Flame Demon Novels & Stories

James unleashed all his strength and entered his strongest state. The death spirit that was at the Eternal Boundless Rank was obliterated in the face of his might. “What the hell?” The Devouring Demon’s expression changed. He had heard of the Flame Art’s Three Fire Transformations before. It was an extraordinary Supernatural Power created by a Caelum Acmean. However, he was unaware of the extent of its devastating power since he was not from that era. He roared, “Attack him together! Kill him!”

The Grand Bodhisattva did not even look at the female demon. Flexing his fingers, a breeze that did not feel particularly strong shot at the woman's body. The next second, the woman let out a scream—her entire body was burning violently, fiercely like gasoline. The bystanders simply could not put the flames out, and there was no need to anyway—after just three seconds, the female demon's entire body was burned away. "Ah..." "Fuck!" "Why is this fire so strange? Is it the legendary flame of the Buddha’s wrath?"

But for Asmodeus, they will become ashes that will burn with his torrent of fire. Dionaea starts to open the mouth, then rises and is ready to devour Asmodeus. The demon king smiled happily. He brought out his flagship power. The fire blazed so big that the Dionaea were trapped by the flames that Asmodeus emitted from his body. Yes, Asmodeus' body can also emit flames with a shape change like this.

“All right enough. He’ll be fine once I get Lydia back. Dad, is there anything you can tell me about Sparkles and her demon? Where they are? How to take them on?” My father eyed me, his expression very grave. He looked down at the boy perched on his lap. He met my eyes again, and for the first time, he closed the book. “Sparkles has aligned herself with a very powerful demon. It’s higher in rank than those you usually come in contact with. More stealthy, more seductive.” “More seductive? Have you seen that monster with its demonicy tendrils sliding their way up Sparkle’s nose? What can possibly be seductive about that freak?”

“The place is already set. A few more splashes and the fire will eat everything, including you.” I screamed, “You’re insane!” She tilted her head. “Maybe. But I’m rich and free. You? You’ll be ash.” She emptied the last of the fuel on me—my legs, my arms, my hair. I tried to pull away, but I couldn’t move. My whole body trembled from fear and cold liquid. “Burn her,” she told the men, voice calm like she was ordering lunch. I screamed, loud enough to shake the walls. “Someone help! reeva, please!”

There was something glowing in my mind that was about to explode. The fleeting feelings of unknown was at the center of my thoughts. At this moment I am a prisoner in a free world. Every corners of my mind seemed to speak by themselves and my heart seemed to be in ablaze. I stared blankly at the bright light in house in daze. It was like my eyes were roving around for something which I was not there. Something beyond its reach it persisted and jammed my heart with queer thoughts. In this night, I felt like embracing somebody. My heart felt lonely and devoid while my whole body seemed into be in flames.

The shock in her eyes, quickly replaced by a defiant glare, only fueled the fire burning inside me. “Aiden, what are you—” she began, but I cut her off with a harsh, demanding kiss. There was no room for softness, no gentle persuasion—just raw, unyielding hunger. My mouth claimed hers, leaving her breathless, her words swallowed by the intensity of the moment.

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

Fear and lust twisted together until she couldn’t tell them apart anymore. “You’re mine, Elena,” Marcus growled, gripping her hair tightly and pulling her head back firmly. “Say it. Tell me who you belong to.” “I’m yours,” she cried out, voice breaking with every deep, punishing thrust. “Fuck, I’m yours, Marcus. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” The rough, passionate hate-sex left them both breathless and covered in sweat. Marcus fucked her through two shattering orgasms, her screams echoing loudly in the room, before he finally came deep inside her with a loud, guttural groan of release.

“Something’s coming. Something worse.” A low rumble shook the ground, and the air grew heavy with the scent of sulfur. From the shadows emerged a massive figure, its form wreathed in flames. It was a creature straight out of a nightmare—a demon, its horns curling like blackened tree roots and its eyes glowing with hellfire. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” Fatima said, staring up at the beast. The demon roared, its voice shaking the ground. “You dare trespass in my domain?”