Flame Hashira Death Novels & Stories

He could only kneel in pain as Abe approached him. “I should have killed you earlier” the fallen fire wielder remarked when Abe finally appeared before him. “You should have” Abe assented, not bothering to argue with the man. He clutched his enemy’s neck as though he was holding a chicken to be slaughtered and commanded, “Flames of Hubris”. “Ahhh” the shrill screams of the fire wielder were chilling. He cried in agony as he was engulfed by a stream of blood-red flames. Never in his wildest dreams did he consider that he would die engulfed in flames.

She inhaled the burning incense, let the smoke curl around her arms, her spine, her heart. Then she stepped into the flame-pit, eyes open. --- Visions surged. She saw Racheal entering Hollowdeep. She saw her raise Ashweaver. She saw two outcomes: One, where Racheal screams and fire devours her, the prophecy unfulfilled, the world scorched. Another, where Racheal kneels, her eyes golden with godflame, and Pyra places a crown of ash on her head. And in both… Pyra dies.

I too have a sensitivity to gore, even with all the things I had to do, all the things I’ve had to see. So I step in, hoping that’s okay, and destroy Callum’s corpse with the black flame. It’s something not taught too often, but I had seen him use it before. And now that the hellhound released his hold on fire, I think it can work. The black flame devours every last cell of life in a dead body. And I don’t think anyone is going to want to give this sycophant a burial.

The thought of her being all alone now, the pain of her father's death… Everything summed up and Kiara drew energy from that. And right in front of the three wolves’ eyes, Kiara began to glow… A beautiful silver light, pure and blinding. They growled and groaned in pain as they all got engulfed in the silver flames and as Kiara levitated into the sky above them all in all her glory. And when they were all destroyed, Kiara came falling down from the sky, unconscious… But before she could land hard on the floor, shattering all the bones in her body and falling to her death…

When he came back, his expression was complicated. Seraphina glanced at him. "What is it? You look like you just did something you shouldn't have." Blaze hesitated. "It's…" He stalled for a long time before finally blurting it out. "It's Layla. She's dead." Seraphina froze. "Who… died?" "Layla." After enduring severe punishment from the Moon Goddess, Layla's Frostheart had shattered completely. Even if she didn't die right away, she was as good as half dead.

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.

A woman’s voice, gentle and raw, whispering as his newborn body burned with unnatural fire: “Ix vel’ara zha. Kai thrak’eth nex ix, ix-lir kharuun.” “I love you… be strong for me, my little warrior.” His mother’s final gift. The Shadow Queen. Her death hadn’t been for nothing. And now, after all this time, he wasn’t the only one marked by that place. Not the only one broken… or built for more. He closed the file gently, rage and clarity thrumming beneath his skin. His flame danced wilder, answering the beast inside him.

"Unlike you, Nikolai, I'm not ready to die yet. There's so much life has to offer and I'm going to enjoy every moment of it before I die." "Speaking of death, how are you still alive?" I asked, aware Hazel was staring at him with every concentration possible. "Last I remember, you shot yourself dead" Arthur Flamecrest smile faded. "For your information, that wasn't me." "Bullshit," I leaned forward. "I saw you pull the trigger. You blew your brains off. I'm not blind." Arthur Flamecrest ordered his men to bring in some drinks. "What do you fancy?" He asked us. Not once did his gaze waver to his daughter. "We've got beer, whiskey, brandy—"

You are not hers. “I…” My chest burned. My heart slowed one beat, then another. The lilies leaned toward me, petals closing like mouths. I burst out to him Not body, not flame, but voice. The battlefield flared with Hollowflame, fighting Death’s stillness. The lilies hissed, petals curling, smoke rising black. Wolves groaned in their frozen half-poses, as though my scream dragged them closer to moving again. He is mine! Death’s veil fluttered. She leaned down, curious.

“I’ve never seen them before.” “Well,” the vampire said, “at least now we know the silver flames are part of the prophecy—and that they can be helpful. More importantly, we know you need to be present in the real world for the upcoming war.” Charlotte leaned in, urgency sharpening her voice. “Do you know anything more about the silver flames... and the prophecy?” The vampire nodded. “The Silver Flame is extremely rare. It’s called the ‘Fire of Death.’ It’s a manifestation of one’s own power, usually surfacing when the person is ready to shed their current body and move into another.”