Demon Slayer Flame Breathing Mga Nobela at Kwento

The only thing that can slay a dragon is someone like me- a dragon slayer. Is he getting weaker? I remarks, "Your hand... it's not healing?" "Oh, I'm just tired, that's why I'm healing slower." Arthur tries to hide his hand away from me. He's obviously lying. It's such a deep cut, I bet it hurts like hell. I grab his hand gently and healed it with my newly found blue flame skill. It's called 'Flame healing'. Arthur smirks, "I didn't know you'd learn such complex spell easily."

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and brimstone. Demons swarmed in like a relentless tidal wave, their screeches and snarls filling the air with terror. They were making a beeline straight for me. Gabe drew his sword, moving to stand in front of me. A surge of energy coursed through my veins, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Opening my eyes, I focused on the demons making their way towards us. With a flick of my wrist, tendrils of bright white flames erupted from my form, wrapping around the demons and engulfing them in ethereal fire.

Bloom jumped when his palm slammed against the wall, just above her left shoulder and she fearfully trailed her gaze up to meet the ominous demon caging her to the wall with his large body. In the depth of those blue-green orbs, shrouded in pure darkness was the amassing flames of a fire so intense Bloom was set aflame in a volcanic eruption. She burned like the hottest fire and effectively melted into a submissive puddle. His lips tore into a smirk, “Enthralling”. ***

Dozens of them, cloaked in ash-gray ceremonial robes, eyes fixed on her with unreadable expressions. He didn’t move. Neither did she. She was being judged. Measured. And then he opened his mouth. Not to speak. To breathe. Flame poured from between his fangs—slow at first, then curling in thick waves. It wasn’t like normal fire. It didn’t crackle or flick. It roared, a deep, thrumming sound that filled the chamber and pressed against her bones. Smoke hit her throat, thick and bitter. Her eyes watered. The air shimmered so hot she thought her skin would peel from her bones. Her legs shook. She couldn’t scream—there was no air in her lungs, only heat, only flame.

The Grand Bodhisattva did not even look at the female demon. Flexing his fingers, a breeze that did not feel particularly strong shot at the woman's body. The next second, the woman let out a scream—her entire body was burning violently, fiercely like gasoline. The bystanders simply could not put the flames out, and there was no need to anyway—after just three seconds, the female demon's entire body was burned away. "Ah..." "Fuck!" "Why is this fire so strange? Is it the legendary flame of the Buddha’s wrath?"

Sylvia’s smile widened. “Excellent. Now, let’s try something a bit more challenging. Summon a creature and imbue it with the fire spell.” This was new territory for me. Summoning and element manipulation together required a level of control I wasn’t sure I had yet. But I was determined to try. I focused on a small bird, picturing its form and essence, and then combined that image with the fire spell. The air shimmered, and a tiny, fiery bird appeared before me, its feathers flickering with flames.

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

Lexie's POV I really was destined to be damned. I took a deep breath and looked at Brandon's dazed, lifeless expression. Then, I started laughing. He demanded to know what I was laughing at. I said, "This is our karma." He froze, then cried again. I watched him suffer without saying a word. Daniella had personally told me she didn't hate him. Daniella was a great person, but I wasn't. I wanted him to suffer for the rest of his life.

"Look at me. You've learned control, you can teach him. I know you can." His voice cut through the panic trying to climb up my throat. I focused on him, on the steady way he was breathing, on the absolute certainty in his eyes that I could do this. The wild thing inside me that wanted to burn and rage and destroy slowly quieted. I turned back to Dante. "Follow my breathing. In and out, just like that. Feel the power but don't fight it. It's part of you now." He stared at me for a long second then matched his breathing to mine. In. Out. In. Out. The silver glow leaking from his hands started to dim. The fire that was crackling around us receded inch by inch until it finally disappeared comple

The demon looks at us for the last time and threatened, "Not a word to Tera, or the deal is off. You know what will happen when there will be no deal, don't you." Demon touches the flames but it does not burn her skin. Her pitch-black eyes had light reflected in them as she stared at the burning flame. She smiles excitingly as she tried to grab the flame with her hands. The demon went back to Tera's spot. She knelt down, facing the bowl. She took out her hand and opened it up. She was stared at her own hand for too long until fire ignited above it. She demon brought it down to the ground then the ground absorbed it.