The Demon Tide Novels & Stories

From the black mire, things began to climb. Not wolves. Not beasts we knew. Things born in the crushing dark before the sun ever rose — colossal, scaled, circular jaws lined with rows of shark teeth, blind writhing tentacles sprouting from their ridged backs. They were the Spawn of the Black Tide — the hounds of the Forgotten Gods. Sensing my aura, they howled in unison — a scream of a thousand drowning voices — and my warhorses reared in terror. “FOR THE NEST! FOR THE EMPIRE!” I bellowed — and let the silver take me.

The August witch with heart of darkest night, Who rises under blood moon’s light, The gates of hell she’ll seek to breach, With spilled blood and ancient speech. Asmodeus, demon prince confined, She’ll summon forth, their fates entwined. Together they will rule the land, With iron grip and dark command. The sun will fade, the earth will quake, The skies will burn, the seas will break. No realm untouched, no soul unscarred, Beneath their reign so harsh and hard. “We all know that prophecy is about Sybl…and my Tia Melanie who defeated her,” I countered.

His eyes were as dark as an abyss and was surrounded by vertical pupils, a hallmark of a demonkind. But it was the alpha mark on his left cheek bone, a crimson-tinted signil that confirmed what he was. A demon alpha. Ziva instantly retreated into me and I gasped. He had a struggling human wrapped around his fist. The human's face contorted in terror, eyes bulging, and mouth agape in a terrific scream, but the demon alpha didn't budge. Didn't even bat an eyelash when the human threw a spittle on his face. And then as if the roles were suddenly reversed, his mouth descended upon the human’s.

The sentries worked in perfect coordination, pack bonds allowing them to anticipate each other's movements. For a moment, I thought we might actually win. Then the demon lord arrived. It didn't come through the walls like the others. It simply appeared in the center of the room, reality bending around it like heat waves. It was massive, easily eight feet tall, with skin that looked like molten obsidian and eyes like burning coals. When it spoke, its voice was the sound of cities burning. It raised one clawed hand and made a gesture that looked almost like a military signal.

Queen Amira knelt behind me, clutching her glowing staff while struggling to keep a fading shield above her head. “Adolfa!” she cried, reaching for me. “I am fine,” I lied, forcing myself to stand. “Just stay behind me.” But before we could move, a deep voice rolled across the air like thunder hitting metal. “SPIRIT WORLD… I HAVE RETURNED.” Everyone froze. Every demon bowed. And a giant black shape pushed farther through the crack in the sky. It was Hades, the Demon King.

The "Tide" was not made of salt and foam. It was a slurry of liquid shadows and melted glaciers, a black deluge that roared with the voices of everything it had consumed on its way from the Frozen Wastes. It didn't just flood the land; it erased it, leaving behind nothing but a smooth, dark glass. Standing on the ramparts of the Silver Citadel, Audrey watched the horizon vanish. The emerald forests she had worked so hard to grow were being swallowed by a wall of water five hundred feet high.

“Without the ability to love, or to feel love or empathy for anyone. They say that is how I took the throne… and how I kept it.” Lyria watched him closely. He did not sound like a man repeating gossip. He sounded like someone stating a truth he had long accepted. “Then you believe you have no heart?” A faint smile touched his lips. “I am the Demon King, after all.” He said it lightly, almost as if it were a joke. But it did not feel like one. Everything she had heard about the Demon King had been shaped by fear and exaggeration, distorted through the mouths of others, yet the man standing before her did not resemble the monster of those stories.

This issue have been a thorn in the courts side for a while but now it has begun rearing its ugly head, worsening the unrest within the country. The barbarian tribes which territories are situated at the East have grown bolder swing as their prey have begun to weaken, taking advantage of the detoriating situation of their enemy and the weakened Eastern Border have launched several near successful attempts however were defeated by the the young general of the Eastern camp recently relocated to the Eastern Borders, a direct order from His Majesty, The Emperor, specially in order to handle the Barbarians. Even worse the the floods which had lead to an outbreak in the suburbs and villages have n

I answered. "Women?" She asked in a low tone. "Yes, so it's kind of embarrassing," I answered. "We are demons." She pointed out. "I know and that still doesn't change that I am a male, and you are a female," I answered. "Demons all bathe in the same river which is close to the forest, be it female or male, and they are allowed to make babies there because the water grants them fertility," Dinel said coldly when she grabbed a light blue robe.

“Something’s coming. Something worse.” A low rumble shook the ground, and the air grew heavy with the scent of sulfur. From the shadows emerged a massive figure, its form wreathed in flames. It was a creature straight out of a nightmare—a demon, its horns curling like blackened tree roots and its eyes glowing with hellfire. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Fatima said, staring up at the beast. The demon roared, its voice shaking the ground. “You dare trespass in my domain?”