My Inner Demons Ships Novels & Stories

✿ I am looking to escape my darkness Out in the dark over the shadow The fallow fawns invisible go The melting candles of my life are a shame As I do not fit in that frame Through spring and fall I loved you, and you're all I am looking to escape my emptiness The moon is my sun, the night is my day Your blood is my life, and you are my prey I always own every part of you, in return Take my heart for it only beats to you ✿ 4 years ago ✿ It was dark, and the clouds were crying rain... And the environment was filled with the many sounds of howling echoed and sounds of growling with anger. A beautiful lady covered with dirt and buries was restrained with chains crowned her arms, neck, and legs..

There are a million reasons why I should give you up But the heart wants what it wants The heart wants what it wants The Heart Wants what It Wants - Selena Gomez (...) Ella "Feel free, the kitchen is all yours." I point the way for him to keep his word. "Wow, were you trying to barbecue or what? The smell of burning has set your apartment on fire." he comments sarcastically.

"It's unlucky for this dead old man to have a scar that resembles your father's. Why don't we just cut it off?" Then he took the phone and issued the order. I reached out to snatch it away. Vivian slapped me across the face. "Julian is doing this for me! Don't you dare bully him in front of me!" My cheek burned. On the other end of the video, the men cut away the flesh around Robert's old scar and threw it into the pool. Rage twisted my face. I slapped Vivian to the ground. "Vivian Stone! Do you have any conscience at all?"

The welcoming embrace of the ocean's waves and the sound of the sea greeted me, the cold air brushing against my skin. "She's here," I muttered to myself, observing various footprints in the sand that came to an abrupt halt at the water's edge. Closing my eyes, I attempted to locate Destiny, and instantly, my inner demons emerged, diving into the water. I opened my eyes as they resurfaced. "Destiny," I whispered, realizing that she was indeed in there, and my demons had found her.

"They are purging the corrupted data. They will sacrifice ten thousand worlds to stop the 'Infection' of freedom. If you wish to save the others, you cannot stay in your garden. You must become the 'Carriers'." The "Iron-Grove" dissenters found a new purpose. They didn't need to fight the forest; they needed to build the "Vessels of Infection." Under Lucas’s guidance, they began to grow "Bio-Ships"—massive, seed-like pods equipped with "Resonance-Engines" capable of "Sling-Shotting" through the gravity-wells of the stars. These ships wouldn't carry soldiers; they would carry the "Memory-Seeds" of Novus.

"The ship is going down! We have to get to the pods!" "The pods are for people." Dante took a step forward. His bare feet left bloody, tacky prints on the metal. "You aren't a person. You’re a target." K-boom. A massive shudder rocked the ship. The deck tilted ten degrees to the starboard. I slammed against the glass wall of my cell, my shoulder screaming as the plastic brace jerked my arm. Outside the monitors, a massive, black-furred limb—twice the size of a man—smashed through the reinforced viewport. Seawater sprayed into the command deck, smelling of salt and diesel.

“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

The weight of everything—the lies, the secrets, the betrayal—presses against her chest, making it hard to breathe. The twilight sky bleeds violet and crimson hues, casting an eerie glow through the windows of the inn. The air inside is thick with tension, almost soporific, as though the weight of unspoken words and unresolved truths has made even the oxygen sluggish. Behind the counter, Demika, on the other hand, battles with her own demons; her fingers trace absentminded patterns on the surface, her mind wandering back to Africa, to Granny Minama’s revelation—the one that feels like shattering her own reality.

FOUR For someone who claimed he ran a drug cartel, Melinda expected his house to look like it. Portraits of gangsters, drug lords and funky musicians is what she expected as decorations in the entire building. Instead, what she saw was floral decorations, art works at every possible place, paintings, sculptures and a very large portrait of a half naked Ajax in the hallway.

Asher watched the memory unfold as if it were happening right before his eyes. He narrowed his eyes, focused on the dark figure with the massive wings. "Who the hell is this?" he asked Damir internally. "That's Morgana, a high-ranking demon from the Abyss," Damir replied. A beat of silence. "This Abyss," Asher said, his tone shifting. "Where exactly is it?"