My Inner Demons Ships Novels & Stories

The vile hag staggered backward from the stench, covering her nose and gagging, "Ew! You little shit!" The six ungrateful brats quickly crowded around her. "There she goes with that same trick again! We're going to deal with you today, you little shit!" They advanced toward me, each wearing a malicious smile. Inwardly, I screamed, "Mom, save me!" Just when everything seemed hopeless, the warehouse doors burst open from the outside. Bright sunlight poured in. Dozens of uniformed, armed officers rushed in, flanked by Pete and our bodyguards. "Freeze! Police!"

I muttered under my breath as I stretched my arms. Thrakos chuckled in my head as my cock hardened. “Now?" he asked in a soft whisper. I clenched my teeth and nodded. "Now.” The runes on my arms glowed red as long chains burst forth from it, curling around me as they hit the ground. I took a step back, whipping the chain as the demons all raced towards me.

He saw what was happening inside me. "Cease the procedure," he commanded, his voice laced with a new, hungry intensity. "The preparation is complete. She is not just a vessel. She is a catalyst. She will do more than power the convergence. She will perfect it." The needle retracted. The agony ceased, leaving behind a ringing silence and a mind that felt both brutally violated and terrifyingly... clear. The pillars of my soul were still there, but they were now reinforced with cold, hard steel.

Behind him, the Outcast Legion—wolves who could shift mid-air into specialized combat forms—poured over the cliffs like a waterfall of fur and steel. Jace disappeared into a shadow, reappearing on the deck of the flagship. Within seconds, the black smoke from the ship's funnel turned a sickly, glowing green. The "Blighted" steam began to eat through the iron pipes, turning the dreadnought into a self-destructing cage. From my high vantage point, I watched the "impenetrable" fleet crumble. It wasn't a battle; it was an execution. But then, I felt it. A cold, sharp needle of pain in the back of my neck.

"Anyways, as you can see, we descendants of Gods aren't the only ones living in Luminozenko. We have other races as well. You'll see when we get there." "Alright. No saying anything insulting to the Gods. Will I get killed or something because of it?" "You're not better than our enemies if you insult the Gods." "Oh, and who exactly are our enemies?" I watched her roll her eyes, a grumble escaping her throat, which I could barely even hear. "They are called the Demons' Vessels. I told you that if there is one of them, there will be a double. A Feralis forms a contract with a demon and they will become their vessel, and gain abilities other than wielding elements."

Her ocean-blue eyes have depths of innocence in them, and it seemed as though an inevitable gravity was dragging me in to explore those vast sets of orbs. I was so distracted by how the doll's elegance had held me chained up that I did not even notice the entrance to the villa slamming completely shut until I realized it. I stumbled through it, but I was completely blown shocked when I started hearing a melodic line being hummed ominously from behind my back, causing my head to instinctively flip toward its direction. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened in sheer terror, and my body started to shrivel up in fear and panic, as my heart pummeled vociferously. I was screaming with tears i

His demon heart is visible floating in the air. Thamer slowly got up from the ground and he was about to shifts himself into a demon but Diana stop him. " Don't! You said to keep the demon inside you right?" She said while holding him in his arms. Adoneram, Yennifer, and the other stary beside the dinner table. " See that monster in front of us? He's going to kill us all!" Thamer defended his side. Damon quickly attacks Alexer and he stumbled on the ground. Thamer saw it and he tried to wake up his six demons inside his human body but it's not working.

On either side of the bay, the massive basalt cliffs—still scarred and blackened from our defensive avalanche—stood as silent, towering monuments to the slaughter of the sea-wolf vanguard. Beneath the fresh, clean silver mesh of my inner tunic, the fated-mate bond was a deep, low-frequency hum that vibrated through the marrow of my bones. The stiff leather of a new pair of riding trousers rubbed firmly against the raw, deeply sensitized skin of my inner thighs as I stood at the quarterdeck railing. The persistent, heavy ache between my legs was a dark, pulsing weight—a relentless carnal hangover from the raw, territorial madness that had consumed our bodies in the captain's cabin for seven h

Decking and exoframe and chitin shards fell inwards as the batteries imploded. It ate up more and more of the ship and left a massive gaping wound on its starboard side before the demimatter energies were sated. Dozens of decks were out for all to see, open to the void of space. It looked almost as though something large and unseen took a bite right out of the ship.

I opened my heart and let the gold smoke flow through my arms. I clapped my hands together. A wave of pure, white light—the souls of a thousand Omegas—shot upward. It hit the golden ship like a tidal wave of stars. The ship’s artificial soul-engine groaned. The gold plating began to melt. The warriors on deck fell to their knees as the memories of the people they had killed flooded their minds. "The ship is going down!" Chloe screamed, grabbing onto the railing. "No!" Damon yelled, trying to hold the helm. "I am the King! I am the—"