Demon Core Hand Burn Novels & Stories

The scientists predicted that the temperature would soon soar to 113 degrees Fahrenheit, the maximum heat humans could endure. My family received the vital supplies I had already ordered via the Internet, but they chose to leave me gagged and bound on the balcony on the first day of the pyro-calypse.

Panic rippled through the crowd, but not a single person stepped forward to help. While holding my breath, I pushed through the chaos and loosened Oliver's collar. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep!" But his pupils had already gone dull. He was too weak to respond. Suddenly, a still-burning cigarette butt droppped nearby and reignited the lingering hydrogen. In an instant, flames shot up toward the sky, and a wave of scorching heat slammed into us. Screams erupted around me. In the chaos, I was shoved and trampled, my wrists and ankles swollen and throbbing.

She got burnt suddenly so, I immediately walk towards her and held her hand that was burnt but she pushed me so I sat on the floor. “What have you done!! What did you do to her huh?!!” Tito Rommel shouted angrily. “I didn’t do anything to her Tito-- “ My hand was shaking with fear because of his shout. “Liar!!” “Rommel, just bring Carmi to your room. I’ll take care of this.” “I said when you went to your room, didn’t I?!” “I was thirsty mom, so I went out of the room--“

"I… I didn't know!" "Declan," I said evenly, "if you order your warriors to stop the men carrying the stretcher, it might not be too late." But before he could react, one of the warriors came running back, panting. "Alpha! As ordered, the body was thrown into the incinerator at the waste plant for fuel." He straightened, almost proud. "I even waited until she was completely reduced to ash before returning to report." Declan's knees gave out. He hit the floor.

The demon’s arm lashes out, backhanding it so hard it slams into a pillar, leaving it stunned. “Asha’ren,” he growls again, the sound vibrating in my bones. The third creature shrieks and dives straight for his face. It latches on, claws raking across his cheek. I see one talon hook into his eye. I gasp. The demon doesn’t react. He simply reaches up, grips the creature by the spine, and sets it on fire without even uttering a spell. It collapses into ash between his hands. Tar drips from his ruined eye socket, but even that begins to glow. Heat knitting the wound closed, and fire is simmering beneath his skin.

Do I have to mention that I didn’t shoot? I fought—and when Farne cut through the enemy ranks to us, literally stepping over their bodies, my clothes were slashed and torn, with bloodstains everywhere. They had gotten to me, and some of the injuries were pretty severe. Thankfully, half-demons had much thicker skins than ordinary humans and could endure pain much more easily. A couple of sword cuts?

"Aaaargh….Zoravec….no….leave me!" Her muffled screams began to resonate in the room, but somehow it did not snag Zoravec' attention. For some reason he was unable to hear her voice and it made the demoness even more scared about the consequences. She wanted to create a distance between themselves to prevent the burning sensation on her hands. It was unknown to her why his body had become hot to the extent that it gave her burns. However Devi wanted to move away but the tremors in her body and the immovable condition made it impossible. Whereas the blood on the floor began to accumulate in one place.

The pressure broke, momentarily. And in that moment, I saw it… something behind them. There was a core, deep in the breast of the creature, throbbing with a gray light which was not part of the forest or of liberty. The ember burned more, and it ached toward it, because it was conscious, that was where the wound lay. "Kieran!" I screamed, and pointed, and the fire was burning wild down my arms. "Its core!" His tempests secured on it immediately. His fires burnt taller, enclosed me, and defended me as he leaned with another onslaught of chains. Then we burn till we see how to break it.

“Thank Goodness, I’m out of that nightmare!” Then I looked around at the damage. Alerion against the wall, arm hanging, black veining running from his wrist toward his elbow. Zane next to him, both hands held out slightly because apparently that was the least painful position to hold burned hands. Caius still on the floor, blood in his hair, one hand pressed to the back of his head. Lysander unconscious two feet away from me, badge-shaped indent still visible on his palm where he'd held it.

the old man shouted, and people cheered loudly. Xiao Long smiled when he heard Fire Beast Core. The Fire Beast Core was another form of Beast Core, which contained the essence of the fire element. Fire Beast Cores could only be obtained in places filled with Fire Essence such as Mount Luhuo where there was Spiritual Flame. Demonic Beasts that have a Fire Beast Core are stronger than ordinary Demonic Beasts and they can also unleash various fire techniques such as flame bursts and such. “Sect Leader, where is that Demonic Fate Sect representative?” Xiao Long asked. He was quite curious about the genius of the black sect.