Demonic Armour Novels & Stories

Because I had to. His steps were heavy, deliberate, like the entire room bent slightly around him as he moved. He was dressed in a black ceremonial robe, the fabric layered with a crest of the crescent moon carved in silver threads. Behind him, a dark wolf pelt hung across his shoulders, shifting slightly with every step like it was alive. Power rolled off him in waves. Cold. Crushing. Unavoidable. His fingers were covered in black rings, each one reflecting the dim light like something forged for war.

“The toughest armor?” Tyr was puzzled. “Tyr, Dragon’s terrain in Helsby Mountain is your chance,” Maxime replied. “Whether you can become a Demigod or not is entirely dependent on this chance, so you should pay more attention to it. A set of Cooter Armor will be produced by the Iron Family of the Southern Sea in seven days. If you can enter the Devil’s Eye while wearing Cooter Armor, you will undoubtedly be able to enter the Helsby Mountain behind the Devil’s Eye.

Achilles eyes widened at Helga. “I thought that was just a myth!” he gasped. Helga shook her head. “No, he was a Demi-God by blessing, not by birth. He could wield magic despite being a vampire and his blood held more power than any spell or potion ever could.” Seraphina ignored their talking and continued hunting around the room for a dagger, she was becoming frustrated now as she couldn’t seem to find one anywhere. “Have either of you seen a dagger?” she threw her arms up in frustration. Helga picked up a dagger from the station where Seraphina had been preparing the potion, “Here you go,” she said sheepishly. Seraphina gave her an apologetic smile and went back to her concoction of herbs.

Argadon left at dawn, and his army with him. They were a gruesome sight. Well, they hadn’t been nice to look at from the get-go, but clutching pieces of bloody flesh in their claws and paws and fangs and teeth, all smeared in blood, some of them wearing human guts as bandoliers, they could creep out anyone. Ak-kvir stayed, baring his bloody teeth at me. “What are your orders, Master?” I made sure that no other demon other than him was nearby and broke the protective circle. I came out of the pentagram and dusted myself off.

Aunt Sol carried me and patted my back, she was trying her best to calm me down. "Demon's poison. It is a poison that only a demon king carried in his talons. They use this poison to defend themselve. However, he used it against his son and lethally wounded him." "It makes no sense… how dare he? How dare he took something so precious from me? I will kill him and tear him apart like my heart. My heart is bleeding and crying… last time when i fall in love, he betrayed me and now i fall in love with someone i deserve, he was taken away from me. Why???? How gave him this authority?" I was screaming like a mad woman and crying with my heart.

he replied, brushing off the instinct saying she's in danger. "I have so many reasons to kill you. First, you lied to me. Secondly, you work for our greatest enemy, Sinful. He betrayed us all,Anna , Derek, Samantos, all of us. Fuck, I am resisting the urge to kill you " he said to Amelia who almost peed on her body.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.

"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

The tendrils layered into an armour-like shell, forming demonic shoulder guards, gauntlets, and chest plating. The crowd murmured in fear and confusion. “What’s happening to him?” “He’s… transforming?” From the VIP box, Elysia narrowed her eyes. “The Body Spirit Armour Technique,” she whispered. “He’s turning the tendrils into armour… drawing them from his spirit energy. That’s… not good for Danial." The black tendrils thickened, layering over Zyler like demonic armour. His form grew in size, taller, darker. A helmet-like cocoon masked his head for a second before peeling back, revealing his twisted smirk.

He looked at me in shock and I could see the fear in his eyes when he looked at my arm. "Demon." I heard him say before running away from my room. I just asked why he seems to be scared. Who is the demon? Me? What is a demon by the way? Then when I got dressed I went out of the room and went to the kitchen, I saw a knife fall to the floor so I took it but I immediately let it go and closed my eyes because I saw something in my mind again. I saw the face of my mom and the girl with the horns again, mom was holding a knife and stabbed that girl with the horns, the girl did not know because she was sleeping.