Demonic Warlord's Barding Novels & Stories

Every drop of blood inside trembled, glowing as if alive. Seraphim was no longer a weapon of destruction — it was immortal energy. With it, Alaric was neither human nor vampire. He was something new — a being above both races. --- Deep beneath Valenfort’s seventh stratum, where light had never reached, a colossal stone gate remained sealed. Beneath the cracked seal, Lucien Draven opened his eyes. He gasped, air thick with iron and ash. The wound on his chest still bled, but his eyes — once the crimson of a blood king — were now pure black.

), the Decarabian 's former lover Amos, and the Red-haired Warrior, when Clan Brunilderin, led by his current namesake Brunilderin, also takes part in the battle. In which Decarabian is killed in battle, just like Amos in which the Nameless Bard, as the Decarabian dies, Barbatos is elevated to godhood, in which he uses his newfound powers to create a ship in the form of the Nameless. Bard and takes him. the bow in honor of Amos.

It’s not also her attitude to fight against someone too weak for her. “Fuck.” she cursed when she’s almost out of breath. She stopped and catch her breath. She turned to Varagons warriors. Most of them have well-built bodies. They were wearing a beige tunic and pants. They were wearing a brown jacket, an arm patch is affixed to their right arms, it has their logo. Their logo was a standing lion with a wide mouth opened and there was an arrow towards the lion’s mouth. There was another logo but it was affixed in the jacket. The logo was capital letter B, it has an arrow in it and it was wrapped with flowers which is Peony. Their uniform has a black belt with a silver buckle.

said Hugo, the Barbarians on other hand knew Athen and Hugo was warriors and not just ordinary villagers. Suddenly all Barbarians stopped talking, a complete silence spread across the forest, "Are they the warriors?" said someone with a raucous voice, all of barbarians bowed down, it was the leader of their tribe who was informed about the new prisoners that was carrying weapons, Athen was terrified to see the leader, he didn't saw anyone that big ever before, he cannot be a man, a monster. "I know you" said the leader in his raucous deep voice pointing at Hugo, Hugo who till then didn't paid any attention to the leader, looked at him, "You are Hugo the General" exclaimed the leader, the lea

The globes and golden ornaments around had burnt bloodred, causing the streets of the place to turn into a warm crimson glow almost as bright as the sun. Bagdana was the queen's most trusted demon, guard, and creator. Every dark space moment, he had helped put together elements from different galaxies and he had walked miles to get it done. All to protect the legacy of his Queen. Bagdana turned the ball glass-looking object in his transparent hands and for the ninety-ninth time, he was having fun kicking it and playing with it.

Zadicus was back again to his mind. All the twelve relics were in his grasp. He had the whole control of the relics Zadicus was bleeding, losing his breaths as before he was a fifteen feet tall warrior. A knight in black armor with his face covered with a hood and a ripped red cape, holding an ancient maroon scythe with an obsidian in its middle, carved delicately to trap souls in it. “You look beat.” His deep husky voice came, holding his scythe while sitting on his throne, looking down at Zadicus but his face couldn’t be seen because of the shredded cloak over him.

he said, fangs visible from his mouth. "Who....who..." "I'm your guardian angel" he smirked again. Arianna eyes opened in realization. Guardian angel? more like guardian Demon! "I won't hurt you. You summoned me" he said, Arianna gasped, No....she had summoned an angelic creature not this......dark being. Her eyes swept across his features, his skin was an ashen gray and he was shirtless, a mark of a claw on his right chest, long flowing hair that had been tied loosely behind him. He was smirking evilly at her, she felt her legs weaken. She was about to say something when Meena walked in.

Those who had a braver heart would have been terrified by the vision. And now, It was time for the War Immortal to appear, riding his majestic Agalariept. He carried his sword on his back, still dripping with blood from his enemies. The helmet on his head was topped with twisted dragon horns. And the armour he wore was made from the dragon's impenetrable scales. This appears to be his latest victim.

“From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been your signature Unimpressive Finger Lightning.” Ouch. “You know, that’s not really my preferred name for it.” Dor shrugged and started to rummage in a pouch he’d pulled from some unknown recess of his robes. “It killed one of the more skilled warlocks in this part of the world. I’d say it’s not so unimpressive after all.” He looked up, his eyes gleaming an opaque, otherworldly silver in the moonlight. A shudder went down my spine, the kind of instinctive fear that made my brainstem want to crawl out my ear and slither off in terror. What the fuck was

As Roland galloped through the streets, his elegant linen garments billowed in the breeze, offering glimpses of the sturdy chainmail and armour concealed beneath. The sight of the armour caused the citizens to widen their eyes in recognition. It was clear that Roland's attire was of the highest quality. Their assumptions were spot-on. For this particular outing, I had equipped Roland with Grade III magic chainmail and armour, meticulously refined by the system. His attire was tailor-made to complement his class as a Demonic Monk, ensuring unrestricted movement and durability in battle. "Did you see that guy? There's something about him that's just captivating. It's like my eyes are fixated o