Demonic Armour Novels & Stories

"You-You need to run! That's a Devil , Nat- the Devil." She finally seemed to realize that there was someone close behind her and she whirled around to face him again. He knew the picture he made standing there over her. Demon eyes glowing through the smoke and twisted black metal armor covering much of his body. His crowned helmet sported horns that curled up and back making him appear taller and infinitely more terrifying. He didn't really need armor, but he wore it anyway for occasions such as this. He enjoyed the way her throat bobbed as she tried to swallow past her own fear. She held up her trembling blade against him and his head tilted as he smiled down at her.

"What now?" Shadowy figures were rising out of the swirling darkness. Not wolves. Not human. They were something else. Their bodies were tall, twisted, and covered in black armour that pulsed with dark energy. Their eyes glowed red, and their clawed hands shimmered with pure darkness. Eldric's face turned white. "Astrael’s army." Damon snarled. "Oh, great. More demons." The monsters moved rapidly. Too fast. One of them swiped at a pack member, and the warrior dropped quickly, screaming.

Everyone was instantly on guard when they sensed a wave of Devil Qi surging forth. Out of the blue, they saw a tall specter stepping out of the darkness. The specter was almost seven meters tall and had orbs of light for eyes that were particularly striking at night. He wore a red armor with rolling dark Qi seeping out of the crevices. In his hand was a crescent saber that was nearly ten meters long. He rode a black demonic horse, making him look mighty and impressive. The thousands of Corpse Demons nearby began to prostrate themselves to show their respect to him.

Yvonne watched from the side of his eyes as he focused on the Dark Mages instead of Mira. And then they started chanting, the hollows in their eyes twinkled with spark straight from hell. "Zyrrak'thul na'khar!...(Summon the shadows!) Draek'vorn noctril!...(Darkness shall reign!) Vor'thul shadranek...(Power of the abyss.) Mal'zarnok enshar...(Blood of the fallen.) Nythorak krysth'gar!...(Unleash the torment!) "

He stood upon a mountain of corpses holding the decapitated head of one of the enemy generals gazing upon it reveling in the horror he unleashed with a sadistic smile but his main course is yet to come. Apex crushed the general’s skull as he stood from his deathly throne to see a giant demon with four arms, red leathery skin, massive goat-like horns, and emerald eyes as the demon held two massive battle axes. The beast immediately noticed his armor was nothing short of disgusting as he wore the captured elven women as a form of living armor and some of them were cursed to become a part of his weapon. Before he could strike, The Demon applauded Apex’s abilities as a warrior and a fellow berse

“Lord! Please run away! Demons are attacking! “Demons are supposed to be at the borders, how the hell are they attacking us!” Panic Gautbert reached out from below the seat of the carriage revealing a foreign looking black slender steel with a handle. As Gautbert opened the carriage door and aimed at the demon who's attacking one of his guards , a loud blast resonated as he pulled the trigger. It was an illegal weapon in the kingdom.

But the battlefield wasn’t letting either of them breathe. A massive demon—eight feet tall, armored in obsidian plates, with a tail tipped like a spear—charged them, bellowing Osric’s name in fury. “TRAITOR!” Its voice rattled the treetops. Steel clashed as it slammed into Osric, sending him skidding back. Storm launched at its side, claws sinking under its armor, the Phoenix fire melting it on contact, tearing through flesh. Its tail whipped toward her heart—too close, too fast—

he commanded and started walking towards the nearest of the bodies, a large man in iron-studded leather armor with a broadsword under his palm. Squatting next to the man, he placed a hand on his back. He dropped his head in relief when he felt the man's chest rise and fall. "He's breathing," he called back to those gathered. He turned the man over so his face was no longer hidden and stared at him. A red beard covered his face and grew down his chest, braided at the end in an ancient style. Brodi could remember his father wearing his the same way. His face was covered in mud as were his armor and leather leggings. "They have all traveled," Finn said, coming up and standing next to him. "They

“Aye-aye, we’re very honest. "A new demon god? It seems you really do have two demon god artifacts with you. Can’t you find the demon god’s battle armor?" asked the seventeenth ancestor, looking at Long Chen. "It’ll be here soon!" Long Chen replied casually. The seventeenth ancestor furrowed his brow. Soon? What did “soon” mean? Demon god armor wasn’t something that could just appear at will. When a demon god died, the demon god’s battle armor vanished, and the demon god’s heir could only create battle armor from their own demonic qi—and even that wouldn’t be very powerful when worn by them.

But everything crumpled down when she found out the truth. This is Dark Hades call. He only comes out when there’s death. He only comes out when there’s evil and blood. Because death and darkness are always the demon’s call.