Hellfire Power Armor Novels & Stories

Tanya said to herself. " Do you know what she is?" Cyrus asked her. " No, but I have a hunch, she is connected to hell" Tanya stated and Vincent growled making the table shake. Cyrus' expression also darkened when Tanya mentioned that. "How are you so sure?" Cyrus asked, and I was confused as to why they had reacted like that. "She possesses hell fire" "Hellfire" I questioned trying to catch up on what they meant. "Only a few people have the ability to use hellfire, the pain of burning with hellfire is more than the pain of a normal fire, and it can only be put out until the person controlling it stops it"

They were all taken aback. A massive pit with a hundred-meter diameter had appeared in the ground. Darryl stood quietly at the bottom of the pit, his face calm. The lightning swords destroyed his clothes, revealing the Bloodwing Battlegear inside. Everyone could see the armor gleaming with golden light at the time. Those golden lights were, indeed, Darryl's divine power. Darryl infused his divine power into the Bloodwing Battlegear as the lightning sword hacked down. The Bloodwing Battlegear withstood the lightning sword's full power with the help of divine power.

said Hugo, both of them was being careful with their every move, their were bears and mountain lions in forests too but they didn't possessed threat like barbarians, Hugo had fought Barbarians in many battles he knows their tactic, for Hugo Barbarians were not smart they was just animals. It wasn't much late when Hugo saw some curiosity arising in Athen's facial expression, "What's wrong" asked Hugo looking at Athen, "I wanted to know about the patch of yours and that scar on your arm" said Athen quietly as if he was struggling to decide whether to ask or not, Hugo laughed pointing at his eye patch he said "It's embarassing but I hurted myself, I tripped and hurted the left eye with my sword

"But the chain is starting to glow! We need more weight!" Félix lunged onto the deck, his emerald aura a roaring, white-hot fire that fought the geometric chill. He wasn't wearing his formal silks; he was back in the scarred leathers of the Rebel, his daggers dripping with the "Cold-Point" energy we had harvested in the Rift.

My mech groaned under the crushing weight and the wail of an alarm filled my capsule. My shield was my saviour-the Goliath slid down my front in a shower of sparks, unable to remain atop me. A torrent of bullets pounded against my armour, accompanied by Harlow's crazed shouting. "You're a hypocritical one, aren't you?" Harlow roared. He sounded unhinged. "You act high and mighty and then don't hesitate to try to drop another building on my men!" Harlow's Goliath was as unsubtle as he was, bristling with no fewer than six railguns. The Goliath was a lead hose-an endless stream of bullets pounded at me from all angles.

"How disgusting. Get rid of them now." In the end, the car pulled into the most expensive neighborhood in the city. The owner of the underground fighting ring where I had spent five years licking shoes bowed in front of Rebecca, smiling. "Don't worry, Miss. Those two old husks have already been thrown into the volcano. Not even ashes are left. I guarantee nothing will be traced back to Mason." I turned and tried to run outside, but Rebecca grabbed me. "They've already been burned to ashes. What else do you want? Are you trying to disgust Mason on purpose?"

another commented " Guys..... Siddarth sir is coming..... he is coming " One girl ran towards them and screamed. Everyone who stood there ran to see new avatar of Siddarth. Soon after Siddarth entered through that automotive glass door everyone's jaw dropped looking a him. perfectly stichted back tuxedo and a perfect figure of some Greek god. He was perfect and focused on everything. His eyes which was burning with that urge to power and conquer things . No one can say that he is a new Siddarth. All that old vibes are still on him which will make his employees will be on their knees or keep striking together when he is angry.Siddharth's manager and his secretary was walking by either si

When he got to where I was, he held out the tool for me to see clearly "Please." I continued struggling against the bindings desperately. When he reached out to grab my arm, I suddenly froze, closing my eyes and turning my face away. "You Thompsons have heartlessly killed so many of our kind. You killed even those who never killed a human for centuries. You've tortured us and hunted us like Prey." Venom dripped from his voice. The darkness in his eyes intensified as he trailed the knife over my skin teasingly. I couldn't stop trembling in utter terror.

His eyes lit up slightly, and he raised his right hand. Then, he placed it beside his mouth and quietly said two words. “Do it.” At that moment, all seventy or eighty heavy-duty helicopters surrounding the air suddenly opened fire on David. Bang bang bang bang bang! Countless bullets and small shells rained down around and on David. These bullets were not ordinary bullets. Instead, they were armor-piercing shells that were seven or eight centimeters long and could easily penetrate more than ten centimeters of steel. Although partial Super-Gods had been tempered and were already much stronger than ordinary people, they still had not broken away from the mortal body.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h