My Inner Demons Ships Novels & Stories

"Tell me what's wrong, Rhema" I murmured some gibberish to myself. "This is the problem. You won't talk to me and then you click the self destruct". She's trying to catch up with me on the curb. "Abroko wrote again and it's all about you. They are calling you an addict, you're addicted to the Origin. They are calling the reason she was murdered Origin". "They can call me whatever they want".

Tears welled up, and she turned and fled down the hallway, the sound of her bare feet slapping against the hardwood fading into the distance. Lucas stared at the empty doorway, the echo of his own voice ringing in his ears. A wave of guilt washed over him, mixing with the hot anger that had been simmering all night. He took another swig, then another, and another. He lost count of how many bottles he emptied. The room started to spin, the edges blurring. He pushed himself to his feet, the world tilting precariously. He lurched forward, his hand outstretched, searching for something to hold onto.

he queried, standing up from the yoga mat. “A demon…” I paused as his eyes swiveled abruptly to me. I could see disbelief etching on his face as he sat on a chair opposite me. “Yes, Epsilon, a demon trespassed our pack, defiling the rules of morality and entering into my mate’s room,” I explained. “What?!” I sensed terror in the voice of the Epsilon. “Yes, Epsilon. He came to see Muriel. I got him captured and he escaped. How can I destroy him? How can I ruin him completely?” I queried eagerly, vengeance laced in my voice. The Epsilon was mute for a moment.

And she wanted him to overcome this – like how she overcame the traumatic experiences from her past. And she felt that burning sensation creeping into her system… until everything went black. *** POV: Denvereaux Thorne “No! Denver! Wake up! Denver!” He could hear Shea’s voice… but it was just so faint. He tried to open his eyes, but it was just so heavy. Then, his heart began to pound at a faster pace as it suddenly hit him. Something like this had already happened in the past. ‘My inner beast!’ He mentally thought. ‘No!’ He tried to scream at the top of his lungs.

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."

The interior of the shipyard was a sprawling, industrial hellscape of towering crane scaffolds, smoking fuel reservoirs, and the frantic, chaotic scramble of thousands of retreating cartel enforcers. The Aethelgard Tyrant rose out of the central dry-dock cradle like a monstrous mountain of non-reflective black steel. Its massive long-range railgun turrets were turning erratically, their automated target-finders completely blinded by the purple data-rime we had printed across the harbor. "Intruder registry detected!" the ship’s synthesized voice boomed from the overhead sirens, its binary frequency screeching with systemic panic. DRY-DOCK CRADLE COMBUSTION: PROTOCOL ACTIVE.

I recoil from the sight, my eyes narrowing as I will myself to continue looking, and suddenly the planet implodes, scattering the dark matter over the Milky Way. The sound of silence sweeps through the Arena. The beautiful stillness of emptiness. The planet imploding was over within seconds. “Something's not right,” Miya murmurs as she opens her eyes and raises her head to the sky. I look up, squinting as I try to see what she sees. “The shield is active, bonetta.” I lower my gaze and look at her. “There are ships. Six of them. Female and younglings. The government. Human…"

Chapter 27: Talk She wore her troubled past like scars- she had been through battle. And though no one could see her demons they could see the face that conquered them. *************** My head throbbed painfully and I found it difficult to open my eyes. I could hear voices arguing. "Why should I even trust you? You're probably a psychopath who resembles her deceased brother because of some weird coincidence!" "For the last time, I am her brother!" "You're an ever bigger asshole if that's true! How could you abandon her like that? You coward! Do you even realize what you put her through? She almost got killed because for you!"

Usually, Delldora's heartbeat is very weak, almost inaudible because his blood is flowing abnormally, different from ordinary humans. "Of course, aren't you a demon?" It was the first and only word that stuck in Delldora's head as soon as he opened his eyes as his “new” self. He doesn't remember what happened before. And only the word 'demon' immediately flashed into his head. Delldora stared at the reflection of his face that was reflected in the mirror. Sharp jaw with a firm curved nose. Almond-shaped eyes with light brown irises that will turn a blood red color once he 'turns'. And of course, perfect red lips and chin.

* Noah after a while was already conscious after what the nurse gave him, he raised his head and looked to the sides to see who was in the place, it was just lonely, the nurse was not in the place. Noah with a lot of anger sat on the bed to try to get up, but when he did it again by the devices he had he was pulled backwards, he had no strength at all, but his anger was greater so much that he tore the serum from his vein and other things he had on and as he could holding on to the wall he got up little by little from the bed, he walked to a painting which was in his room, being there as he could, half stupid by the medicines he removed the painting and opened a safe he had in the place and