Devil Fire Novels & Stories

he walked to the lake of fire. All the demons were gathered in the lake. And Fire elder addressed them. "Every year, the fire festival is held to celebrate the element of fire. The fire signal is lit to give us the assurance that the fire will always be with us. To lit the signal this year, I invite my son Devon, the strongest demon in the fire control class to light the signal." "What is the meaning of this? It's the duty of the crown prince to lit the signal. The only reason why Devon did it in the past was because the crown prince wasn't back yet." Phidius protested.

However, he had just taken in too much from the power of Heavenly Punishment, and now his ability was falling short of his wishes. "Block them!" In an instant, a few hundred people came out again, they summoned their golden flying swords and slashed at the feet of the devil ride. The devil ride soared and suddenly spewed a black devil flame from its mouth. Those who came in contact with the devil flame were burned to charcoal before they could even scream. The few wardens behind watched in shock as they said, "This devil ride is a fourth-order beast soul..." The warden in purple said: "We can't allow this devil to escape today, or there'll be endless troubles. I will chase after him, you lot

It was closely followed by a ray of blazing light that appeared in her elixir field. Crap! It was the Heart Devil Flame. Darryl was startled with worry as he began to panic. Darryl was no stranger to the Heart Devil Flame. That was a flame that grew from a cultivator's elixir field whenever they entered a psychotic break, evolved from the cultivator's essence. The Heart Devil Flame was different from regular flames. Once it formed, it had to be pushed out as soon as possible, or the high temperature would destroy the elixir field and pulse, causing the bearer to lose their lives.

Shivay stood rooted to his place, not knowing what to do, he shouted at the other end but the call was already, disconnected Anger rushed inside his system, his body felt as if burning under the volcano, he screamed at top of his voice, his men’s shivered to see the devil all miserable yet the voice had the capacity to send a shiver down everyone spine He marched towards Mark, and held his jaw with a force, mark felt as if it came out of his face “Tell me who the hell is he” he shouted making him scared for his life, the man in front of him looked like Devil in all forms, it felt as if whoever comes in front of him, would die seeing mire his eyes, which was like a volcano Mark struggled to b

He replied. “Where is David? Didn't he go to work on the other side?” “Your shift has ended, it’s my turn to work.” “You haven’t answered my…” “Enough with the question.” His voice became shady. Charles grunted and went away while a Spike still in disguise, positioned himself behind the bar. He attended to a few customers. He laid flat on the floor, ignoring the customers who were yelling for a bartender to attend to them. The semi-automatic Beretta 92FS was already set to do its job. He raised the gun to be leveled with his head, then cocked the gun and fired.

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.

“Non l’hai capito nel modo giusto, quindi non lo avrai nemmeno nella tua seconda vita. (You didn’t get this the right way, so you won’t have it even in your second life.)” After Seth said that, he took out his phone and dialed Marco's number. “Fallo, (Do it)” he said briefly and when he got close to the car and quickly got in. “Andiamo. (Let’s go.)” However, as soon as he sat down, he opened the window and threw out his cigarette, and in an instant, a small fire began to form, gradually growing and quickly engulfing the green vineyard in flames. Don Fabio's eyes widened when he saw the fire in his vineyard.

That night she came to dinner wearing shorts, she looked so fucking sexy and I wanted to send every one of my men out of the dining room and fuck the shit out of her on the dining table but I quickly brushed the thought off because what the fuck. Watching her sleep so peacefully made my heart start beating differently, I didn’t even know that shit still works. In my ‘line of work’, people refer to me as The Devil and I love that nickname. My hand involuntarily reached out to tuck a strand of her hair but I stopped and got up when I heard Gio come in. Thank God he didn’t see that. “Oh, why is our princess sleeping on a couch?” Gio said “Don’t know, don’t care” I answered as I loosened my tie

She flashes me another smile and adds "I think you're in my chair" And I think that I'm still unconscious because there's no way this is the woman they've dubbed La Diabla. Those two words translate to she devil. How evil does a woman have to be for the whole country to refer to her that way? The person in front of me is... No, it's impossible. Perhaps Fan's wife sent her to mess with me or this is a joke. Taking out my phone, I look up Catalina Ferrero. The first picture of her that pops up makes my stomach sink. It seems that she's been trending for the past few days. In the photo, she's covered in blood and the headline reads, "Mrs. Ferrero slaughters chicken for her guests during late hu

The acrid stench of burning metal and gasoline filled my nostrils, an overwhelming reminder of chaos and destruction. Damien stood rooted in place, his mouth agape as he gawked at the inferno that had once been his gleaming vehicle. The flickering flames danced against his face, casting ominous shadows that lent him an almost demonic appearance. The fire reflected in his dark eyes, twin pools of fury and disbelief. "Who dares to try this shit with me?" Damien's voice cracked like a whip in the thick smoke, raw with rage and indignation. The veins in his neck bulged, a clear testament to his anger as he shouted into the chaos around us.