Butterfly Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.

He crouched down so he could hear the driver and looked toward the driver’s side of the bus while kneeling as he was praying. “Keep her straight!” he shouted. The coach drifted to the right as it dodged yet another car; the driver corrected. “Yeah—right!” The demon’s mouth split wider, teeth stacked. “Small ones,” it said. “Tasty ones.” Scott readied himself for the fight that came; he held Demonslayer in his right hand, ready to ignite. “You’re not having the children!” He shouted.

In her room, they started chanting spells and so far she can summon a smoke distraction spell. "You can use that to run away from a demon. Although it is not that useful cause demons are fast. You have to have..." Eyaren chanted another spell, making a symbol with her hand and closing her eyes, "You don't see an effect but that spell I did is for demons not to smell me for half a minute." "Woah," Serra was left awed. So, the first spell is a smoke bomb, and the second has a concealing effect kind of thing. She wished she played more computer games. "Show me more!"

- Nadir replied proudly, regaining control of her senses and body, which craved his touch more than ever. - Think carefully.- as he spoke, Samael's eyes began to darken.- None of them refused me, and you won't resist me either.- he wrapped his breath around her, which made her feel weak.- Or you will die.- he added later, watching Nadir slide slightly to the ground. It was only a small part of the Breath of Death that could kill any demon and Samael, as one of the Fallen Angels, could use it. - You won't intimidate me.- Nadir gasped, a little dazed.

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.

Stifling her as she fought for a real breath. She struggled against him. No longer able to scream as she suffocated. He held her tighter. Dropping his chin against her shoulder and turning his face into her cheek and ear. Whispering reassurances as the panic grasped her. Finally she inhaled the last breath of dark magic. Seeping into her and trilling into that wound before seeping back out into the room in a purplish haze that floated straight upward. He retracted those wings.

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.