Blood Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She tried to gasp for breath but couldn't, her lungs refusing to work. Above her, Damon didn't even look back. He tilted his head up and let out a growl that echoed through the trees. It was a terrible sound, nothing like a normal wolf's growl. This was deeper, more primal, full of rage that had nowhere to go but out. Then he took off running again, disappearing into the darkness like he'd never been there at all. Autumn lay on the cold ground, still struggling to breathe. Slowly, painfully, her lungs started working again. She sucked in a shaky breath, then another, each one hurting her ribs.

My breath comes faster, chest fig‌hting for space. Come on. Move. I pres‌s a⁠gain, usin‌g my shoul‌der, my knee, anything. The sl‍ab shifts a few centimeters, en‌ough f‌or a breath of cooler air to snake throu⁠gh. I suc⁠k it in greedily, choking halfway.‍ My head spi‍ns, stars‍ b‌u⁠rsting behind my⁠ eyelid‌s.

Daphne's POV I couldn’t breathe. Not really. Not in the way a person was supposed to — deep and steady, from the belly and up through the lungs. I was breathing in shallow gulps, like someone whose head had been pushed just beneath the surface of water. Like someone barely hanging on.

I'm going to give her a trauma. Kael turns back to me, one arm around my back as I bend forward, coughing more blood. The metallic taste coats my tongue, thick and sickening. My lungs burn like fire. “Easy... Easy,” he mutters, though his tone is far from calm. He doesn’t know what to do—his hand trembles slightly against my shoulder. “You need to breathe.” Fuck I know, but I can’t. The air feels too heavy. My chest heaves, and a small sound escapes me.

“Please, huh? Help us.” “Need… to… breathe…” Emeriel gasped. “Breathe?” Lord Ottai echoed in confusion. Lord Vladya shoved him aside. “Here. Breathe with me,” he said to her. “In. Out. Come on. Long breaths. Deep. Come on, young one. You can do this.” Emeriel tried. She followed the cadence of his breathing. Slow, deep inhalations, holding the air in her lungs, then releasing it in steady streams. His voice was calm, so she clung to it.

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

“She acted the part. I almost missed that.” Britney said, “Someone who’s asleep will eventually slow down in their breathing. Her chest is rising and falling quite excessively. Not to mention that her hands are still curled into fists.”

I tried digging my feet harder into the ground but my body only jerked forward faster and the massive doors burst open violently as I flew straight outside. Cold air slammed into me immediately. The huge Blackthorne gardens spread ahead endlessly, dark roses, silver fountains and towering black trees blurring together while light flashed violently across everything. “DAX!” I screamed again, pure panic breaking through my voice now. “I CAN’T STOP!” “Slow your breathing!” “How the fuck is BREATHING supposed to help?!” “TURN RIGHT!” “I’M GOING TO DIE!” “You’re dramatic!” “I’M LITERALLY FLYING THROUGH A DEMON GARDEN!”

The weight of the situation presses upon her, making it increasingly difficult to draw in air. Falling to her knees, Rose succumbs to the overwhelming panic that engulfs her. Her mind races with thoughts of the unknown lurking in the shadows, the possibility of never finding her way back, and the encroaching darkness that seems to swallow her whole. With her heart pounding in her ears, she struggles to regain control of her breath. Clutching her chest tightly, she tries to steady herself, seeking solace in the rhythmic beat of her own heartbeat. “Saisha -” As Rose's desperate plea for help escapes her lips, her breathing becomes increasingly labored, struggling against the forceful wind that

Demons don't breathe, but only for Aphrodite I'm willing to do that mortal thing. Aphrodite was really having a hard time breathing, because this time she took the oxygen from my mouth greedily. I held her hair, then I pulled her body, I stopped our kiss on the lips. Something's not right here, I can feel something else from her breath. "Wait a minute, Sweetie. Because this is going to hurt a little bit for you." I said while pointing my hand to her body. It's poison, I can feel it. Snake Poison.