Flaming Demon Novels & Stories

I stared at him while waiting for an answer. “It’s a Demon’s symbol.” My eyes furrowed at what he said. I stared at his eyes but he seems serious! But what? Demon’s symbol? I don’t understand. “D-Demon?” I stammered. He nodded and looked away. He’s now back on staring at the glass wall. I shook my head in disagreement. “Are you kidding me? There’s no such thing about Demons! I am finding the murderer and-“ “It’s always been the Demon’s fault, Majesty. They are just using the people to do bad things but it’s always been their idea to hurt and kill someone.” He said while staring at the glass wall. I am even more confuse now.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of fire upon the demon, the flames illuminating the alley with a fierce, orange glow. The demon howled In pain, its grotesque form writhing as it tried to shield itself from the scorching flames. Claud didn’t let up, sending bolts of lightning crackling through the air, striking the demon and causing it to convulse. Each hit was precise, the demon’s skin sizzling and smoking under the relentless assault.

But no matter how many he cuts down, they just keep respawning after they die. 'I'm getting sick of this. Why wait for an opening when I can create one myself? I defeated that demon easily enough, let's see how Delmar compares.' Fenrir lets out his rage, the black flames of Alazar consume his body this time. His flesh and blood are temporarily replaced by the flames. The outburst of energy destroys any nearby shadow fiends in the way. Fenrir takes a step toward Delmar with his menacing new look. Glowing red eyes, flames emerging from his semi-open mouth, a demon incarnate.

There were no mages among the demons, they were unable to make magic pills but they had other advantages. They were all fearsome warriors who were born with the particularity of being able to master at least the red flame, and for the most powerful of them, one or two other flames. Generally demons had a good affinity with the flame of darkness, metal and earth, which allowed them to forge powerful weapons and to be self-sufficient because those who mastered the green flame could grow what they wanted regardless of the state of the soil.

With an angry screech, the Bi Fang opened its beak and spat out a crimson flame. This flame, which was dozens of meters long, turned into a huge sea of fire in the air, wrapping the giant claw inside. There was a strong burnt odor. Then, someone shrieked in rage and pain from within the Demon Aura clouds. The giant claw, now glowing like black charcoal, slowly withdrew. Obviously, the powerful Demon Clan figure in the Demon Aura clouds had lost this round of the fight.

There was no hint of recognition in his fiery eyes as he glared at us, only mindless rage. But of course, he didn't recognise us. He was no different from a mindless animal in this state, driven purely by instinct and fury. Dante belonged to a species of demons whose anger fuelled their strength. The angrier they got, the stronger they became, and of course, they just happened to have very short fuses to complete the whole package. A deadly combination.

A premonition of a demon from hell is coming to claim her life. A tall black figure from outside pushed open the door and stepped inside. His shadow covered Sylvia. Liam can't wait to meet the man who murdered his girlfriend and baby more than ever. "Thirsty… right?" Seeming to read Sylvia's mind, the man's low voice suddenly resounded. Liam approached and crouched down to observe the disheveled girl before his eyes. This afternoon, she is also a very beautiful porcelain doll. But now it's ugly and dirty.

The demon looks at us for the last time and threatened, "Not a word to Tera, or the deal is off. You know what will happen when there will be no deal, don't you." Demon touches the flames but it does not burn her skin. Her pitch-black eyes had light reflected in them as she stared at the burning flame. She smiles excitingly as she tried to grab the flame with her hands. The demon went back to Tera's spot. She knelt down, facing the bowl. She took out her hand and opened it up. She was stared at her own hand for too long until fire ignited above it. She demon brought it down to the ground then the ground absorbed it.