Flame Hashira Death Novels & Stories

Dense black holes appeared in the air. Every black hole was the shattered soul of an evil spirit. The young man was beaten to retreat, his face full of ferocity and anger. The killing ax in his hand could not stop Caspian. "Death Spirit Energy!" A green flame was burning between the eyebrows of the young man. This flame continuously squirmed and jumped, containing the purest aura of death. He suddenly spat out, and the green flame immediately shot on the killing axe. The giant axe suddenly burned like a torch.

"I’ll try to make your death quick, thirty seconds. Maybe less." The girl tilted her head and she raised one of her hands up. "Air to bind." Her voice boomed. "Fire to burn." A blast of dark-red flames shot toward Vyrelen but Vyrelen didn’t move or made any effort to dodge it. The fire wrapped around him, hiding him from view completely. Dika had to bite her lip to stop herself from shouting his name. "He will be reduced to ashes in seconds. My fire kills, and the pain alone breaks the soul. This is what happens when you challenge the death crawler," the girl said, her voice laced with mockery. Then she pointed at Tharros. "You’re next."

His thumb was right on the red button, which could blow that cave with a light click. He thought he was being cautious enough, but he had ignored the burning flames in Tang Tang's eyes. Before his left hand could touch the backpack, two flaming rays shot out of the little fellow's eyes, burning the black remote in his hand immediately. "Ah!" Yamamoto Kusakara screamed out miserably. The Eyes of Phoenix; they burned down the remote into ashes and fire spread to his hand. The Purple Flash Sword in Hu Xiaoxian's hand lunged out like a purple flash, pushing directly into the old man's throat. His life was ended.

The sword came driving swiftly into his chest, he looked up at Yahiko that was holding the sword before he spurted blood from his lip. Yahiko then pulled out the sword before Kagami's chest and his body fell to the floor almost lifeless. "You see that's the price for using your curse, it is your skin"; Yahiko uttered while gazing down at Kagami. His skin was all burnt up as the fire that engulfed his body disappeared and it seems like it was not healing at all. Kagami never knew that was the price because he had never used his curse this long. His eyelids were becoming heavy and blurry, then he died. His body turned into ashes and disappeared.

“So, I feel that since Jasmine has already been missing for so long, there is a high probability that she is already dead.” “Moreover, everything would be fine as long as she is dead. After all, the dead cannot bear witness.” “Besides, we were not the ones who killed Jasmine directly. Hashimoto Kazumi was the one who looked for some men to kill her. So, it is even harder for anyone to push the blame on us. Even if the worse is to come, Hashimoto Kazumi would be there to bear the burden for us first, right? As long as he is fine, we can just sit back and relax. If anything were to happen to him, we could just run away.”

In order to solve this problem, the more than 20 people in front of him didn't even need Zephyr Khan! The strength of the Nine Netherbird and Curse Devil King was enough to kill them all. "Ah... This flame is so horrible! I can't stop it!" A warrior was burned to ashes by the black flame. It looked terrible. "Ah, what the hell is this?" Another warrior was cursed by the power of the incantation. The skin on his body began to crack, as if the earth had cracked, and finally turned into countless pieces.

Emberflame. It had not been an ordinary fire. It had been lineage-bound. Glimmering gold, sovereign-defined flame that answered only to blood and crown. It had lived in the marrow of their queen, threaded through her veins like molten inheritance. When she fell—when he had watched her flame gutter and collapse into ash beneath a sky choked with cinders—the Emberflame had died with her. Not weakened. Not scattered. Extinguished entirely. He had felt that ending in his bones, a severing that rippled through the battlefield like the snapping of a divine tether.

Strange roses had grown in the fractures—petals black and crimson, smoking faintly as if they smouldered from within. Ceres approached, breath catching. “This was her seat,” she said softly. “Queen Lureya. The last sovereign of the Flameblood pact.” Xavier stood beside her. “They say she vanished during the final siege. Her entire council too. No bodies. No traces.” “Because they didn’t die like men,” Maera murmured, her voice reverent. “They burned like gods.” Suddenly, the wind shrieked through the broken plaza. The roses ignited. Flame circled the ruined throne in a ring of fire, and from it, a figure began to rise—cloaked in emberlight, her eyes molten gold, hair drifting like smoke in a

Once the images stopped, Death's stood still, seemingly allowing the flames to consume his body. Odoroku and Taifū were excited by their supposed victory. Amaterasu on the other hand, was terrified. She could feel something among her flames. Something almost like the eldritch's frenzy. A chill ran through her body. Death's body was steaming from the fire that had engulfed him. His robe was burnt in multiple places, and the ground around him was a large scorch mark. Death conjured his scythe, and tapped the bottom of it against the scorch mark.

I saw a figure draped in fire. “No,no,no!” Sarah roared in frustration. But I saw no more as heavy chains of darkness weighed me down, pulling me into the deep recesses of a deep sleep. As my consciousness slipped away, I clung to those final moments of bravery and defiance. Sarah was no more; consumed by her thirst for power. But I had faith that the legacy of the Sacred Flame would live on, guiding those who believed in its light and fighting against the darkness that threatened our world. With those final thoughts, I succumbed to the kiss of death.