Flaming Demon Novels & Stories

She did not speak. "Mind to tell me?," hearing him teasing her only triggers her hatred towards him. The guts of him acting so cool and unproblematic in front of her is adding more fuel to the flaming anger she feels for him. What Apollo made her feel in that cruel summer remains fresh and is as alive as the the old city during new year. "Making amends? I only does that to the people I value. In your case, it is so unnecessary. Who does that to a stranger?," she sounded like a villain saying those words at him. Apollo's hawk-like eyes become more deadly as it ever was.

She didn’t even seem to be taking a breath. He caught that finger in his hand before it went flying up his nose. Sweet tingles and flames ran up both their arms at the touch. Her mouth finally stopped moving as she gaze stared at my hand clasping hers. She had to feel that. He’ll, see that. Keegan had heard the mate bond could create tingles of the skin when emotions were high, but he had never heard anyone mention sparking flames before. That had to do something with her. The flames weren’t burning us. Just running over our skin. Her mouth hung open as she finally looked up into my eyes.

He knew this is going to be much tougher than the previous battles he fought, but he acquired the power and capability to win against them. He was trying to take Lucas out of this, but to his annoyance, things were not happening according to his wish. "Lucas was very much more determined to take me down than Diana. I must have a clear plan to destroy them." While Rudra was involved in plotting, Tamaz approached him and put a hand on his shoulder, and sat with Rudra. A fraction of hope came to him that things are soon going back to normal with that tiny gesture. For the past few days, people were even afraid of looking him in the eyes. He became that cruel, bloodthirsty monster to crush his e

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Her body trembled hard on the ground like a flapping fish, as if she was fighting the last breaths of the death bed. Adrian spit out colorful words before opening his eyes. His left arm was bleeding profusely and Dmitry laid on the ground in severe condition too. Adrian fumed out thinking who the fuck blasted the bomb there. He looked at his men, fortunately few of them were alive and withering in pain too. “Fucking get up!” He barked impatiently while slowly raising to his feet and holding his bleeding arm. “Dmitry!” Adrian snapped. Dmitry coughed out blood after a few seconds and tried to keep himself conscious. Adrian looked at struggling Sila and growled seeing the fire caught her body.

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.

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

Without waiting for a response, I summoned my wings and flew to the Fire Palace, where Azazel was staying. The fire palace loomed ahead, a towering structure of obsidian and brimstone, glowing faintly with the embers of eternal flames that lined its walls. The heat was intense, even for a demon god like me. It was a testament to the raw, untamed power that resided within these walls. As I approached, the massive iron gates groaned open, allowing me entry. The guards, demons of flame and shadow, bowed their heads in reverence, their fiery eyes flickering as I passed.

Or what was left of it. It wasn’t like the others. The previous five had been torn apart, shredded. Brutal, animal violence. This was different. The corpse had been burned from the inside out. Bones visible through blackened flesh, twisted at impossible angles. The sand around it had been vitrified, turned to glass by heat no normal fire could produce. And the smell of sulfur here was so dense my eyes watered. “This wasn’t a minor demon,” Damián said beside me, voice tight. “This is the work of something far stronger. A high-ranking demon. Maybe higher. I haven’t seen anything like this since—”

They roared to life, wrapped in flame, and obliterated the demons in front of me in a searing pulse. Everyone froze. The monsters turned and I turned with them. This time, I didn’t run. I fought. The flames burned hotter, darker, a weapon of ash and shadow. I cut through the beasts, my body moving like the fire itself, instinct and rage in perfect rhythm. The sky screamed with me. The city trembled. Demons disintegrated where it touched them. No screams, no ashes, just nothing. Cultists tried to run. The shadows caught them, dragging them into the fire as if offering tribute. I moved, not frantic, not afraid. Purposeful. Each step sent waves of black flame rolling forward, consuming everythi