Flame Breath Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

she screamed. I shook her. “Completely soundproof, no one can hear you. Now talk!” “No, no, no!” she muttered, tears beginning to spill down her face. “I don’t have time for games,” I warned, holding her tighter to the wall. “Not again,” she said in a horrified whisper just before flames burst from her. I dropped her, not expecting the flames. She let out a half-sob half-scream as she looked at her hands. My face changed; the Gargoyle surfacing in the face of the Demon. The smell of burnt cobbler was overwhelming.

The little fella burped. "Boom! Boom! Boom!" A few more columns of black Demon Aura flame bombarded down from the sky. This was the Black Demon Patriarch's Elemental Demonic Fire. Even an absolute Saint-level expert would not dare to meet it head-on. However, the black puppy merely opened its mouth and sucked a couple of mouthfuls as though it was something tasty. It swallowed more than a dozen of the Black Demon Aura flames into its mouth. Uncle Tianshu was so shocked that his tongue almost fell.

The flames danced across his oiled skin like living gold. Zayla’s brow furrowed. Before she could speak, the man tilted his head back, took a deep breath… and blew. A roaring jet of fire exploded from his mouth, slicing through the night like a dragon’s wrath. The heat slammed against Zayla’s face. She flinched violently, clutching Irene’s arm hard enough to bruise. “What in the gods’ names...?!” she gasped, eyes wide. “How is he doing that?!”

After that brief moment we went our own ways but I was greatly affected. That brief moment had made thing worse for me. At every distance I made, I could guess how his dress smell with the best perfume in the world. His handsome face, tall body and slim physical appearance were all wrapped together in one piece. Then came the boom from his voice that had drained all the breath out of me. I quickly realized that Jim was meant to possess women and had designed his voice to paralyze his women victims just with a mere crack of his voice. I went home totally in chaos. If this man could just manage me with his own voice, how many young women had he killed their souls with frustrations of his voic

Armand cried. As Demongate's successor, Armand knew better than anyone that only Dragonbreath Flames could combat his Bloodrealm Quicksand and corpse oil. That was because both corpse oil and the Bloodrealm Quicksand were extremely evil spells. Dragonbreath Flames, on the other hand, embodied extreme justice. The two of them clashed fundamentally, but as Sebastian had said, Armand had devoured too many techniques. That was why he wasn't an expert in anything. If he had cultivated his Bloodrealm Quicksand to the seventh level and above, Sebastian wouldn't have been able to do anything by using the Dragonbreath Flames in the Flamedrake Soul Spear. It wouldn't even have worked if he had Dragonb

“I’ve imagined this exact moment a hundred times in my head. You yelling at me in that strict voice, then me shutting you up by kissing that pretty mouth until you can’t think straight anymore.” Elena’s mind screamed at her to slap him hard and leave immediately, but her body stayed completely rooted in place, heat pooling low in her belly like liquid fire spreading fast. “You’re so damn arrogant. You really think you can just say this kind of shit to me and actually get away with it?”

I growl through my teeth. His eyes snapped towards me, registering the demon who stood before him. Fear ebbed its ways onto his face. He glanced nervously between myself and the fire. It was only then that I noticed the form of a woman stood in the centre of the flames. The source of the tugging in my chest. She swayed on her spot. A sword held loosely down by her side, like it weighed too much for her body to be able to lift. Her eyes were glazed over, like she was only partly in this world. A thin stream of blood dripped out from her nose and fell down over her plump lips. It was obvious they flames surrounding her were by her own making, and the energy she was using to conjure them was sl

Without pausing to think, I took the amulet and examined it. “What should I do with it?” You would really have to see auntie’s face to believe it! Apparently, I shouldn’t have even touched it. Not bloody likely. That said, the demon part of me really did feel some discomfort—a pretty mild one. As for the human half, it didn’t care a bit. I was a fire mage by blood. Bright fire was my element, my heritage. And the Bright Saint didn’t mind fire, never. “Son of light, kiss the pendant and vow upon it to tell the truth and only the truth.”

He was attempting to block out the voice of the demon with these actions. "No!" "Please…" "Stop!" The voice echoed in all directions. Suddenly, the demon's visage would be directly in front of his face, followed by the demon being by his side and glaring at him with its evil eyes. He could feel the demon's breath near him. "You have a thing for fire." Finally, a different word besides "why" was uttered by the demon. Before Alfred realized what was happening, he noticed a flame drop from the demon's hands. He didn't attempt to flee this time, though, because his spirit had been crushed.