Flame Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Nix asked me. “That’s a good question. Gods don’t get involved unless the balance of the human realm is at stake. Their goal is to remain in the background and work through their children “us” to keep things in order. The same as your moon goddess Selene, is with you. Everyone knows that dragons and demons are immune to fire. My blue flame burns the hottest of any flame known to the elders at this time. This is something no one knows other than you three and my closest family members. If the demons found out I could breathe out a blue flame, I could be targeted. Although, I'm not scared of anyone coming after me, it is the ones I care for the most. They could use those I love against me. My

Nix asked me. “That’s a good question. Gods don’t get involved unless the balance of the human realm is at stake. Their goal is to remain in the background and work through their children “us” to keep things in order. The same as your moon goddess Selene, is with you. Everyone knows that dragons and demons are immune to fire. My blue flame burns the hottest of any flame known to the elders at this time. This is something no one knows other than you three and my closest family members. If the demons found out I could breathe out a blue flame, I could be targeted. Although, I'm not scared of anyone coming after me, it is the ones I care for the most. They could use those I love against me. My

If she had to make a choice, maybe it would be better to choose Caleb’s life over mine. “This isn’t just any fire. It is the Dragakor Flame, which can kill a God instantly. I am not saying this to scare you, but…” I stopped talking as I dropped to the ground and rolled onto my back to avoid getting hit by a demon. I resumed talking after I jumped back to my feet. “This isn’t something I take lightly.” “I will ask the others if they want to try my idea. If they agree, can you use the flame to take down these creatures?”

His men reported to him that the woman refused to be bought over for questioning on the reason for her visit. Gama told them to get rid of the woman if she wanted things the hard way, but that evening only one out of 20 of his minions returned to tell the tale of how the demoness burned everyone to ashes when they attempted to seize her. Gama was stunned after listening to the details. Apparently the so-called demoness possesses a rare flame, but the scariest part was how once a tiny flame of hers had touched anyone or anything, until they turned to ashes, the frame couldn't be put out.

Such a pretty little thing it is. So small and delicate. But, if you give the baby flame a fighting chance, it has the power to turn everything to ash that it touches. Like lava. “Wha-what are you doing?” She moans, trying to stand upright as she succumbs to the venom in her blood. I bring the lighter up to her neck. Red hues reflect off her smooth, delicate, and silky skin. “Hold very still, darling. I don't want to cause you any permanent damage, but I am curious to see how much pain you can tolerate for future reference."

I shriek, Bedelia coming forward when I see her getting ripped back, and she fights with the Xerxes in his sludgy form in my head. “FUCKING DO IT, GET HIM OUT, HE IS HURTING BEDELIA!” I scream. When I feel the flames grow inside of me as I try to direct them towards Xerxes. When I erupt into flames. I open my eyes and gasp. The flames aren’t mine, they are blue and black. The shackles melt away.

Darius didn't even have time to scream as he was propelled backward, his armor melting into his skin, crashing through the heavy oak doors of the barracks. Then she turned to Alaric. The High Alpha drew his sword, his eyes wide with a frantic, cornered terror. “Stay back! I am a Lord of the Ridge! You cannot-” “I am the First Flame,” Freya interrupted, her voice a death sentence. She didn't use a blade. She simply raised her hands, and the very air around Alaric turned to plasma. A vortex of fire swirled around him, a cage of sun-fire that cut off the oxygen and turned the cobblestones beneath him into molten glass.

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.

"Why should I be scared? If we just kill them all, then it's over!" "Roar!!!" Fafnir's spear flashed with a dragon silhouette, his expression grim as he kept up with Caleb, his spear erupting with deadly flames. It was as if the three of them were beating up the thousands instead! "Apocalyptic Dragonflame, First Style—Dragonbreath!" Caleb growled as he leaped into the crowd of enemies, the Dharmic Cutter ablaze with black flames. "Die!!!" Shunk! With just a swing, dozens were cut in half, their bodies ablaze in black fire!

He then moves her hands so that he is holding them in one as he then can slide the other up and down the wonderful soft body he has trapped under him. Losing himself quickly to the pleasure of the screams around him and the struggles of the female under him, the lower Demon lets his forked tongue hang out and swipes it up Yasmine’s exposed neck and the side of her face. As the lower Demon extends his claws, he is suddenly screaming himself before he turns into a fiery smoke and disappears.