Flor Del Infierno Novels & Stories

The intoxicating fragrance seems to be emanated from the garden of flowers "Shook! Quick! Close your eyes! Don't look at the flowers, Run!!!" Audrey was reminded about a specific mystical plant described in their Plant Mysticism book. The description in the book, fits perfectly on what they are experiencing right now, The DEVIL SMILE FLOWER! It was actually a scary existence. It doesn't look harmful, but behind its harmless appearance hides its terrifying ability. The Devil Smile Flower is always in its bud form all year round. It will only bloom once it senses the presence of breath. Upon blooming, it will release a sweet scent but the most crucial detail is that, whoever saw the flower b

It was stunning! Darryl watched with contempt in his eyes as he released his energy from his body in a split second! Boom! The air shook as Darryl slowly raised his hands and a dark red flame appeared. It was the ​​Heavenly Sparrow Spiritual Flame. It was a waste for Darryl to use the Heavenly Sparrow Spiritual Flame on a nobody like Salvador. However, he was enraged because of Salvador humiliating Debra. 'What a strange flame. What technique is that?' Salvador thought.

The flower screamed. I saw it: every memory, every lie, every love. Javier teaching me to code on a busted library computer. Elena sneaking me into La Isla Dorada’s kitchen at midnight. Mamá singing boleros while stitching wounds. Alexander’s proposal, his voice breaking. I pushed it all into the shard, into the flower, into the protocol. “BURN!” I roared. The gold exploded, a supernova that consumed the flower, the roots, the eye. The alley shook, pavement cracking, ash swirling into a vortex of light and blood. Faces flashed—Javier, free; Victor, dissolving; Frankie, redeemed. The subway grate sealed with a clang.

the adult male said. "I'm really irritated with that female outsider who sticks to Centaurus and the handsome winged lion all the time. Will Purple Flower be really effective?" the young female asked. I was stunned upon hearing the voice of the female who was speaking to her father. It was Falla, and she sounded extremely jealous. I can feel the tone of hate from her words, though I was baffled because the 'Purple Flower' was actually an herb used for relieving headaches. Why would she give Tora that herb?

She opened the cork and immediately smelled a faint fragrance that gave her a pleasant feeling. However, she quickly covered it up and looked at Fiona’s grave in shock. “Did she know about the Devil’s Flower before she died?” No one answered her question, but she knew the answer was in her hands. Inside the vase was the fatal poison that could suppress the poison of the Devil’s Flower! The Devil’s Flower was the bright red flower in Barak’s house that resurrected Qasim. Yvonne looked at Fiona’s grave curiously. She quickly went down the mountain to look for Qasim, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly, Miren's voice transformed into a song about the manipulation of the soul and the destruction of life. "The most gentle and lovely people in the world are responsible for creating the stunning irises that are known as the flowers of death. This intoxicating and alluring aroma is wrapping its arms around your broken heart. Those with feeble and pitiful hearts are looking for support for their unsteady hearts wherever they can find it. The blood that is currently flowing through you is beginning to heat up gradually. The moans of the dying are trying to bring your attention back to the reality of the situation. This harsh reality world no longer has anything that can stop you from mov

Del Fierro glided his fingers to her chin and coax it closed. They stared at each other. The smell of their arousal had not deny how both are in total heat to pleas one another. Eve lunched herself to Mr. Del Fierro, whom in return turn her face to his, and kiss her hard. His tongue exploring and reclaiming her. Her body rises in response as she kisses him back with equal ardour and passion that both are in thirst to devour each cranny and nook of their body. His lips torments her, and she moans and tips her head back against the cushion, where Eve writhes and groans. They drink on each others scent as if they’ve been longing for this moment.

Colter had casted this magic and targeted them; he was only waiting for Dyron’s signal. He felt his rage build now as the dark energies in him thrashed, he exerted more energy into his thoughts and the flames grew larger. To the king and Colter’s amazement, they were still alive, in pain, but still alive. Their screams would be horrifying to anyone who might have heard it, but Dyron was simply laughing, basking in the pain and misery they were inflecting at his now used up servants. Colter had casted ‘Chimera Flames’ at them, it was a fire that would cause utmost pain to its victim but will not kill them immediately, hence granting them a slow and excruciating death.

As I moved to walk away, Yvonne's grip tightened as she apologized, "Wade's case will be over soon, and then I'll cut ties with him. You've got to believe me." I cracked a smile. Whether I believed it or not, it was all the same to me. I caught a glimpse of concern in Yvonne's eyes. She wrapped her arms around me. "Babe, what's with the frosty shoulder lately? It's really throwing me off." "I've got stuff to take care of, I have to run." Yvonne did not come back until midnight. She slipped into bed and snuggled up to me. "Babe, are you still mad? I messed up, but please, can you forgive me? I've heard Cetacea Valley is gorgeous, with super fresh air, perfect for getting better. How about we

So I decided to try again. "Luca, what's with the dragon and flames on your back?" I asked, and he laughed. He rinsed his mouth and spat out the water and then stood straight to flex his muscles so I could get the full view. Instead of looking at the tattoo, my eyes were fixed on his tight, sexy, manly butt. My mind was in the gutters. "The dragon breathes fire. It can never burn him. Hell is fire, and I am the dragon that rules it," he said, and I understood.