Butterfly Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Dimitri stood proud and arrogant as he stood away from the unconscious girl, waiting for Professor Bains to announce him as the winner when something unusual took place. A swarm of glowing purple butterflies burst out of Luna's chest and covered her entire body. The butterflies' luminous bodies were so bright that anyone who tried to stare in her direction was blinded and had to shield their eyes. The crowd of students broke out into a frenzy and began murmuring with each other. Professor Bains and even Dimitri did not know how to comprehend the odd sight taking place before their eyes.

Fuck how could I have forgotten about the air. Deamartos essence bleeds into the air whenever someone enters. An air so dense and thick it makes it hard to breathe killing anything who isn’t strong enough to withstand it. I bet she hasn’t undergo the training most demons have to withstand these conditions. I start to walk faster pulling her alone with me. “Stay with me Chyne. We’re almost there.” “Damien?” She whispers my name and I almost trip from how soft it came out. “I’m here. I’m here”

A single backhand sweep sent the attackers flying like snapped kites, crashing into the walls. The presence of a high-order demon — cold, brutal, and absolute. But the moment it was over, the wings dissolved. Silas's rigid frame swayed violently. His face drained to chalk. He collapsed against me. "Silas!" I caught him with trembling arms. Blood from his chest soaked through my evening gown in seconds. His breathing came in ragged gasps. That carefully hidden heart-tipped tail hung limp on the ground, its tip too weak to even straighten.

My eyes glowed, I could feel their shimmer as I glared at her, and it wasn’t until I saw the reflection of the blue light that appeared that I knew that what I was doing worked. “Not if he has a mate who is willing to protect him.” I said as I flapped my wings, following my guts and instincts as I rose in the air before lunging at the demon. She froze, taken by surprise and I glanced behind me, I looked at Blake as he took deep and slow breaths as he lay unconscious, fighting for his life as he lay inside the bubble that I formed around him. “Do you really believe that he cares about you?” She asked, glaring at me as eight legs grew from her back, making my eyes widen in surprise. I went to

“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.

A snarl ripped through him and the air ignited around his wings as he surged upward, the wind splitting against his ascent. He tore through the sky like a comet, lightning burning from his throat. He struck the first of Vraeleth’s phantoms with heavy force, rendering them naught at once. Another came at him snarling, he grabbed by the neck and raked it apart, fire spilling from his claws. He should have been unstoppable. But the demon was watching. Vraeleth turned towards him, her movements languid. Her shadow stretched, coiling upward, swallowing flame and light alike. She raised a hand, and the sky bent around her. What had been air became weight, invisible, crushing her target with precis

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

Simple tricks wouldn't hold him. The demon casually swiped his arm, and there went the fire. With inhuman speed, he lunged forward, seizing Hayden by the collar. Leaning in close, Arlyaen exhaled a putrid green puff, teeming with a swarm of hundreds of malevolent, winged creatures. Their jagged wings buzzed and screeched, filling the air with a cacophony of malice, their eyes gleaming with a sinister hunger. "Swarm of... Allura?" Hayden gasped.

Every cell in his body geared up to drain the aura of the demon that had dragged his tom into the abyss. Spitfire launched himself over the edge, reaching out. He didn't even get close enough to touch the demon before he was draining out the thing's aura, mercilessly taking everything the demon had to offer. A pair of leathery wings sprung out of his back. Spitfire kept them closed tightly until he was able to grab Guru's arm. Flicking the wings open, the no-fur was able to slow their descent. He flapped them furiously, trying to pull both of them back to the bridge.

She looked down at her fingers and saw that the blade slipped out of them as if made a loud noise against the ground. She looked at them, and then at Calleb. She was shaking uncontrollably while she tried to catch her breath. And then her mind went back, her vision became hazy and blurry. Her lungs were acting like lungs and it felt like it was slowly being filled with water. She gasped for air, and yet her own body was betraying her. She commanded her limbs to move, for her mouth to scream, and yet she was out of control. ‘What are you doing?!’ The demon inside her screamed again and again. ‘Stand up and kill him — kill him!’