Devil's Flame Novels & Stories

Shadows danced between the firelight—men with rifles, yelling commands in a language he didn't understand. He reached out, again and again—but she was always just beyond reach. “ISA!” But it wasn’t Isa anymore. It was Ayra. She stood in the middle of the flames wearing Isa’s face. Her expression was cold, mocking. Her hands on another man’s chest. Her lips curved in that half-smile. “You let me burn,” she said. Lucian screamed, the fire collapsing in on him— and he jerked awake. His breath tore out of him like a gasp for air after drowning. Sweat slicked his forehead. His chest rose and fell in panicked heaves. The room was still dark, lit only by the faint city glow filtering through the cu

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

Exhaustion washed over me, but my spirit remained defiant, my eyes flashing with anger. As they prepared to take me away, one of the criminals leaned close, his putrid breath assaulting my senses. "You're gonna enjoy this, sweetheart. I got a big one that's gonna stretch that tight vagina of yours real good. You'll be screaming in pleasure, begging for more," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with perverse pleasure. I glared at him, my fear giving way to anger. "Go to hell," I spat, my voice strong despite my trembling lips. "You won't take me without a fight. I'll curse you, rip your manhood from your bodies, and feed it to the dogs!"

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

“She always fed on devotion. But it’s more than that now. She’s becoming something else. The longer this city suffers, the stronger she gets. And if they offer you to her…” Caelan stiffened. “Then we lose.” “No,” he said. “Then the world burns.” The room was silent for a moment. Then I whispered, “We end her. No more running. No more hiding. I don’t care what she is. She’s not a goddess, she’s a parasite. And I’ll rip her out of the roots.” Orion grinned despite himself. “That’s my little Flame,” he said. “All right. So we sneak into a death temple, steal secrets from a possibly insane heretic, take on a cult of blood priests, and kill an immortal monster with a god complex.”

He hated how much he craved this… hated how every time Vito got close, something deep inside him woke up and begged to be touched, to be used, and fucking claimed. “I… I don’t know.” Vito stepped out of the shower, water pooling at his feet. “Come here.” Aiden moved without thinking. The moment he was close enough, water from Vito’s body soaked into his clothes. He reached out tentatively, pressing both hands against Vito’s chest. The skin was burning hot despite the shower. His fingers traced over old knife scars and intricate tattoos. He wondered what each mark meant, what kind of violent life had written these stories across Vito’s body.

“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.

the flames had caught on the tar and started burning her badly but as she cried she continued her pleas “and after they kill her drown this whole town down to hell!!!” When she finished speaking the flames turned into a bright hellish red and circlead the entire woman’s body and consumed her quickly, and in the spawn of quick seconds her body was consumed and nothing more than clean white bones where left on the floor as a tesmtemnt. The devil had heard and the Devil delivered.

With a final flourish, she extinguished the flames, leaving only a faint wisp of smoke in their wake. Elara, the newcomer with the Celestial Flames, stepped forward next. Her presence commanded attention, and her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. "My power is the Celestial Flames," she said, her voice ringing with authority. "These flames are imbued with celestial energy, capable of healing and destruction."