Devil Burning Novels & Stories

The Sword Master made an evaluation. In the Immortal Period, an adult Fire Devil could kill a high-level God Realm Master. They were one of the primitive residents of this world. Like many other primitive residents at the same time, they inherited the power of heaven and earth, obtained the opportunity and luck at the beginning of the chaotic world, and obtained primitive power. Therefore, they could become fierce and unmatched without cultivation. However, the Fire Devil in front of Ding Hao was huge, thousands of meters high, but it had not fully grown up. Ding Hao observed carefully and vaguely felt a kind of power in this huge ruthless devil that was completely different from the martial

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

My deepest secret is that she, the sexy as fuck women who will soon be my wife was mine, she was my first and only and will be until the day I take my last breath. Demitria owns me, mind, body and soul... she's the fucking devil and 'm her devoted follower. She is my Diabla.

“Caden, we’re in. Where are you?” “Big office at the back—two assistants out front. Only one with an assistant.” “Are you two okay?” he asked. He sounded worried. “Just get here.” I cut the link. Devon stepped closer. “Baylee—protect your clothes,” I linked. A soft purple haze shimmered around her as I lit my palm with fire. Devon froze. “What is she doing?” I smirked. Baylee exhaled. A banshee’s scream burst from her body—shattering glass, igniting Devon’s body in a flash of hellfire. He didn’t even get the chance to scream before he was ash.

Apollyon laughed hysterically at the disgraceful display of his people before staring at the volcano mockingly. "You see, Dragon God? These are your faithful followers, the most fearless warriors in the world. Haha, what a joke!" "Blasphemy!" "Kill the Devil!" "Burn him! Exorcize the evil!" The mob raised their weapons with red eyes as if they had become demonized. Apollyon was looking down on them with contempt while carrying a provocative smile that seemed to imply that all of them weren't enough to make him feel threatened at all. They were about to stampede to him when a deafening voice echoed through the darkness, making them freeze on their spots.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

"Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..." "I don't fucking care about that. I chose you as my mate. Not even the moon goddess can prevent me from marking you..." He was about to kiss me on my neck when suddenly, his whole body glowed in flames. He grunted loudly and shivered. "D-Devon? Devon! Oh, my gosh! Devon!" I called him many times but he was submerged in the water. He was struggling too much. "Grace, help me! How can I stop the Flames Spell?"

Another wave of Emberflame pressed forward, and the western barrier arc on the projection thinned at its seam, the ward geometry straining like bone under too much weight. A commander swallowed. “My lord, the vanguard is—” “I can see it,” Apollo replied, quietly, and his Devilfire tightened under his skin like a fist. He could see it all. The black-glass ground cracked and smoked where Emberfire struck it. Infernal beasts barrelled through the gaps, horned and plated, their claws throwing up shards of vitrified stone that glittered briefly before turning to ash. Winged devils fell from the sky, trailing red blood that steamed when it hit the ground. Lesser hellspawn burst apart under Embersp

Long Chen said, immediately attacking the remaining three sects without blinking. "How dare you! Devil Fire, protect me!" shouted the handsome man, immediately unleashing his fire power to withstand Long Chen's attack. BOOOOM... BOOOOM... Each of Long Chen's needle attacks was blocked by the black devil fire. Long Chen saw the devil fire in the man's hands and understood the level of that devil fire. Devil fire was fire from the devil world, and it was likely that only a few people could use devil fire like that man. But at least Long Chen's fire was not inferior to that man's fire when they clashed.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.