Armin Voice Actor English Novels & Stories

I replied angrily looking up in his direction, “Don't you dare to take my mother's name in your mouth. You killed my mother, a worm of hell." The stranger still didn't react at all hearing my accusation. Instead of reacting or replying he laughed again. While scratching the back of his head with the devilish smirk on his extremely handsome face, he replied in a very polite way, “Xander, your father was a great king. I see the potential of your father in you. It was a pleasure meeting you. I am Armarous, the chief assistant demon of the great devil hell-king Lucifer." Xander also asked as calmly as he could in that situation, hugging me tightly, "Armaros, What do you want from us? Why have yo

This room is indeed a room that provides privacy, and Max was the one who liked it. However, Max's composure was disturbed when the voices of people talking loud and laughing were heard. It was then that the door swung open, and Max could see who was bothering him. It was Aramis Winter. "Oh, well. Look who we meet here." Aramis said without hesitation. At least four people accompanied him. Three people Max didn't know were probably Aramis' underlings, and one other person was Aeron. "I didn't expect to meet you, Sir Max—"

Damien's driver informed one of the guards who went into their little stall to make a call. To his relief, it didn't take long for them to be permitted inside the house and Damien found himself sitting inside, waiting impatiently. "Ah, Damien. I've been expecting you," Armin walked in and smirked. "You know why I'm here this time, don't you?" Damien cut to the chase. He had no time for pleasantries. "Of course. Please have a seat and share a drink with me. I've got excellent wine imported straight from Greece," Armin said.

Arman stepped out of his car, the wind ruffling his artificial blonde curls, "Aaaaah, Rosetta Verona." Rosetta brows went up, "So you're now buddies with him?" "Uhuh and who's the pretty friend?" "Get your eyes away from her." Rosetta snarled, "She's taken." Milena walked towards them nonchalantly. "My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna?

“Let me worry about the guards. Can you draw a map?” “Yes,” Armin says. “Good. You will show take us there tonight. Stay here with my warriors until I send for you.” “I have a job, my boss-” “I will sort it.” I interrupt and turn to Griffin. “Find the manager. Tell him I’ll be requiring Armin’s services for the rest of the evening.” “They’re going to think you want him for sex,” Jaeger says with a smirk. “I don’t care.” “I do!” Armin says. “I’m not a prostitute.”

Soren shot him a look. Then left. Arman remained seated a moment longer. His eyes moved between Adrien and Elena. Then he smiled faintly. “I like this version of you,” he said. “It’s… interesting.” Adrien didn’t respond. Arman stood. “And unpredictable.” He inclined his head slightly toward Elena. “Until next time.” Then he left. The doors closed. Silence flooded the room. Heavy. But no longer sharp. Marco exhaled loudly. “Well,” he muttered, “that went better than expected.”

The encrypted phone was in the drawer. I dialed the only contact that mattered now. Armin. Armin was a specialist in disappearances. He created new identities, new passports, new lives. He charged a lot, but he delivered what he promised. I had met him years ago at a charity event in Vienna — he was one of the anonymous sponsors, a man who lived in the shadows as I now needed to live. He answered on the second ring. “Lena.” His voice was deep, measured. There was no surprise. Armin was never surprised by anything. “I heard the news. I assume this isn’t a social call.”

I asked. “It pays well.” Armin walked over to the figure in the chair. “I’ll let the two of you talk before the fun begins,” he said, and pulled the black bag off the man’s head. I saw a shock of pale blond hair. “Sebastian?!” He looked up blearily. “…Lily?” Then he saw who had unmasked him. “…Armin?!” Armin didn’t answer. He just walked out and shut the door behind him. “…what’s going on?” Sebastian asked, his speech slow and dazed.

“Thank you, Martina; I think I need to go up to my room and sleep.” She nods, waving her goodbye to me; I strive to walk straight. “Ria don’t worry, I will help you reach your room.” The voice within me is speaking again. “We are almost there; step on the elevator, please.” What the hell? Am I super drunk to hear weird voices? “You're not drunk tipsy, yes!” “Who are you, and why are you talking to me?!” I hear her giggle, “I’m Armie, your wolf; before we proceed to our mini-reunion, why don't you press the top floor button?” I listen to her naturally and obey her without hesitation.

A familiar voice sounded out from behind Aurelia and Zhu Wushang. Arman entered the control room without permission as there was no one guarding the door outside because The Black Merchant alone was enough to stop even a psychopath in power armor. Which is, of course, Arman got stopped with only an unfriendly glance by The Black Merchant. “Say, King Arman of Persia. The prime minister had said that girl was your fiance. Is it true?” Zhu Wushang asks, then looking at adorable Amira who’s still enjoying her conversation with her father.