Blood Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

It gives me something to focus on other than the filth I'm willingly pulling into my own body. I breathe it into me... Or more like my demon pulls it from her body, and when I start to feel her move beneath me, I pull back and exhale, the poison being cleansed inside my body and I see the poison eject into clear smoke. I growl into the air as I watch the poison dissipate into the sky. I didn't know I'd be so exhausted, but I don't regret it at all. I sigh in relief knowing she'll be good now.

I exhaled deeply, thinking about everything Serena had said but then the signs were there, I had healing abilities and the blood message on the wall… Everything only buttressed her point. My breathing became hitched immediately at the thought of everything… my chest tightened, I pressed a hand to my chest immediately, tapping slowly as I tried to breathe but it found it difficult… “Alysia… Are you okay?” Damon asked, suddenly rising and I exhaled deeply as I began breathing normally, nodding slowly as my breath regulated. “Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded, flashing a smile. Damon began stretching lazily as he yawned. I concealed a smile. He looked so rough and sexy… Man, he was fire! How

Monica then took a few steps back then started his "Thunder Breathing" Based on his understanding, "Breathing Styles" are swordsmanship forms practiced and taught by the "Demon Slayer Corps". "Breathing Styles" makes use of specific and concentrated breath patterns, which increase the user's lung capacity and amount of oxygen in the blood. This increase of oxygen allows the user to enhance their physical abilities and mental concentration, allowing them to fight on par with "Demons", whose physical prowess surpasses that of the average human. With this "Breathing Styles", his top-class body became even stronger.

I drop his head and his heart to the ground and then watch as they, along with his body, turn to smokey ash as it is finally able to be called back to its master in hell below. I shake the Demons blood from my hands and walk over to where the female is lying on the ground, as I bend down and slide one of my arms under her legs and the other under the back of her shoulders I take a deep breath in and have to hold in a growl at how strong and overwhelming her scent is.

"Like, badly allergic to olives." I whimpered as my throat started to feel like it was closing up, leaving little or no passage for me to breathe. It hurt to swallow my saliva and every breath I tried to take made me feel like I had none left in me. Dean gathered me in his arms, carrying me bridal style, "Don't just stand there! Get the car or call Doctor Styles!" I clutched tightly to him and buried my head in his chest, "Dean, I c-can't breathe."

"Look at me. You've learned control, you can teach him. I know you can." His voice cut through the panic trying to climb up my throat. I focused on him, on the steady way he was breathing, on the absolute certainty in his eyes that I could do this. The wild thing inside me that wanted to burn and rage and destroy slowly quieted. I turned back to Dante. "Follow my breathing. In and out, just like that. Feel the power but don't fight it. It's part of you now." He stared at me for a long second then matched his breathing to mine. In. Out. In. Out. The silver glow leaking from his hands started to dim. The fire that was crackling around us receded inch by inch until it finally disappeared comple

It was a female voice, familiar yet strange, but I couldn’t place it. "I’m not doing this!" I screamed, the words nearly lost in the howling wind. "I don’t know how to stop it!" The wind only grew fiercer, and the voice became more desperate, louder, pleading. "Please! You’re killing me!" "No!" I shouted back, panic swelling in my chest. "I’m not doing this! I don’t know what to do!" The pressure around me increased, closing in on me, crushing me. It felt like everything was spinning out of control, and I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned, my vision blurred. The voice was getting weaker, fading, but still pleading.

I have difficulty breathing again, feeling like someone is pressing down and refusing to let go of my lungs. Someone lifts me up in the bed, gets in with me and places me down on their lap. By the scent I am inhaling, it's Blake. He cradles me against his chest, making me listen to his own calm heart. He just sits there with me until my breathing evens out. The door opens and closes without me noticing who is coming in or going out. “Are you okay, princess?” Blake asks into my hair. I shake my head. “How do you know him?” I ask, my voice shaking with absolute horror. Blake rocks me back and forth, making the sparks even more immediate than before.

But had to calm himself down for now and would ask questions later. “Cheyenne? Can you hear me?” She, of course didn’t answer. He took her hand in his and gently rubbed her knuckles. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me, Princess.” It wasn’t much but he felt it. She squeezed his hand and he smiled a bit. “It’s going to be okay. Can you copy my breathing? I need you to breathe with me. Okay?” Skylar started breathing in and out for Cheyenne to copy and smelled blood, he frowned but realized that it wasn’t hers. Someone else was badly hurt.

“That kind of hurt.” The demon steps back, watching. “What are you?” he asks again, tipping his head to the side. “I told you, she’s mine.” Lucas slashes the dagger through the air, cutting the demon’s throat. Thick, dark blood oozes out and the demon brings his hand up to try and stop the bleeding.