The Devils Fire Novels & Stories

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

The acrid stench of burning metal and gasoline filled my nostrils, an overwhelming reminder of chaos and destruction. Damien stood rooted in place, his mouth agape as he gawked at the inferno that had once been his gleaming vehicle. The flickering flames danced against his face, casting ominous shadows that lent him an almost demonic appearance. The fire reflected in his dark eyes, twin pools of fury and disbelief. "Who dares to try this shit with me?" Damien's voice cracked like a whip in the thick smoke, raw with rage and indignation. The veins in his neck bulged, a clear testament to his anger as he shouted into the chaos around us.

I was really curious to know the connection between the devil and the dragon. Irene came back with the bible and I quickly began to read. In the Bible, the dragon was the devil and he came to earth to deceive and destroy. "And the great dragon was cast out, that old serpent, called the Devil, and Satan, which deceiveth the whole world: he was cast out into the earth, and his angels were cast out with him." "Out of his mouth go burning lamps, and sparks of fire leap out. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, as out of a seething pot or caldron. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame goeth out of his mouth."

Its limbs clawed against the broken ground as it fought to right itself, massive muscles bunching beneath plated hide as it dragged its weight back under control, its head swinging toward him with a guttural, enraged sound that vibrated through the air. Apollo did not give it the time. His hand went to his side. The blade came free. Long. Heavy. Built for something larger than men. The moment it cleared the sheath, Devilfire answered. Crimson flame ignited along its length in a smooth, controlled surge, not erupting outward but clinging to the metal in dense, seething layers that deepened its edge into something more than steel, something that burned before it ever struck. The weapon looked

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Smoke climbed into the sky, blotting out the pale sun. Emilia pressed against the carriage window, horror clawing her chest. The firelight danced in Dante’s eyes as he remounted his horse, black silhouette against the rising inferno. This wasn’t protection. It wasn’t justice. It was ruined. A little girl in the crowd met Emilia’s eyes. Her cheeks were streaked with soot, her tiny hands clinging to her mother’s skirts. Fear burned in her gaze, but worse than fear was the hate flickering beneath it. Hate directed not at Dante, but at Emilia — the Devil’s Bride, the curse they blamed for all of it.

Outside, the thunder rolled again, and for the first time, Aria realized something terrifying. The Devil wasn't heartless after all. He was just broken.

Because I was the man who decided what happened when money stopped being enough. In certain circles, they called me the Devil of New York. I hadn’t chosen the name. But I hadn’t discouraged it either. I turned back to Michael. “Here’s what’s going to happen.” He looked up hopefully. “Your employment ends today.” His shoulders dropped. “You’ll sign over the assets you purchased using the stolen funds. The remaining balance will be repaid under terms Damon gives you.” “Yes, sir. Anything.” “You will leave New York.” His expression changed.

When I thought that I wasn’t going to be able to take anymore that’s when we heard the door opening up to Legion and Levi. “Angel, we’re going to need to talk to you on what just happened and I’m hoping that you can explain it further to us on how you got involved with the Burning Devils MC.” “No, I don’t want to talk about them.” I can’t believe this is happening to me. Am I needing to run from them again or is Pyro finally going to get what he wants? I’m not thinking that they were going to help me in this. “Well, are you then wanting to return to the Burning Devils?”

It spit fire bolts at her and Akshara escaped a few bolts, screaming the name of Dev as DEVIL. But when the biggest third fire bolt was coming on her way, the heat scorched like a flaming sun, and she couldn’t do anything to stop the bolt. Akshara closed her eyes and screamed in pain when her skin was ripped off in the fire. She was freaked out that she might die in the fire. Her mind quickly processed her death wish, and she voiced, in a low tone, inwardly, "Devil."