Demonic Armour Novels & Stories

What a bitch! While Bahm had his back towards me, I quickly transferred all my energy in light form to my subconscious in my invisible necklace containing and sheltering my Dark energy, so if I use most of my energy to explode this dimensions, then I'll atleast have some strength to open a portal back home if it fails. Next, I put a barrier around me, cloaking it immediately so Bahm couldn't sense what I was about to do next! Take his powers from him! I began reading the demon extraction spell, mumbling the words softly ,still in fear Bahm's super sensitive hearing would be listen in.

“You’ve come a long way. Stay here. I’m proud of you.” Without a word, Torock nodded and left the chamber. Destiny waved her hand. Instantly, everyone’s clothing transformed into battle-ready armor. Odo opened his satchel and handed out enchanted charm bracelets etched with sacred symbols. “These will cloak you from demonic sight,” he explained. “We’ll see each other, but demons won’t be able to see us.” Beth kissed her husband on the cheek. “You always think ahead.” “We’ve had a lot of practice,” he said with a grin.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

Whatever! We portaled ourselves, the rabid dog king and Nexelex within our newly formed inner shield for commanders while the scent of bloodbath spread within our first armour. Faes and dwarves were still fighting relentlessly against demons within the first armour, which was a heavy battle to fight. First armour was full of corpses and limbs, ground saturated with intestines, remains of demons and sprayed with blood and puss. Although many Lycans still fought within the first shield, some of them were reluctant to fight after witnessing Malleteagan‘s carnage. Many Lycans looked unsure whether they wanted to continue to fight for Malleteagan.

Trees withered and died in their wake, their leaves turning to ash, and the ground itself cracked and burned beneath their feet. As the vision moved closer to the tear in the barrier, I could see something else—something far worse. Kyantes herself, an ancient demon, was there. Her form was towering, clad in armor of twisted metal and bone, her eyes glowing like twin suns of molten gold. Her wings, vast and leathery, spread wide across the sky, casting a shadow that blotted out the sun. She stood at the mouth of the tear, his sword raised high, and behind her came her army—a legion of horrors unlike anything I had ever seen. They swarmed forth like locusts, devouring everything in their path,

It was a known fact in this world that regular weapons didn't cut it; only demons could truly slaughter other demons. Slyvara had caught wind of the ambush at the same time Kai did, and she had sprinted to the scene to back Damir up. Moving like a literal nightmare, she shifted into her mist form, slipping through the battlefield and blind-siding enemies left and right. By now, the human guards were totally exhausted, with most of them bleeding out or nursing nasty injuries on the ground. But Damir and Slyvara were an unstoppable duo. They kept pushing the frontline back, making it crystal clear that these grunt demon soldiers were absolutely no match for upper-tier powerhouse demons.

The impact cratered the ground, and when it finished, a dozen armored Lycans were launched through the air, spinning like broken dolls. When the dust finally cleared, the invaders recoiled, pure terror on their faces. Dante rose up tall, seven feet of nightmare. The horrific burns from that Blood-Core explosion were gone. In their place, thick jagged plates of pitch-black bone-armor coated his forearms, chest, and spine. But it wasnt just physical. With losing me fueling him, Dante had synchronized ancient Lycan biology with his modern Royal magic perfectly. His golden Alpha aura ignited, flowing through cracks in that black bone-armor like light finding the only way out.

Demonica raise in the air as the black goddess blows a black smoke into her face. “Remember the deal. Destroy them all for you to live.” The black goddess said as Demonica stands looking at her hand and body, this time she changed really dark. Demonica’s beautiful blond short curls becomes black, her light green eyes changed into reddish, he pinkish lips become so scary red like blood and she is giving off a scary dark aura. Demonica is now wearing a red gown that reveals her back and cleavage and a red high heels. She smiles menacingly that sends shivers all over my body. She doesn’t look like the kind and loving Demonica we are seeing a little while back.

You'll be the one taking your pants off lol. Now why are they called demons? They are THE BEST PLAYERS you can ever see. With their smooth talking and killer smile. They can charm any lady they want without breaking a sweat. They break hearts left and right like it's nothing. In as much as girls have come to despise them for their philandering ways, they still can't help but fall for Yoruba demons. "One look and a daughter of Zion have off pant" -Bimbo Ademoye. Whatever you do, never fall in love with a Yoruba Demon.

Damn! Darryl let out a long relieved sigh. Damn, he had been frightened for no reason! Meanwhile, the Cult Master took something out. Darryl was shocked at the sight. It was a white soft armor with exquisitely designed patterns that sparkled under the lights. It was very exquisite! This was no doubt a piece of art. Darryl could not help asking, “Cult Master, what’s this?” The Cult Master smiled and explained, “This is called the Celestial Silkworm Armor. It was made by one of our disciples five hundred years ago. The armor was made from silk and metal making it firm. It could shield one from most weapons and probably save your life during extreme circumstances.”