Legend Of Demons

By Armada Volya

Jeff, Dubba, and Pharker were back to back, surrounded by the demonic warriors. Their weapons were ready to defend, but the attack was slow to come.
Demonlord approached them.
“You fight well for humans. Which one of you is the bravest though? I will give you a chance to survive and to save your friends. Any of you fights and wins against me, and I will let all three of you walk away.”
“You’re not human. You can’t be defeated,” Dubba whispered.
Demonlord’s mouth twitched, lifting a corner into a resemblance of a smile. “What choice is there?”
Dubba ground his teeth and leaped, sword singing. Slash, stab, swing. Demonlord evaded every blow with ease but didn’t attack. They danced on and on until the night swallowed them.
Jeff looked back at Moffman, who was on the ground now, his hands covering his face, his body shuddering.
“Something is very, very wrong,” he said, at last, more to himself than anyone else.
“How the phark did you figure that out?”
“I mean. . .”
Demonlord appeared from the darkness. Alone.
“I’m afraid your friend lost his soul to Kira.”
Pharker screamed and ran at the black knight.
“No!” Jeff tried to grab him and pull him back but was too late.
Ag, Crager, and Cepera blocked his path, pushing him back, blocking most of his view.
“Pharker, don’t fight him!”
The answer was Pharker’s scream, then Demonlord’s voice.
“Your turn, my dearest prince. Your turn.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Armada Volya
• Release date: Mar 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370368341

Armada Volya

I am an artist who prefers drawing cute, adorable flowers and a writer who goes for not so cute and adorable monsters. Although I was telling fantastical stories since early childhood (telling my mom that someone else peed in my pants), I had never realized that I was actually any good at it until Vincent ( my husband) whipped me into shape and told me to shut up and start writing.On one wonderful fall day Vincent told me to try my hand in writing short stories, to which I replied that I could never write a short story because I would suck at it and my grammar is bad because English is my third language and so on and so forth. Long story short, Vincent wakes up the next day and I present him with my first short story."You just told me you can't write," said Vincent. And then he read the story that I, the woman who had always painted colorful, adorable flowers, had written. It was a very dark story about OCD vampires (no seriously, OCD vampires can be very scary.)And that was the beginning of The Kairan Curse, which ended up being broken down into 3 collections of short stories and notelets.

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Legends Of Demons

by Armada Volya

Cover art by Vincent Volya Russell

Copyright © 2017

All Rights Reserved

The please don’t sue me disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All characters, businesses or places, events or incidents, are fictitious, except where they are not.

For

All the wonderful people from Boomstick

Let's phark them up

Table Of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

End of Book Thingy

Legends Of Demons

Chapter 1

Jeff looked at the city for the last time. The Slarusian troops had broken through the gates an hour earlier and were rolling through the streets, burning and killing everything they could find

Your highness, we must go, the young man behind him said.

Yes, we must. And you, Moffman, must stop calling me your highness. There is no use attracting attention to ourselves with titles that no longer apply.

You know you will always be our prince, the burly man wearing a panda hide said as he pulled Jeff along. Dubba was one of Jeff’s oldest friends, and when the war broke out, he returned from his hunting trip to help where he could.

They went down the winding stairs that took them to the dungeon. Candles lit enough of the way not to get lost, but not much more than that. Anyone who didn’t know his way around would get lost, which is exactly how Jeff wanted it.

Over here. The whisper came from the left, and the three companions turned towards it.

The old swordsmith, Pharker, greeted them with a group of men dressed as civilians, but few would ever mistake them for such. The muscular shoulders and chests gave them away as warriors. Thinner legs proved them to be knights, used to riding into battle on horseback.

Now they will all have to walk, walk for days, for month, for as long as it took.

Jeff squeezed the hilt of his sword, knowing there was nothing he could do now, but burning to return and take revenge.

This way, Pharker whispered as he opened the heavy wooden door to a long corridor.

Half the knights went in, then Jeff and Dubba. The rest followed, providing protection in the back in case anyone found the secret passage.

The darkness took them in. They didn’t dare light their path, took cautious steps and made little noise until at last they were greeted by a dead-end.

Get the phark out of my way, Pharker whispered as he made his way to the front. Where was that blasted thing?

The screeching sound above their heads made Jeff flinch. They didn’t know who might be on the other side, if even by accident. But the stars that lit the sky at least meant they found their way out of the castle.

Pharker jumped and caught the edge of the now open trapdoor. He lifted himself up, then whispered, All good. Come on out, but stay low to the ground. We’re still too close to the castle.

One by one the knights went up. Jeff was the last to go. As always, his people kept him safe, regardless of the lost war and his failure to keep their friends alive.

They crawled on the ground, getting into the formation that left Jeff in the middle, then went into the woods. Only the movement of the grass and the occasional sword hitting rocks gave them away.

It seemed to take forever, but at last, they were hidden by the shadows of trees and could rise to their feet. Jeff’s body ached, but there was no time to rest. They made their way deep into the forest, putting miles behind them.

The night was not too bad. The enemy attention was on the castle, and the darkness hid them well, but Jeff knew that the sun would rise and they would have to be careful, possibly hide until the day ended.

There was a village a few miles north. Jeff had an old friend there who could help them out. Maybe that would be the best place until they could make their way to the next hiding place.

What have we here. The voice came from the darkness.

Jeff tried to see who it was, but it seemed even the moon didn’t dare look upon the intruders. At last, four men stepped out. In the forefront was a tall knight in black armor. His face covered by an iron mask with two horns. His breastplate was adorned with a skull over a dragon’s wing.

Are you worthy of this sword? The man’s voice boomed