Flame Hashira Death Novels & Stories

The next shot rings out. Control snapped as always sending heat coursing through my blood. The pain always feels so real. Flames leap across my vision. The ground below me turning to ash. The tree turned to char as the flames dance across the branches. Swallowing it whole. The swing falls and crumbles. Seeing the house begin to burn, the flowers long gone, the fire blazes around me, and my world goes black. Pain is the strongest reminder I was there. I open my eyes and look at my surroundings. Ashe covers the metal in black smudges. Yeah, I’m home. Letting my breathing return to normal I reach out and unlock the handle and push on the iron door.

My trembling fingers pressed against my arms, my face, my chest. I was alive. But only because I wasn’t me anymore. My death hadn’t been a nightmare, it was a memory carved into my bones. And no matter how many times I woke up safe in Rachel’s body, I could never shake the truth: I had died by fire. And Adrian had let it happen.

It held its own bright magic, wild and free, uncaring for Witch Queens or dead Kings. As he raised his head to see it once more, he saw instead something bright, a spark. A flame. It glittered like the rising sun, both destructive and beautiful. Maybe there was mercy after all, he thought, on the verge of collapse as the sun began to pink the horizon. Death. Death came to him as fire. River Black

His lifeless body jerk up and down as I did it over and over till I’m contented. I turned to face Flame, the katana still in my hand. He is now curled up on the ground, his arms were bent in an awkward angle. He tried to fight but he couldn’t move his hand. I stab his right leg in case he’ll kick me and did the same thing to the other. He cried as the tip of my blade pierce his skin. In one swift motion, I grabbed his collar, slides the blade to this throat and ripped his head off. Everyone fell silent, and my clothes are now stained with their blood. Flame's blood mixes with Fire, dripping down my arms as I kneeled down and took his head.

Hashemii's decapitated body had been left on that battlefield all morning by Vaelora's orders. Now that it was almost time for the DragonBorns to leave for Ignarion, they needed to know what to do with him. That was the only aspect that had somewhat pacified Nysera. She was thankful to Callista Doughan for ensuring Hashemii died like the animal he was. She was thankful the vile man hadn't died by dragon fire. In Ignarion, it was an honour to die by dragon fire. And now, she was going to ensure Hashemii never had a chance to crossover to Vilkran for a chance at reincarnation.

“Unleash the full fire. Only then can you break the bond and destroy the blood curse.” “But it could kill me, right?” I asked softly. She nodded. “Yes.” I turned to my brother. To the wolves who waited in silence. And then I looked at the flame. “If I die,” I said, “I’ll do it protecting what we are.” But before Aelira could speak again— A howl shattered the stillness, Then another and another__Dozens. From across the river. Kade had followed me, the path was no longer hidden.

Every enemy ended up dying by the cruel grip of her power. This was not enough, Faline growled within her. The iced part of her craved for more. Faline expanded her field even farther. All enemies within her range, even those who were fighting against Iwaoka and his companions, forfeited their lives. Eventually, there were no more witches, foot soldiers and Black Shaols to kill within her reach. A part of her, the one she hated, felt disappointment. Then the backlash hit with a jerk. For the second time that day, Faline fell forward as her vision faded.

"Mort Dmitriv Aslanov is confirmed dead." The news brought her gaze now far off, Sumire was engulfed in darkness and fell on the ground, losing consciousness. "Is this even possible?"

While a fireball appeared on his fingertips, he asked, "I always wondered—did Nobunaga manage to get away from the fire? I really don't think so! The fire was Akechi paying him a final gesture of respect—and you have the same honor now." The fireball swelled as he finished, instantly consuming the mansion. The fire was not at all violent, but Horace knew he was not getting away—Frank would not allow him to flee. Relieved, he suddenly found himself fearless despite facing his death. "I'll admit that you're quite something, and a man like me would never compare. But you should know that there's always someone better… like, aren't you curious as to who's the one behind my beautiful assassin?" A

“Your so weak, you know, if you were to become my Owner, I’d rather just disappear than being with you. You’re so weak, you don’t pass my standard, you’re not at the level of my first Owner. “ She said in the tone of disrespecting me, I felt belittled on what she said, am I too weak? Hays… “Ah, shit my back hurts… I’m not as strong as your previous Owners, but I’ll prove I’m still deserving to replace them; Dea de fogo, empresta-me o teu fogo que pode queimar an alma má! “ I shouted and at the same time I also shouted an Enchantment towards Death and the fireball going straight to her and hit her directly and it exploded in his face causing smoke around her… When the smoke disappeared, her f