Fire And Brimstone Novels & Stories

Zenith’s POV Inferno’s fire still shimmering faintly along the villa’s boundary. I know the flames are not real flames, not the kind that destroy, but Alejandro says they are alive, an enchantment born from his wolf’s essence. Safe. Untouchable. That’s what the fire means. And yet, inside my chest, unease coils tighter every passing day.

Instead, the ethereal blaze emitted an otherworldly glow, casting an ominous hue that bespoke its divine origin. The searing, radiant flames bore a spectral quality that defied the physical realm, scorching Belphegor's very spirit while leaving his corporeal form unscathed. It was a manifestation of Holy Fire, an awe-inspiring testament to the wrath of the divine. The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power.

Brock growled with a stoicism that cloaked his fear—an emotion I knew he felt but never displayed. "Never was an option," I replied, trying to muster a similar courage in my voice. Our torches cut through the darkness like twin beacons of hope amidst a sea of despair. Brock charged forward, his movements a symphony of brute force and precision. Flames licked the air, consuming the wretched horde before us with an insatiable ferocity that mirrored the hunger of the zombies themselves. Each moan they uttered as they caught fire was a grim reminder of the curse afflicting them, a vile dirge to the lives they'd once led.

he asked which was followed immediately with a lofty cough. “ you like bad thing this boy, give your life to Christ and become a born again”, as she was still speaking, Bruno burst into severe laughter whereas Enola joined him. “ See who’s talking, you will still be the one to seduce me, we shall know who the evil one is….. don’t worry, tomorrow will determine”, he predicted. “ Is that what you have to say, in fact, I won’t come again, don’t be expecting me anymore”, she warned with a little change of voice.

I prayed once again to the three gods I usually prayed to, Balder for purity of spirit so that I could go into this battle with a pure heart and not one filled with hate, to Idun for rejuvenation to keep me alive and finally to Tyr so that my vengeance would be accepted and I asked all three to keep Bryan safe. I opened my eyes as I envisioned our success, I could taste it and I wanted it. I closed my eyes again as I heard Bryan. “Hriga hringr hlif, hriga hringr hlif.” I concentrated and the green flames started burning in my hands. “Hriga hringr hlif.” I joined in his chant and I saw the circle lift slightly. We kept on chanting as the green flames burned brighter, the circle started shakin

He unleashed a thunderous roar that shook the continents above him, a cry imbued with the wrath of ancient times, then spewed from his mouth a black flame—not ordinary fire, but an infernal fire that fed on fear itself. The flames shot upward through the cracks, reaching the colossal pit in the ritual chamber within the Palace of the Sun of Ages. There, the pit glowed as if it had transformed into the open maw of a volcano, tongues of fire rising until they pierced the roof of the raging palace, cascading into the sky in enormous columns visible for miles.

Another was ‘mother’—a word imbued with warmth and familiarity, evoking feelings that felt both personal and universal. The priest’s lips curled into a faint smile as he continued to speak, though my grasp of his meaning remained elusive. After finishing his whispered blessings, he placed a single delicate hibiscus bloom into my hand, followed by a tiny pinch of kumkum, the bright red powder often used in sacred rituals. I accepted these tokens of positivity and hope, feeling a strange mix of reverence and joy.

In a split second, my knuckles connected with a bony jaw. The collision was followed with a loud shriek and then a body being hauled some meters away. I closed the distance between us almost at the same instant and rained down punches on the guy's face. All I saw in my eyes was a red haze and nothing else. Another kind of rage and anger had filled me so much that I angrily enjoyed punching the guy's face. It was like the person had snapped some kind of a trip wire in me that could never be reconnected. I couldn't control what I was feeling at the moment, I just wanted to beat this person endlessly for pissing me off. Blood spurt out of his nose under the constant punches I rained on him maki

I ask him. “Let’s first have you checked out before I call her. I’ll call your doctors to first make sure you’re fine.” he tells me I sigh and nod. I knew better than to argue with my big brother. “What happened to me?” I ask him. “You got hurt in a fire.” He tells me. He presses a button by my bed. “You got anything for the pounding in my head?” I ask him. Damon looks at me. “What does it feel like?” he asks coming closer. He takes a pen out of his pocket. When he holds it up to my face, I realise it’s like a flashlight. He shines it in my eyes.

The wind carried the scent of ash and blood as night fell over the Stone Vale. Shadows danced around the ancient Circle, cast by flames that licked skyward from the enormous pyre at its heart. The Bonefire, sacred and wild, roared in defiance of the veil between worlds. Sparks curled like spirits breaking free, spinning in maddened spirals above the ring of stones.