Demonic Armour Novels & Stories

She heard footsteps and turned her head to look who it was. "Dante! Oh my gods it is you!" Dante was the Crown Prince of the Northern Demon Citadel. He had bronze skin, like he had just got done tanning. His hair was indian long and black. He had beautiful blueish green eyes. Demons were almost pretty much like vampires. Their eyes hold the power rings. The more rings the more powerful. Their nails were just as sharp as well. Their ears were pointed and usually adorn with earrings. They had wings and an actual tail. Belle always made fun of Dante when he got mad at school because his tail would pop out along with his horns. Being a royal bloodline he could hide majority of his features in th

Instead of dwelling on what he could not have now, Mane decided to focus on the other things. The demon god’s robe was a black robe which had magnificent defensive ability. It was capable of deflecting blows of enemies below the Mid Ascension level. While that didn’t seem like much given that Mane was capable of taking on monsters at the Hgih Ascension level, one had to remember that Mane himself was still a Noble. For an artefact o be able to amplify his defence to such a realm spoke volumes of how precious it was. Paired with his defensive soul artefacts, Mane would be able to tank attacks from High Ascenders!

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

While walking she told me, “I heard you ask Vandross why your book is called relic right? “Your book is possessed by our Ancestors and passed by or sometimes stolen. Relics in Zennery are not just books. There are many kinds of Relics. The Battle Relics which consist of swords, armor and shield. The Enchantment Relics the same as your book where spells are written and the Special Relics this was said to be unknown. I wonder were you get that notebook.” “I really don’t know but all I know is that this notebook was with me the moment I was born.” Miss Minerva was still curious about me and asked what is the name of the book. and I told her it was “Demonic Relic” the moment I told her the name

said seraphine and searched for tools to remove those tied to their hands Seraphine immediately found the sharp end of the iron and there they removed the chains from their hands. "Akira I'll be back I'll just consume the demons that brought you here" Azrael said angrily and cocked his guns

An awesome racing legend in its era, this silver seraph was designed with the finest in styling, racing, and reliability in mind. Soldiers of the Holy Empire fight with greater courage and less fear when there is a Seraph amongst their ranks, for death is not necessarily permanent. After this period of time, the system operation, monitoring and measurement of process and the internal audit, seraph success through these standards, certification. A fallen angel... enshrined in moonlit seas. Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad …

A smile spreads across my face as I allow my Demon to come forward and take over, not a friendly smile, or a happy smile, but an evil smile that would make the strongest of men quake in their boots if they came face to face with it. My body begins to shift within the man’s grasp, growing larger by the second, a thick armour appearing across my skin the color of deep purple. Two horns grow out from my head, indicating my royal bloodline and marking me as one bad bitch that you shouldn’t mess with. Claws appear on my fingers, sharper than any of the blades that I like to carry around my waist, and more deadly than the sharpest of blades. Laughter bubbles up within me, making the men pause in t

When Godric looked into the demon's eyes, he froze. He looked straight into two black eyes, which seemed to reflect the dark disposition. A red tinge mixed into the black and the black kohl made the eyes look particularly dangerous. Godric couldn't help but stare at this man. It was as if he couldn't take his eyes off this one anymore. As if something deep down forbade another sight. The long, black and red strands of the otherwise short haircut were blowing slightly in the wind and the demon let go of the sword of fire. At the same time, the fire died down, leaving only the monk's charred corpse. Furthermore, Godric could only stare at this demon in front of him. It was as if he was caught

He was a walking void. The demon finished, slightly in awe and in fear. I was so angry, my fingers were shaking. So, Dean came to hell? He came to the last place he should ever be, and not only that, he killed the demons? Thousands of them? It's like I underestimated that upstart. I'll take him seriously from now on. I gave a shrill whistle as three of the higher demons walked into the room. Decked in pure black armour oozing red aura. They were a formidable sight. Only the stupid ones dared to go against them.