Blood Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Just the jarring slam of reality shifting under me like a rug being pulled out. My chest was heaving. Couldn't catch my breath. The air felt too thin, or maybe too thick. Everything was wrong. My body didn't know where it was, what position it was in. Sitting, but my muscles screamed that I'd been falling. Or running. Or something. "Hey, hey..." Selene's voice. Soft. Gentle. The way a mother talks to a scared child. "Here... breathe. Just breathe." I tried. In through the nose, out through the mouth. But my lungs wouldn't cooperate. They kept hitching, skipping beats, like they'd forgotten how breathing worked.

It wasn't working as well as he hoped. Dhampir Silas gently touched his wrist. "Is your pulse still going fast, or are you having problems breathing?" Ace Denzell looked up at him worriedly but managed a nod. "It’s still beating faster than normal. I think it’ll get worse." He paused for a minute then added softly, “It hurts.” He swallowed painfully. "You should probably let go of my arm so that the blood can circulate a bit more freely so that it doesn’t spread through me so much." "Yes," Dhampir Silas carefully removed his grasp and moved away to give him space to breathe. "Do you want to lie down for a while?"

The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down. It bought us a second or two, just enough for the vortex to diverted his path. Aries veered right, his fiery horns carving a molten trench into the air that evaporated and made it more difficult to see. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. The demon’s mark on my chest was burning, a rhythmic pulsing that synchronized with my heartbeat. It felt like a hot coal was buried under my skin. “You okay?” Pelin panted, dropping her stance as the wind died down.

I tilt her head back and lay my cheek closer to her nostrils. No breath. No air. My little mate is not fucking breathing. By the rood, I will spank her so good when she survives. She has no idea the line she has crossed. Pinching her nose, I seal my lips with hers, breathing into her throat. I strike her shoulder before locking my palms on her chest, pushing hard and fast. My heart pounds in my head as I bite my cheek, increasing the muscle velocity in my hands. Locking lips, I breathe into her, longer than before. I repeat the process for minutes, begging the Goddess to revive her.

My limbs were lead weights, unresponsive, disconnected from my brain's desperate commands. I could taste blood, it filled my mouth every time I tried to breathe. My chest burned, each inhale shallow, ragged. The air wouldn't come properly anymore. My lungs felt like they were full of something thick and wet, drowning from the inside. Every breath was a fight I wasn't sure I could win. Lucas's hands were on me, pressing down hard enough that I should've felt pain, but instead there was just pressure.. His voice trembled as he spoke, words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "Stay with me, Damon! You're fine… you're gonna be fine!"

My chest aches as my lungs cry for oxygen, my arms too heavy to lift and my legs unwilling to listen to my commands. So I focus on my breathing. In through my nose, out through my mouth and repeat. My lycan is nowhere to be found, hiding away as he rests from probably saving me. How I can’t remember, all I know is one minute I was fighting for my damn life in the water and the next I am where the air is damp and musty but it’s oxygen so I don’t really give a shit how it smells. It feels like heaven in my lungs.

she whispers. “I’m trying—” “No, really breathe. Like we practiced before I left for lunch. Draw in the air through your nose and out through your mouth. Focus on your heartbeat. Feel your body. You are not a slave to your powers. You control them.” I close my eyes. In. Out. In. Out. I keep breathing like she said, and just like that— The burning light dies, vanishing again into thin air like it was never there. Like it never happened. Burn marks darken the earth under my feet, but the air is calm again as silence falls over the yard.

I close my eyes as I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her heavenly scent. I’m about to pull away when I feel her small hands on my chest, and I freeze with my lips still against her forehead. She hesitantly runs her hands up my chest to connect behind my neck, and my lungs start to burn as I realize that I had been holding my breath.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.