The Demon Tide Novels & Stories

"In the domain of battle, blood is the currency, not sentiment. The committed may pledge their allegiance, but if the scales shift against you, their devotion will turn to ashes. Destruction looms over cities like a ghost, and the impending disaster is more than a mere shadow. The unrelenting march of the demons is unavoidable, and the horizon holds the promise of doom." Their words became knives of conviction as the tendrils of their talk twisted around the gathering darkness, molding the destiny that lay ahead. My palm moved like a shadow, a vain attempt to draw her attention to me, her gaze lost in some distant daydream. The realization hit me like a bolt of lightning—those troops, those

His true amber eyes were dim, shadowed with deep, crushing exhaustion, looking at me with immense sorrow. "Gideon" I cried, lunging forward across the cracked earth. Before I could reach him, a sudden, deafening roar tore through the sky. A towering wave of void fire erupted from the earth between us, solidifying into a massive, shadowy silhouette eight feet tall. The demon stood before me. It had no true face, only a swirling vortex of jagged, violet smoke and ancient, cold eyes that burned with anger. The air around it was so cold that the ash falling from the sky froze mid air into fine black needles.

THE DEMON growled loudly, spreading her tentacles fast that only point in one direction. Xurden had thought that this kind of creature didn’t even learn a single thing. They forgot exorcists that could face them existed everywhere, and he was the one who was best at it since he was a god. Demons always thought they were more powerful, which made them blind to the truth. That’s why Xurden didn’t have a hard time dealing with her. As the tentacles get closer, he raised his hand, releasing ice spikes from the bloody floor. The spikes stopped the tentacles from moving, which made the demon shriek aloud. Xurden didn’t hold back, and he sent a bigger spike toward the demon hitting her stomach wher

Jayden was hurled across the table into stacks of boxes of books, her body hitting with a solid thud, arms flailing. The demon then turned to Tansy, moving toward her as he stretched a hand out, gripping her with his power and lifting her into the air. When he reached her, Kayla's mouth seemed to twist into a jagged set of fangs as the demon took over more and more of her body. "You are lucky we need you alive so that the others can make it through," the demon hissed, his head tilting one way and then the other. "There will be no escape. We will come through, and we will take back what is ours, ridding the world of the parasite of humans. This is our time." He cackled again, and then as if s

Each one was a formation. A group of weird-looking, undying demons were closing in! In pieces, they rushed over like a tidal wave. These guys were all black, with double horns on their heads and long tentacles. Their arms, like swords, were born sharp, formidable weapons for killing. The continuous roar trembled the hearts and guts of the people. Seeing thousands of undead rushing up, Lena’s eyes turned bloodshot. Hugging Bubbles, she shouted, “Lord Saint, run! Lord Saint…”

“To gain enough power to crush the army of Korendorr.” My insides twisted into knots. “W-what do you mean… to crush the army of Korendorr?” Torin's hands fisted into balls. “Because it was the son of Silver Mountain Pack's Alpha who summoned the demon. That was how the weak pack from Sarendonia could crush the greatest army in all five kingdoms.”

The tunnel wasn't meant for breathers, it had once sealed in the corrupted and the lost, but I knew it would lead me where I needed to go. I stood as the roots peeled away, making space for me. But before I could descend, a sound snapped my head up. Hooves. Not paws. Not claws. Hooves of flame and smoke, pounding toward the den like thunder. Then a roar, not wolf. Not even warg. A demon. "No..." My voice cracked. The Blackwolves surged forward, no longer snarling but chanting, as if his presence had tethered them to order. Or madness.

We crash through ritual circles, shattering torches, locked in primal combat. Behind us, I hear Stark freeing the children, their cries of relief mixing with the sounds of battle. One saved. Two. Three. But the gate continues to open, darkness spreading like infection. "You cannot stop what has been set in motion," the demon hisses, his hand closing around my throat like Pete's did. "The gate will open. My brethren will come. This world will burn." "Not today." I drive my claws into his chest, feeling for the heart beneath. "Not ever."

He turned to walk away, but the great roar of the beast stopped him. "You will not walk away from me, Lucas!!!" The ocean rumbled at the sound of his voice. "Now go to the drowned vault. You must've heard of the stories to be a fairy tale, but I say to you, demon, it is real. Inside the vault is the black flame. Take it, and let it devour the part of you that remembers mercy." As the path to the vault opened beneath the sea, Leviathan whispered to him; "Kill Behemoth...but know this; when all of these is over, your greatest enemy will still remain. Waiting patiently to crush you to ashes."

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.