My Inner Demons Ships Novels & Stories

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After silencing them, we went inside further to the main laboratory and I showed Stefan all the artificial capsules hanging from the ceiling. "What the heck in the world this shit is? How would I never be able to find it when it was entirely in front of my eyes?" He was flabbergasted. "The experimented humans were kept inside these capsules for how long. Stefan, I remembered Karl saying that these ones were not like the previous ones. I didn't get what he meant exactly but now, these demons are different from you and other demons." I was panicked and tried to come up with a solution to this.

He squeezed her jaw gently, his thumb pressing into her lower lip until she had no choice but to absorb his immense heat. ​"You are my weapon, Clara," Adrian whispered, his voice dropping into a low, possessive rumble that vibrated straight through her chest. "But you are also my only sanctuary. If they chip your steel, if they leave a single mark on your skin... I will tear this automated ship apart and sink it into the deepest trench of the Atlantic. Do you understand me? You belong to the Ice Demon. Not to the sea, and not to the ghosts of the Council."

Angry and flaring with fire one second, then gentle and tender the second. I don’t say anything to him. I lost my battle and I didn’t want to surrender to him at the same time. He backs away and clears his throat. “I was wondering, why didn’t alpha evil make you submit to be a part of his pack? Wouldn’t it have been easier to communicate with each other through the mind link?” he asked curiously. “I don’t know, you’re right it would have been easier for him, but thank the goddess he didn’t. The thought of hearing his voice inside my head fills me with horror. Not to mention he would instantly figure out that I betrayed him to you just from the sound of my voice”

"Can your light reach the lead warship's primary core from here?" Lyra stepped up to the edge of the parapet, her boots planting firmly on the snow-slick stone. She looked up at the lead dreadnought—the Dominion, a giant three-tiered warship bristling with heavy anti-mana turrets. Through the thick steel hull, her divine solar sight could perceive the dark-silver mana core humming at the center of the ship, driving its gravity-defying engines.

Horror filled them, except Slaemann who savored the spectacle with relish. ‘This is the crib of the damned’ intoned the guardians. ‘And why the hell is the hell of murder our stop. The crib of the damned souls. The volcano! The damned. Pray he wasn’t a whitewashed tomb lest we might spend longer years here.’ they panicked ‘But he’s never harmed anyone.’ Emre tried to explain

’ She thought and the physical pain she experienced earlier vanished. “Don’t destroy your phone because we can use that video to blackmail them.” Her inner wolf scolded her, right away, then she calmed down a bit. Letting go of the gadget. “How?” She got curious about what her inner wolf’s plan was, as her enticing and confident voice took her attention. “Twin werewolf mates are forbidden and if we can make them separate from each other, then we can have Leo for ourselves.” “Separate them, how?”

Into his child. Finally, he nodded. “Then we go to them. On our terms.” The Mother Ship Mia pulled up the satellite feed again. The massive silhouette sliced through the Atlantic like a predator. It wasn’t a normal ship. Its structure was angular, brutal—an artificial island armored in plate metal and pulsing with internal energy. Cole stepped beside her. “That thing is the size of a small city.” “It’s worse,” Mia murmured. “It’s a floating fortress. A neural server. An AI womb.”

Jasmine I am at sea again and staring at the burning town. I try to see if I can tell exactly where this is when I see it. It is Hill Village. The tiny heaps of sand that make the landscape hilly are visible, and I also know that the place isn't landlocked. There are phantom ships at the shore; I can see through them. That is why I can access the burning land. I look at the phantom vessels again, and suddenly, they are visible and opaque, obscuring the view of the burning land. There are hundreds of them, and troops are leaving them to get on the land.

Noone on board the ship that the three traitors are on move to see what is happening. I watch as three ships sink as I wiggle my fingers and the waves consume them. Not taking my eyes from Carter, he looks at me with a blank expression. I lift my hand and point my finger at him. “You are a traitor. You will die a traitor’s death.” I throw my head and shriek loudly into the sky as the winds pick up and swirl around the ship and I smile as it groans under the weight of the wind. Metal twists and comes alive. The darkness seeps from my fingertips and swirls around me.