The Demon Tide Novels & Stories

The movement was so easy, so familiar, that it made my heart ache. “They crawled to one another, and swore their love would live on with their dying breaths. But they did not die that night – and they never would. “For the invaders had toyed with fate, and had cast free a demon, making a deal with it in order to secure their position on the continent. The demon was a wicked thing, shaped by evil hands into a being of curved claws and drooling fangs. And as Arcarius drew his final breath, the demon offered him a deal.

The demon lord of the sea, in the form of a giant seven-headed serpent that can even devour Kraken. Leviathan. Those claws. Right. "This ugly weapon is made from the sharpest fangs of the demon lord of the seas, Leviathan." The shadow of Leviathan, the seven-headed serpent demon roared at Damien. And at the moment when that huge creature wanted to devour Damien with its super big mouth, Bammmm!~ ... A heavy punch hit Leviathan's face and sent him backing away, then the demon lord from the sea returned to the shadows and just disappeared.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

The creature would always watch, tearing away any shred of light. That night. The whole truth had been revealed to his crew. In a blaze of furious elegance as the mists rose about the ship and the souls and forms of those that had never lived made their first appearance. 'And all will be damned...one sacrifice will not sate my appetite!' The demon's roar deafened them. 'I am not easily defeated! Your souls are mine, to twist and weave until the day all time ends. Give me the children and the blood...a thousand...perhaps then I might let you rot in purgatory rather than roast in the hell you create.'

“Shadowland has creatures in it. Both human like and black, gooey zombies.” Rain, my Knight and a powerful demon in her own right, gave me an unimpressed look as she adjusted a pin in my hair. She was a bit of a perfectionist and couldn’t stand when things were out of place. If she were human, I’d say she had severe OCD. I guess I could still say it even though she was a demon.

Then, with a surge, the horde seethed past the edge of the Pentacle, poured over the border like a wave breaching a barrier. The demons moved closer to the witch as, screaming, she stumbled backward. She was chanting now, in rapid Latin, spells of restriction and banishment. But nothing happened. The black, smoky mass of humanoid demons came on inexorably, and soon came crashing on the witch. There were sounds of brutal tearing and ripping of flesh, before the demons retreated. In the place where the witch stood only seconds before, there only remained her cloak, now in tatters, a few bones, and slimy, black poison.

The mortal city under the control of the Upper Kingdom was also covered with corpses. How could mortal guards withstand the beast tide's attack? The rolling beast tide was like a flood. Wherever it flowed, the city would turn into ruins. All of the clans, sects, and countries were filled with despair. The expression of the cultivators on the green cloud suddenly became exceptionally ugly. A towering rage rose up. Their eyes were full of hatred as they looked at Demon-override Prince. "You're not convinced?" Demon-override Prince narrowed his eyes. In an instant, a horrible pressure fell.

These demons seemed human enough. She continued reading the next realms of demons. The Trokuron were demons that where known to be sky beasts. It looks like some demons interbred with other creatures which inevitably made them look far different. These sky beastly looking demons seemed to have feathers as hair. Vastria stared at the picture of another man in the book. The demon had a more peaceful look compared to the demons of the Dregok realm. They were nearly defeated by the Dregok until the noble family of Kolrerin the fire beasts, Kozzonnuth the water beasts, and Dallmaroth the earth beasts. The four realms had a treaty to begin with and had allied themselves together against the Dregok

Claud launched a volley of fireballs, each one striking the demon with precision, but the relentless healing made his efforts seem futile. Outside the hut, Tara and Lupa worked quickly, drawing a circle of salt around the battle. They knew that demons could not cross a line of salt, and this barrier would keep the fight contained. The air around them crackled with energy as Claud switched tactics, calling upon the power of the earth. Vines erupted from the ground, wrapping around the demon’s limbs and pinning it in place.

The barrier that once stood between Lyria and the rest of the world was torn by Kyante and her army was shattered, and from that tear emerged demons—grotesque beings of shadow and flame, their eyes burning with malice. The demons crawled out of the abyss, dragging themselves onto our shores, their claws digging into the earth with sickening strength. They moved like a tide of darkness, their numbers endless, filling the air with the smell of sulfur and death. They didn’t just march—these demons fed off the very land, their presence corrupting everything they touched. Trees withered and died in their wake, their leaves turning to ash, and the ground itself cracked and burned beneath their fee