The Demon Tide Novels & Stories

Chapter 23: Realization ****************** "Does this darkness have a name? This cruelty, this hatred. How did it find us? Did it steal into our lives or did we seek it out and embrace it? What happened to us? That we now send our children out into the world like we send young men to war, hoping for their safe return but knowing that some will be lost along the way. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows, swallowed whole by the darkness. Does this darkness have a name? Is it your name?" -One Tree Hill

Most dragons were solitary and rarely had any reason to assemble. When I was young, my mother told me stories of the supernatural wars and the great dragon generals and warriors. I was surprised the gods had decided this was enough of a fight to be worthy of a Pendragon. I listened as another man spoke. “I’m Veles, Vasili of the desire demons. I free every demon who hears this from any commands I issued while under the influence of the government. Forgive me, please. Any who have the blood of demons in them, who disagree with what has been done to supernaturals and our people, follow your heart to me and fight.” He urged.

1000 years ago "òktus họ̀lliüm bolîûm stranga" "Grâstōna galián" "Isùlã gàronà drâmōn yéturâ" "The reign of the demon hybrid shall come when the supernatural realm shall be redeemed under the leadership of the Demon Hybrid"

“I’ll go ahead.” I took the secret route to the city. Evan helped me to hide my identity to avoid troubles because I’m still weak. With the amulet he gave me, none of the people would recognize me as the Demoness Alpha. He casted a spell on it that could make me look like someone else in the eyes of people for the time being.

Everyone crouched down at the sound of the gunshots, Tedd hid his wife to be behind him when he took note of the devil standing in the middle of the hall, with a gun in his hand and a look of anger plastered on his face. "I Object!" The demon aka Tyler Bresfort's voice, echoed around the silent hall. "This wedding is so not happening." ________ Tyler's pov The hall was so silent that even if you drop a pin, it'd echo. I could see fear in the eyes of every single soul in that hall. It wouldn't cause them anything to call the cops on me, but guess what? No one wanted to be a Hero- "What do you want?" Said the husband of the bitch of a bride.

“Or is it the alcohol? Stronger than it used to be, huh?” I just stared at him, rigid, trembling, brain short-circuiting. He sighed again and grabbed a handful of his dreadlocks with his free hand. “You’re stiff as a noble at his own beheading. Relax. I’m not here to hurt you. Promise.” When I felt his grip loosen, I smacked his hand away and stumbled back. “What the fuck are you?” He raised a brow. “A demon, of course. You summoned me, remember?” My jaw dropped. “You’ve got to be kidding me. A demon? What kind of sick joke is this? Demons don’t exist.”

It was then that Torelli’s red eyes betrayed him, they shone in the distance. Again, Jesse took after him in full blast. He timed his approach and fired his haunches. He flew through the air, aiming for the neck. But it was too strong to rip off. The two stared balefully at the other for a few seconds until Jake approached menacingly and stopped as well beside Jesse, snarling. ‘I shall fight, but not today’ the demon said, forming rapidly back to the priest’s form who fell flat. And then appeared on the horizon abound of black clouds drifting towards the alps. Bats!

I had a terrible premonition of what was about to happen and Tina confirmed it when she whispered, “Demons.” “Shit,” Reed cursed, his nails drawing long into claws. “They are everywhere,” Connor said. What sort of demons were sent after Tina? After us? I ran through my memory bank for any demon that could fit the vague description I had. Were demons strong enough to create a mini earthquake?

I really did. I glanced down at my thick thighs and curvy hips. Were they actually attractive? The door slammed open, making me snap my head up. My heart skipped when I saw Neil storm in, his face clouded with anger. His eyes locked onto me—and then dropped lower. They stayed there for a fleeting second before snapping back to my face. Heat surged to my cheeks as I quickly yanked the duvet over my body. “You were supposed to stay in my room,” he said coldly, stepping closer. His movements were slow, almost deliberate, as if he were trying to steady himself. The faint scent of alcohol mixed with his rich oud cologne filled the air.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.