Romans & histoires Crystal Breathing Demon Slayer

Indie let my hand go and let her demon form out, showing off that she was a concubus. There were some scattered applause. I let my demon form out too. All of it. “I am Morrigan, Vasilia of the demons.” I stated while my human form shifted.

The bond between us flared so brightly it nearly blinded me. “Don’t fight it,” I said, instinct guiding my words. “I’m here.” She sat up slowly, eyes glowing silver—not the harsh shine of an Alpha, but something softer. Older. Markings on her skin—faint crescent patterns along her collarbone and wrists appeared and—began to glow. I stared in awe. ‘She’s claiming you,’ my wolf murmured in wonder. ‘The goddess is claiming her.’ Krystal looked at her hands, breath trembling. “I can feel them. The pack. Every heartbeat.”

Lumora’s crystal sanctum hums with starlight, vines weaving through runes glowing on stone. Warm air brushes my skin, scented with blooming moss and faint star-dust. I am Aelys, mortal, steady, lunar mark a pale scar, silvered hair loose across my shoulders. Lena’s spark pulses bright in my chest, anchoring me to the Veil’s fragile weave. My blade, Elara’s runes carved deep, rests sheathed as I stand with Kalia and our group—Cassia, Renn, Maddox, Sylvara, Lysara, Theryn, Zorath, Valthor, Lirien, Kael, Veyra—in the sanctum’s glow. The Veil’s thread hums soft in my heart, trembling under a crystalline force’s echo. Kalia kneels at a crystal altar, blue aura steady, rift-touched orb glowing in

This term brought a reaction to Clara and Lina’s faces, but they didn’t say anything. Karis said he’s from that crystal—and it’s known as a demon crystal? Is he now a demon or what? That was the thought in their minds. However, Amanda didn’t seem surprised by anything strange at this point as she simply listened. “A demon tier is a classification used to gauge a crystal’s level. This type of crystal is very rare, and the places it can be found are usually guarded by many strong beasts—creatures that are close to the demon-tier level themselves. They protect it because they gain strength just from its presence, so obtaining one is definitely not an easy task.”

I finally felt alive. “But…” He then put on a serious expression. “We found a rare chemical in your blood. “There isn’t a name for it on the market. “However, in the black market, the name of it is ‘Angel’s Kiss’.” Angel’s Kiss? It sounded beautiful, but I could not help but shiver. “It’s an experimental drug that can control someone’s nervous system. “Its main purpose is to brainwash someone. With a large dosage, the person will lose consciousness and become a puppet.

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”

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

"Now why don't you go find the girl that you stare at like she hung the moon." "I don't stare at her like that." "Off course you don't. Now if you would excuse me, I would like to continue digging and then read a book about Necromancy afterwards." Ryke laughed as the call disconnected. Crystal immersed herself in the pool. She hadn't thought much of it. The water had called out to her and she had answered it's call. She lay down, letting the water carry her where it wanted. "The first time I saw you I thought I was dreaming, like my brain had conjured you up. There was no way you could exist. With your white hair and beautiful eyes, you looked like the angel that had come to capture my soul.

And the demon in me wanted to snap her wings and bring her right under my spell. “What are you doing to me, Crystal?”

Her head snapped up. “From the looks of things, I’m going to be responsible for shooting the crystals. Griff will free the others and work his way up.” She nodded. Azriel strode ahead with the kind of purposefulness of a man in charge. The demons patrolling through the hallway cringed away from him as though one brush of his wings would burn. “Here they are.” Namara flung open the door to a much smaller dungeon where the crystals rested atop a wooden table. “Satisfied?”