Flame Hashira Death Novels & Stories

Shinsin answered, pointing to a hill of ashes at the edge of the field where a fire had raged for an entire night. “Where are the dark bender and the vurhan Jericho?” asked Alvatrone. Shinsin once more pointed to the ash heap. Kuro was puking his guts out on the other side of the track. He couldn't take it any longer and the scene of burning corpses had gotten to him. The managerial head, Alvatrone, nodded in disgust as he returned his attention to the hill of ashes. “It's impossible! That's not possible!” They can't all be dead, can they?” He was exclaimed.

"Then so be it. Your deaths will be swift, but they will be certain. You have brought this upon yourselves." The remaining bandits lunged at Thorne, their swords clashing with his in a desperate battle. But it was clear they were no match for his skill and strength. One by one, they fell, their bodies littering the forest floor, their eyes frozen in surprise at the swiftness of their demise.

But it would not be easy for Hei Sha to kill Flaming Qilin. Clang! Clang! Sparks flew everywhere. Flaming Qilin was using his fist to block Hei Sha's Sacred Relic, a longsword. The two were having a fierce battle, and it was barely possible to see two faint shadows tangling with each other. Poof! Flaming Qilin's blood splashed out everywhere. Flaming Qilin was still no match for Hei Sha and was sent flying. A deep wound appeared on his chest. "Flaming Qilin, go to the hell!" Hei Sha laughed viciously. His longsword stabbed Flaming Qilin as fiercely as a viper.

‘As I was saying’, he continued, “So, Omek observed a secret. He noticed that the goddess had something called heart of the river, it looked like a small staff. Without that staff, the goddess would turn to water and the water would overflow. He didn’t know about this issue because when he asked the goddess, the goddess lied that without the staff, she turns to human and the sacrificed victims regains their freedom. Omek thought about those in the town and a way to end the sacrifice they offer every damn year. One certain afternoon as the goddess was resting, he stole the staff and ran away. He had the freedom to go anywhere he wants but not the town. Before she could notice it, she was turn

He waved his hand, and the White Lily Cold Flame floated away! "What!" The White Lily Cold flame burned quickly. Before Walker could react, he was entirely swallowed by the white flame. He screamed in pain. A few seconds later, he had turned into ashes and dispersed into the air. What! When everyone saw that, they could not help but take a cold breath. The white flame was so terrifying—Walker was a saint honor level warrior. There were only a few people at the Heavenly Star Principality who could fight him. However, he was burnt to death so easily.

"I should express my gratitude. She was a weakling. All obsession, no power. I won't allow you to escape from this fortress alive. Nevertheless, she raised her knife, the black flames ricocheting along its edge. “Goodbye, Reya.” Time slowed. I saw the swing. I saw the sky dim. The sensation of death loomed over me. Then something cracked. Deep inside me. The old, shattered floodgate was sealed off. I cried out as the world shone with light. Flames. Not just flames—cosmic fire. Golden, white-hot, sacred. It sprang out of my chest and swallowed the blade before it even reached me. Due to being thrown backwards, Myra crashed into a wall and was left with ash.

Everyone was speechless, and watching him with raised brows like he was stupid. More speechless than them was the purple-robed hag—why did the elder have to boast so much? Ignoring Eldin just then, the Scarlet Flame Sage looked around and growled coolly, "Who among you killed Shar Solo?! Show yourself and die!" "I did!" Caleb exclaimed as he strode up, smiling vaguely at the geezer. "Oh, you did?" The Scarlet Flame Sage chuckled coolly. "How dare you murder an Imperion clan member—" He couldn't finish, as an omni aura sword had torn through his head!

I whisper. Kieran doesn’t move. “I will not.” “You have to.” My voice trembles now. “I’m not going to be the reason the system you built turns you into something that can’t feel.” “Nora.” “If you keep choosing me,” I say quietly, “eventually the Weave will stop you.” Kieran steps closer. “I am Death,” he says softly. “No one dies unless I allow it.” His gaze never leaves mine. “And I will not allow your life to end.”

He whispered in disbelief, "This can't be... You're not my Lily. Give her back to me." With a laugh, I pulled out a string of bells I had pocketed on my way out. "Your Lily's gone, Simon. She's dead and gone." I gave the bells a shake, and they chimed sharply. Simon crumpled to the ground, his eyes searching wildly until they landed on Nicole's picture. He clung to it like a lifeline. "Nicole! Our daughter—" I cut him off sharply, "My daughter. My daughter, Nicole Scott, has nothing to do with you."

Evan smiled, and before anyone could anticipate it, he used the scalpel to stab himself in the heart. Standing beside Evan, I screamed and cried. Countless people walked through me to try and save Evan. Alas, he was indeed an exceptional medical examiner. He knew the fastest way to die. Evan's body continued to twitch slightly. In his final moment, I saw him pointing toward me with his finger. He seemed to have spotted me. Smiling, he closed his eyes, putting an end to the last of his lingering attachment to this world. The situation descended into chaos as another medical examiner shook his head, signifying to Henry that Evan was dead.