Demonic Armour Novels & Stories

The man in the silver armor said proudly but the demonic dragon-like creature just had enough of the arrogance from the ant in front. Roaarrr!! The demonic dragon-like creature roars loudly and assaults the man, its mouth opens wide showing two dreadful rows of teeth that are equal to the power of the immortal grade weapon and it's ready to tear through the silver armor of the man. “What!?” The man exclaimed in surprise and tried to evade but it was too late as the deadly mouth of the beast clam shut.

So I was sure that Killian would break that barrier as soon as the shadow eaters whirling above the magic circle came in their full glory. And I was right. The shadow eaters with skull-like faces and green, flame-like bodies started slamming their bodies against the barrier. Their screeches cut through the silence on the grounds. Amor was ready in the special armour I had created with Aria. The armour was made up of alloy of metals that repelled all kinds of magic, be it dark or not. It had a golden lustre. I was sitting in the mansion's bedroom. “Zeve… I am leaving,” Amor said.

Needless to say, the house appeared razed to the ground and devoid of life. The house was made of rune stone that had been smeared darker in spots by downpours, sending it an insidious demeanor even during the day. The window frames were all padlocked and bricked up in steel frames and woods, as if what was inside would have been too grotesque to see, trying to give the impression that someone must have attempted to prevent something horrible from escaping.

His eyes were as red as blood and he kept gritting his teeth in the small room where Asmodeus kept chanting some words. Asmodeus was wearing a long black cloak with black gloves, her hair packed in a black hat. Her face was covered in black makeup. Black eyeliner, black lip gloss, and she even dyed her hair. "Skorios! Beasta nami'an seriosa kelith a krahgh. Tellimenta kathri grugriensos guthrie sos manio pellebrato, alolan akolab bingisosa. Oh ye spirit of power. Oh ye spirit of might. Oh ye spirit of strength. Behold your host and make it your abode. Take him in as your own and forsake him not. Thou doth hold a lot captive. Souls, spirit, powers and all. Shall this be made difficult?" She k

"That's why I stopped by. Her parents I made regular immortals. I conjured a different immortality spell for Anita. She's the first I tried it on..." "What did you do," Mackenzie growls in anger. "She's turning into a Dhamphir and so is your child," Victoria says with wide eyes. Before Olivia could bite her wrist, Victoria stops her. "She needs to drain them dry." "Then bring her one when the bloody sun goes down," Mackenzie snaps. She reaches in the nightstand and grabs the same needle I used to prick my finger when she needed blood. She pricks her finger and brings it to my lips. "Hopefully mine will at least ease your nausea with the baby."

This was where the demon would attempt its final ascension, seizing complete control over Alex's body and soul. Without wasting a moment, Mia and Heartman began the ancient chants, their voices harmonizing with an ethereal resonance that filled the chamber. The words reverberated through the air, a powerful incantation designed to weaken the demon's grip and dismantle the altar. But just as the chants reached a crescendo, the ground beneath them began to tremble. The stone floor cracked open, and Alex emerged, flanked by his loyal followers who had been twisted and corrupted by the demon's influence. Their eyes glowed with a sinister crimson light, and the air crackled with malevolent energy

I reach out to grab it and hiss as well, but hold on, ripping the lock from the wall. “Vervain laced with silver,” Kella growls as the stench hits us. Inside the room is what looks like a skeleton with skin on it. It’s grotesque and I thought it was dead for an instant before Drake rushes to it and I see it’s mouth moving. “It’s alive?” I ask incredulously, not really sure what ‘it’ is. “Demetrius! DEMETRIUS!” Drake yells, pulling the creature to him and biting into his wrist, putting it to the man’s mouth.

He grunted, and a black light emanated from his body as a set of gleaming black armor instantly appeared on him. This was one of his trump cards as a general of the Sky Demon Kingdom—the Sky Demon Divine Armor! In Barry's prime, this armor could withstand a full-force strike from a martial celestial lord realm opponent. Now, suppressed to stage nine of the major martial god realm, it could still ignore a full-force attack from a martial celestial god. Therefore, Barry did not dodge a single one of Hoover's 81 strikes and took them head-on.

I have found her equal parts attractive and terrifying since the very moment we met. Devona draws our attention to the man lying before us as she turns to face our prisoner, her frown deepening. He is a man in simple leather armor. On his chest is a family crest, long worn thin, the paint long gone. His age is impossible to tell, his flesh looking gray and rotten, corrupted by a darkness that oozes from his pours creating a pool of malevolent ichor around him in an inky puddle. He is completely still, seemingly lifeless, slumped over in an uncomfortable position, his eyes closed. We gather around him and the edges of the spell, forming an arch-shaped wall of bodies--Arthur and Embyr to my ri

Edna, Marcus, and Derek fought against the chaotic onslaught, their unity becoming their shield against the relentless assault. Edna raised her silver sword, channeling her hunter's essence, and created a protective barrier, warding off the brunt of the demonic energy. Marcus, tapping into his feral instincts, summoned a surge of primal energy, his body transforming into an impenetrable armor of fur and muscle. Derek, drawing upon his ancient vampiric powers, conjured ethereal shields that deflected the malevolent energy. As the dust settled, the demon giant stood battered and weakened. The combined efforts of Edna, Derek and Marcus had taken their toll, leaving the once-mighty creature vuln