Novel & Cerita Darkness Breathing Demon Slayer

Weird,usually he isn't free for anything but work. We went to the bookshop first and there it was, the books I wanted. Books by Ana Huang. The trainer was a boy, dark haired and tall. "Would that be all, pretty girl? ", he asked with a flirty smirk. " Yes,... " I was about to thank him when Rowan answered. "Is that all love? " while snaking his arms around my waist and giving me a kiss on the forehead. "Yes? ", confusion took over my entire face. And the guy was staring straight at where his hand was.

Pain erupted in her veins, cold and searing, as whispers filled her mind—promises of power, warnings of doom. A scream tore from her throat. Ryker grunted beside her, muscles straining as the darkness burrowed deeper. The altar pulsed, and the chamber trembled. Shadows wrapped tighter until Selene’s vision blurred. Then, silence. She gasped, knees hitting the ground as the darkness settled. Black veins snaked up her arms, pulsing faintly before fading beneath her skin. Ryker knelt beside her, breathing hard. A power—ancient and vile—simmered beneath her flesh.

Her back arched off the metal surface, her mouth opening in a silent cry as her eyes rolled back—white, glowing faintly. Her fingertips sparked with light. Darian’s voice dropped. “It’s beginning.” Aarin’s heart lurched. “No—no, no—Alina—stay with me!” A crack split the air—like the sound of a massive door unlocking somewhere far away. The lights in the room flickered one last time and died. Darkness swallowed them. Not normal darkness. Living darkness. Twisting. Breathing. Watching. “Aarin…” Alina’s voice drifted out—small, terrified, and echoing as if far away. “I… I can’t stop it…”

Night settled on us like a bedsheet someone suddenly throws over you—heavy, muffled, smothering every sound. I didn’t know what woke me first. The cold concrete beneath my back, Sadira’s steady breathing against my chest, or that strange, taut silence in which even my own heartbeat felt like an intrusive noise. By reflex, I didn’t move. I only opened my eyes and let my demon-sight adjust to the darkness.

My reality is slowly fading into the darkness. I close my eyes. Focus on him. Focus on staying alive. Focus on breathing. Breathing hurts. I’m tired. I think Dominic is trying to tell me to stay awake but it’s so hard. Everything goes black.

“What did you see?” Elias pulled back slow. “He used shadow suffocation on her. Covered her nose and mouth with his hands. Pushed pure void magic straight into her lungs. Not just cutting off air. The darkness went deeper. It poisoned her blood. Made her brain starve for oxygen while the shadows ate at her from the inside. That’s why she’s like this. Trapped between life and death. Body breathing but mind locked away.” Lila’s knees almost gave out. She grabbed the edge of the table. “So… is she gonna make it? Or is this it?”

Humming with something unseen, something wrong. I swallowed hard, forcing a breath into my lungs, but the simple act of breathing felt unnatural. Like I was inhaling something thick and tainted. Maybe I was imagining things. Maybe exhaustion had finally taken its toll, twisting reality into nightmares. But I didn’t believe that. Because the room was different now. The stillness had weight, pressing against my skin, thick and unnatural. The shadows were darker than before, shifting at the edges of my vision, stretching too far, curling in places they shouldn’t. The closet door was cracked open an inch—barely anything. But inside—inside, the dark was wrong.

It wasn't working The darkness crept in and my legs gave out, sliding my back against the floor. I laid on my side, my hands wrapped around my knees which were now on my chest. The floor was cold against my cheek but I wanted it. Anything to keep my eyes open, but it was exhaustingly hard to keep my eyes open. To breathe. Slowly… I let my eyelids flutter shut, the dimly lit room slowly replaced by a soothing, silent black. Just maybe...if I let go, I'd wake up in my own body. I'll wake up beside Damon...my mate.

A breath caught in my throat when he leaned in dangerously close that I felt his breathing on my face, his nose lightly touching my own. I tried to move my head sideway and avoid his heated gaze but that only made him tighten his grip harder. I’m certain his fingerprints would leave a mark behind. “She was an allurement, likewise,” he forced my eyes to stay fixed on his own black orbs, so black I could visibly see my own petrified reflexion scowling down at me,“ she watched me slit her mate’s throat with my bare hands and begged me like a bitch to spare his pathetic life.”

--- Kael exhaled slowly. Then— He smiled. Not amused. Not mocking. Resolved. --- “Then let’s see how long that control lasts.” --- The air shifted instantly. --- Power surged from him—not like before. Not drawn. Not borrowed. But released. --- The darkness behind him expanded violently, spreading across the battlefield like a living shadow. It didn’t rise like a creature. It consumed space itself. --- Darius stepped forward immediately. “Lyra—” “Don’t,” she said. Her voice didn’t rise.