Flame Breath Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

My cunning cousins whistled and cheered, making me fume in anger. I glared at George. I gave a look that indicated 'As if I'd do that', wiping that awful smirk on his face. He started groaning. "Come on girl. It's a simple dare. I didn't say you to makeout for giving such dramatic expressions!" George exclaimed for which I stood up leaving Haileys' hand. I went near him and smacked on his head for which he yelled "Ouch! That hurts princess!" I smirked at his painful reaction and left to sit at my place. Hailey and others looked at me curiously.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

“Why would you be looking for that demon!?” “Gorshe is the demon dragon with black eternal flame—one of my main skill sets before. If I gain that power back, I would be able to use the flame to get rid of the dark mist.” I try to explain my idea to Belphegor, but he just seems a little distraught for some reason. Out of frustration, he was about to brush his hood back, but he immediately stopped himself. There was something about the mannerism that struck me as familiar, though I just can’t point out what.

This is off to a great start. “Well, this is slightly embarrassing” Levi responds with a nervous laugh. I run my hand down the front of my face. Waves of anger, frustration and embarrassment run through me. I don’t normally have to try too hard if I was ever interested in a she-wolf. As soon as they feel the Alpha Aura they are practically throwing their panties at you and begging to be your Luna. So, to say I have little to no game wouldn’t be an understatement except now I’ve just rocked up to somewhere I thought I was invited but wasn’t, smashed a guy’s face into a wall like a Neanderthal and I’m not even the one she is interested in. This is just fucking peachy.

Ordinary quality Divine Order's Flame, holy fire, and divine fire could not destroy it, but now, it had turned to ash. The Zago Baby Spirit realized the flames Chase had summoned could not be taken lightly. They had to be at least superior divine-grade flames to achieve such effects. The ghostly light in its eyes changed from blue to purple as the death aura around it grew heavier. Black smoke spread like clawing ghosts or soul-reaping messengers from hell. Chase did not want to entangle with it further. The Greedy Wolf Blade emerged, and a razor-sharp blade light dozens of feet long instantly slashed down.

He appears behind Rev seconds later and slashes her from behind, "I call it, Peacemaker." Rev ducks instinctively and rolls out of the way. "Doesn't matter what you call it", she says, "it's no match for Doomblade!" She opens herself wide and says, "Flame technique! Fire slash!" Her sword suddenly comes alive with a roar of flames as she swings her sword at the officer. As the flames from her sword almost burns his face, he vanishes yet again. She stands there motionless for seconds, she barely hears a sound from her surroundings.

From hunger. The soul he was about to trade had never been his to begin with. He pressed the edge of his claw to his tongue. Bit. Bled again. “Lael ith os murn. I am the last flame. I am the spine of the beast. I give. Take me.” The ground groaned. The altar split down the middle. And from the wound in the earth came not fire—but breath. Old breath. The kind that smelled like burnt roots and forgotten names. The kind of breath that remembered the First Pact and had waited too long to be worshipped again.

My pulse thundered like war drums, and when I dragged in a breath, starlight burned in my lungs. “Elara.” Kael’s voice snapped through the frenzy. “Stay with me.” I tried. Gods, I tried. But the breach was calling, its whispers sinking hooks into every shattered piece of me, and the power clawing at my veins wanted out. Another creature lunged for Kael. I didn’t think. Didn’t breathe. I just moved. The air cracked when I unleashed it—a burst of white fire and silver flame that split the night sky in two. The thing disintegrated mid-lunge, shredded into fragments of light that scattered like falling stars.

The air turned colder with every breath he took, shadows rippling outward from his feet. “We’re surrounded,” I muttered, stepping away from him slowly. His voice was a growl. “Let them come.” A bolt of light shot toward us, but I raised my hand, twisting my fingers through the air. Shadows erupted like vines, devouring the spell mid-flight. My eyes burned with violet flame as my blood stirred. I could feel her—my demon—writhing beneath my skin, itching for freedom. “You want to see what a Celeriac demon looks like?” I whispered, mostly to myself.

“Demon flame art: Purga!” All of the demons in the cube erupted in the same green flame. They withered away, but more too their place. “Fine then.”, she said, as a dagger appeared in her hand. She raised it up and mad e a single stroke down. “Antaroq Eznon Dymor!”