Devil Fire Novels & Stories

Yet here it was, melted to the ground. I stooped down to touch the wet ash under my boots, brushing my wet hair back. Rubbing the ash between my thumbs, I shook my head. Regular fire did not do this. This was the work of something else. Devil's Fire. A sacred fire that burned from within, and never showed its flames until it was too late.

As a hidden place for demons, even if there was a natural danger of lava blocking them, they would not lack the protection of an array formation! Through his powerful spirit energy, Zephyr Khan could sense that there was a strong Devil energy in the lava below! The entire formation was operated by Devil energy! It was not difficult to guess! Under the lava of this big volcano was the living Devil Clan! And just now! The reason why the volcano suddenly erupted was because the Curse Devil King's soul secret skill had discovered this formation and triggered the retaliation of the formation's strength! He tried to kill the two Zephyr Khan through lava!

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.

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

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

Then came the fury of the Dragon King as the door glowed blood red, flames licking under the door in fury as Ragnar came completely undone. "Give me my mate!" Bellowed Ragnar's dragon as the ground underneath the door began to heat up through the onslaught of Dragonfire. The building's foundations began to shake as they protested against the assault they were under, and Matilda began to chant, furiously moving her hands about.

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

His hands explored her body, fingers tracing the curves he had memorized in his dreams. Hema arched into him, her nails digging into his back, pulling him impossibly closer. She felt his desperation, his need. His body was already hard, aching, throbbing against her. And deep down—she wanted this too. Her own core throbbed, wet with anticipation, craving the friction only he could give. She feasted on him. Not with love. Not with passion. With anger. With vengeance. Their kisses were heated, desperate, dangerous. Zayden mistook her fury for passion, and she let him.

If Giovanni thought this would be my ending, he didn’t know what he had just ignited. The devil doesn’t die in fire. He builds kingdoms from the ashes. I closed my eyes as the sirens wailed in the distance. Let’s see how the Lion roars when I come back limping—only to tear out his throat. This wasn’t over.

The house is a fortress, the men wolves, the city itself poisoned with his reach. But somewhere deep inside, buried under the fear and the shame, a spark still burns. I will not let Dante De Luca destroy me. I don't know how. I don't know when. But one day, I'll break him. As I close my eyes, listening to the steady rhythm of his breathing beside me, I swear it to myself. Not as a promise. As a weapon.