Demonic Armour Novels & Stories

The strong bloodthirsty aura emanating from the other party was almost tangible. At first glance, it looked like a sea of blood, and countless creatures were screaming miserably. The other person's body was taller than anyone else present. His body was nearly three meters tall and he was wearing a heavy armor. This armor carried a green-black light and a heavy aura lingered around his body. On his back, there was a huge demonic hammer that flickered with a cold light. Every step he took caused the entire area to tremble, and cracks to appear on the ground. It was obvious just how powerful the force beneath his feet was.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

With a heart-wrenching scream, the purplish-red light in the void suddenly expanded and shook off all the golden-purple ‘Path’ characters. A brand-new supreme Demonic Body replaced the soul consciousness and the Demonic Spirit, revealing a mysterious and powerful, terrifying power emanating with vast evil. He had crimson hair, swaying without wind, dressed in a black and red python robe, with a blood-red flowing cloak draped behind him. He held a demonic spear that radiated daunting demonic energy. Thick purplish-red demonic clouds rolled above his head, and sixteen rapidly rotating skulls beneath his feet. It was like the arrival of a grim reaper, causing the world to change color.

Oscar felt his spiritual consciousness being destroyed. His pupils turned blood-red, and strands of blood spread through his eyes as a daemonic essence surged within him, transforming him completely. Oscar’s gaze became icy, filled with intense murderous intent. He waved his hand, creating a barrier around himself as waves of daemonic essence emanated from his body. He knew he had to control it. If anyone noticed, it could spell disaster. The Universe Alliance was originally formed to fight the daemons, and exposing himself was too risky.

It was as if a veil had covered her mind, memory, and ability to think. "Just blast another of their headquarter again." It was the voice again, seemingly the continuation of the conversation fragments. This time, it was a female voice. "What the use? Dæmon's main rat hole is not easy to track. Even if you set fire on one of his headquarters, he wouldn't have cared." Another male voice again, but this time was lighter, and his tone contemptuous, laced with slight anger and mockery. "Tsk, isn't he such a ruthless person?"

I murmured to myself. Drei was an idiot, a classic idiot on top of that. He had always treated me harshly, like some peasant. The short blond hair and slim shoulders suited him just well, “wait until I get promoted…” “Are you summoning the demons now?” Aryan caught me while I was trying to break the pen in my hands, “you’ll need to sacrifice your blood for that. Come, I will show you.” “No!!! What are you talking about?” I pushed his body away from mine.

" I hesitated for a moment, but I obeyed. I moved closer to the bed until he could reach Luna without straining. Alessandro stared at my daughter again. His expression stayed hard, almost indifferent... but I knew my brother too well not to see what was hidden underneath. With fingers marked by dried blood and bandages, he lightly touched her forehead. And made the sign of the cross. Slow. Careful. Like he was afraid of breaking her. "May God have mercy on you for carrying our blood," he murmured, his voice rough. "And may no man ever dare to touch you without first learning to fear hell." My chest tightened instantly. "Alessandro..." He lifted his eyes to mine. "If anyone ever makes her cry

The people in Hell seriously need someone to give them a piece of fashion advice so it might as well be me. He was holding the spear in his one hand while his other hand was lying by his side. Most of them mistake him for being helpless, but his other hand was made of the strongest metal in Hell. The metal nearly gets heated up for two thousand years before turning into something beatable. I offered him the metal because he lost his arm in the fight saving me.

He went berserk and spewed red fire energy and sent the mace flying into the ocean. Arya Santanu's body, controlled by Asura, was enveloped in a blanket of explosive red energy. Her canine teeth came out. The young man's eyes turned a deep red color. The two demon hands covering her arms had turned into gloves that were part of the armor. The fire demon's shoes had also turned into shoes that were part of the armor. "You're using hellish metal armor against me? Fine, I'll use mine!" Asura pointed sharply at his younger brother with his index finger.

She looked better, her hair brighter, her face fuller. “Who created them?” Jules asked as he licked his wrists closed. “It seems like a pretty awful thing to create. Who wore them?” “They are armour of the last resort,” Ember explained. “Dragons were the guards of the ancient gods when they walked the world amongst us. If the god that you guarded was in danger, and you were the last line of defence, it was your sacred duty to put on the gloves and ensure the safety of your deity.” “At cost of your own life,” Samuel confirmed.