Devil's Flame Novels & Stories

“Ethan!” But he doesn’t move. Doesn’t try. Coward. Dante leans close as I’m hauled past him, his breath warm against my ear. “Say goodbye to your prince, doll. The devil’s claimed you now.” I scream until my throat burns, until the church disappears, until the night air swallows me whole. The car reeks of leather and gunpowder. My wrists burn against the zip ties. Two men flank me, rifles across their laps. “Let me out!” I shout, kicking the door.

I whisper to the mirror as if he is standing behind me, "If you are a real man like I thought you were, you will stop pestering my dream and confront me in real life. Come directly to me, let me prove to you what kind of devil you gave birth to." The image of him wailing and thrashing in the seat I tied him to as I emptied a gallon of gasoline over his head, comes to dance in the mirror of my thoughts. And sinisterly enough, I laugh darkly, wishing it can be made into a movie that I can watch when I'm bored. "Please, Mara," I remember him calling my name as I slowly played with the flame of the lighter, "Don't set Papa on fire." And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever trul

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

She would be a fool to think this devil wouldn't lose his temper. "Nimalaya moved from one house to another, setting everything ablaze out of anger. Her blue flame looks beautiful as the sun reflects its bright hue. The cries of humans and demons burning wouldn't make one marvel at the beauty of the flame. It looked beautiful but dangerous. It was nothing but a death sentence. The cries of mercy resounded in the air that carried the stench of burning flesh. Her face was the last thing people were seeing before her fire burned them to crisps. Summoning demonic spirits, she would make sure some people couldn't flee.

In front of him, the originally red flames began to emit layers of black light beam. The black flame was a flame that could only be released by the Nine Netherbird! It was called the Nine Serenities Fire by the world! The Nine Netherbird was born from the Nine Serenities Fire. It was born with raging flames, so it was born with a strong control over flames. Furthermore, the Nine Serenities Fire that it cultivated possessed incomparable destructive power. The other creatures had no way of controlling it at all. The Nine Serenities Fire, the Mysterious Heavenly Flame, the Ghostly Devil Flame, the Purifying Flame...

It looked like flowing water instead of an actual fire. “Blake, what about your flame?” Claire asked Blake Jr. to everyone’s curiosity. His was the most mysterious, being black in nature. “Uhm, well. Truth be told, I don’t know. It does not even produce any heat or cold. It’s like it’s not even here, but it is here. I’m a little confused about its methods.” Blake Jr. replied, a bit embarrassed over his flame. “All I can say is that it’s called the Heavenly Devouring Flame.”

Her throat and tongue were also hurt by the fire. "That thing... It shouldn't be in here." Santi murmured." That fire. That flame. The one that the Viscount's family used was the Flames of Gehenna. The Flames of Gehenna were the most dangerous of all the fires. And only a handful of people could control the Flames of Gehenna. Truthfully, if the Flames of Gehenna were used, everyone would be devoured and nothing would remain. With just a whisp of the wind, a small Flames of Gehenna could expand depending on the wind that was controlled.

She gestured to the first symbol: a flame that flickered real fire. 1. Ignisar – God of Fire Bloodline Name: Ignisborn Traits: volatile tempers, enhanced strength, fire conjuration, immunity to flame Signature Magic: combustion spells, wildfire manipulation, soul-heat channeling Trial Weakness: cannot survive underwater realms without aid Whispers filled the room. I scribbled in my notebook so fast my hand cramped. “Many godbloods,” the professor continued, “live unaware of their lineage. But don’t fret.” She offered a knowing smile. “In your third week here, you’ll undergo a blood test to determine your divine origin. The truth will reveal itself, whether you’re ready or not.”

He picked up his phone and dialed Vinyl's number and soon afterwards there was a knock on the door. “Come in.” Khalil responded. “You sent for me boss.” He said holding a laptop. “You were at the wedding yesterday. Did you see that black girl with the Argento family?” “Yes, I spoke to her. Her name is Pamela.” “What else do you know?” “Don’t you know Bloom?” Vinyl asked. “Bloom is dead.” He answered. “She’s his step daughter, turns out he didn’t treat them right and I think the girl must have set him on fire after her mother died at the shoot out.”

Blood splattered the white tablecloth like abstract art. Rose sat frozen in her seat, trembling violently with tears in her eyes. Her champagne glass slipped from her fingers and shattered on the floor. She could barely breathe as she witnessed him, her husband was the real devil in disguise. He was cutting down man after man like they were insects. None got close to her. Not one. Vladimir was a storm, unshaken, unscarred, except for a fresh gash that bled slowly down his cheek. And still… He didn’t flinch.