudden, eerie ripple disturbed the air around them. The group halted, senses immediately on high alert. In the blink of an eye, three water demons materialized before them. Their normally fluid, calm expressions were contorted with worry, their watery forms shimmering with anxiety. Before anyone could react, the demons' eyes locked onto Esteria, their concern deepening.

“I see things… strange things. Like my reflection isn’t really mine.” She looked at me with concern. “Ella, you’ve been through so much. Maybe you need to give yourself time to heal. Don’t let fear take hold.” But how could I? The more I tried to ignore the signs, the more insistent they became. --- One evening, I returned home to find my apartment door slightly ajar. My breath caught as I pushed it open, heart pounding in my ears. The room was untouched, not a thing out of place — except the mirror hanging in the hallway. Its surface was shattered, spiderweb cracks spreading out like fractured veins.

I swallowed hard as the question almost threw me off balance. “I don’t know. I have always accepted what I was told. That it was an accident. A car crash. But now… All these things are so strange.” He reached out, placing a hand over mine and his touch felt reassuring. “It’s strange indeed. We might have to get to the root of things.” “Well, I guess so,” I said softly. *** That evening, Derrick and I sat in the boutique. The envelope and its contents were spread out on the table between us.

I wouldn't last that long on the operating table without the medicine, which would mean that the research would once again come to a halt. I closed my eyes and turned away. I could feel myself on the verge of collapse. I didn't want to be a part of such experiments anymore, and I didn't want to be used as a tool for him to please Claudia anymore either. It hurt too much. I clamped a hand over my mouth and buried myself beneath the covers. Only a muffled voice escaped me. "I remember everything now, Miles. I won't sacrifice myself like this again. Give it up."

The only thing was that Jasmine blonde hair and her unusual silver orbs made her striking to look at, while for Aliyah, her dark blue orbs and black curly hair made looking at her calm one's nerves except she opened her mouth to speak. "You! You're still a puppet I see! There is no empire, no title, no palace and you're still serving and working under the shadows of this psych?! Really!" Aliyah spat bitterly but this only made Jasmine's eyes softened more. Everyone one could see a raging Aliyah but Jasmine was seeing a mentally traumatized person in front of her trying to make herself feel better by picking up on unnecessary topics. " Is anyone alive? Jasmine asked, reaching her healthy han

"A vampire." I tried to call the attention of the woman but it seems that she doesn't hear me. The vampire slowly approaching them. I shout out of lungs but I feel like I am invisible to them. I want to help them, run to them , but my feet suddenly froze on the spot. I'm not able to stay still where I stand. I can see the vampire approaching. He walked slowly, I felt very scared. Suddenly the vampire's mouth opened and the fang came out and was ready to devour them. I feel frustrated that I can't even help them. Gradually, I just closed my eyes because I couldn’t bear to see two innocent people die at the hands of a vampire. Crying was all I could do as I heard the screams and cries of the c

The protector declares in a voice gentle as the hurricane inside an ocean. "So, what do you have as an offering". I clear my throat, mustering myself to draw a gentler voice. “Thy protector- for mind I offer you my feelings, emotions, and memory of my beloved wife. You can take them forever, for now, she will be at your mercy. ” My ears perk. The flap of the wings intensified, black objects flying my way. The bats swirl around me, in circles emitting radiation that traps me. It crescendos, sucking my brains out.

Ink hoped it was a side effect of having a host of Demons swarming the decks and not something much worse. Heading for the nearest rail where he could see the state of some of the other ships, Ink wracked his brain for a solution. There had to be a way for him to find where Priest had gotten to. Without the tracking Mark, it was next to impossible to find him in this mayhem. "Fuck." Ink slammed his fist into the rail. The other ships were no better off. One of them was violently on fire. Another was missing its main mast. Hares were running and screaming. Most of the Demons seemed to be gone. But that didn't mean that the assault was close to done.

Vanessa’s sharp voice cut through the heavy silence: “That’s... impossible. She’s dead. We saw her fall.” Damien’s dark eyes hardened, jaw tightening. “We thought she was dead... before.” A War Reborn The screen shifted, displaying satellite footage of something massive rising from the depths of the ocean—a warship-like structure, sleek and armored, deadlier than anything we’d ever faced. Suddenly, static crackled through the secured comms, breaking the fragile silence. "You thought you ended me... but I was never yours to kill..."