Darkness Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"I'm nothing close to that, Katherine." "In that case, why don't you just say it straight? I'm not good at guessing." Slowly, he advanced. His precise, heavy steps echoed in the whole room. I blinked. Then he's in front of me. "I am between life and death, Katherine. I don't die, but I'm not breathing either." I felt shivers ran down my spine. I can feel his eyes like cold silver piercing through me. Small, strange noises distracted me. I looked down and rolled my eyes. The floor... was cracking!

My Kidnapper, my Man, my Possessor presses his palm over my heart. “Now, come for me” he growls, thrusting until he bottoms out. I scream. Stars flash before my eyes as I let myself fall into beautiful oblivion, annihilated and consumed by my dark demon in the light.

The demon gasped for air, and as the fist closed tighter, his face began to turn color as he choked and strangled before her eyes. The demon clutched at his chest as his heart stuttered, but he made no attempt to fight the order, so powerful was that voice. Miah could scarcely take her eyes from her lifemate’s twin; she, too, was caught in the spell of his power, mesmerized by the true beauty of his voice. It was only when he plunged his fist deep within the cavity of the demon’s chest and extracted the heart, when lightning slammed to earth in a jagged bolt of blue white and incinerated the already dead organ and its host, that she managed to jerk herself awake, once again aware of her own

Then I exhale, and a sudden surge of energy fills my blood, coursing through my veins, energizing me with determination and resilience. His voice chokes out of nowhere, making a mangled sound, and the sight in front of me leaves me speechless. A cluster of darkness, meshed into the shape of a human being, stands over me, choking my executioner with one hand. It lifts him off the floor with ease, squeezing his windpipe excruciatingly while he struggles, trying to claw at it, but his hand passes through the darkness like it’s not there. Yet it's able to deal him a serious amount of pain.

The shadows swallowed them, cold and suffocating: Luna could see absolutely nothing, not even her hands in front of her face. She could sense Alec, Jax, Kade all around her, all of them tense as if a prelude to static which was a little breathtakingly delayed; Before she could resist even that the darkness further in a codified way just grimly closeted in. The pulse thudded in her ears. She forced herself to breathe and some calm within her, remnants of the laughter of the woman-"When you will embrace the darkness with your arms, the world shall bow before you"-threatened to clutch at her within a vise.

I lowered myself to the ground, the cool stone pressing against my legs. “Close your eyes,” Aryna’s voice echoed in my mind, calm but insistent. “Clear your mind of all doubts. Control your breathing, slow it down. Focus on the void.” I obeyed, shutting out the world around me. My breaths came slow and steady, the rhythm of my heart slowing as I let go of my fears. The darkness behind my eyelids seemed to expand, enveloping me in its quiet embrace. And then, I felt it.

**In the Depths of Darkness** Esteria's consciousness drifted in a world of cold shadows, the icy tendrils of darkness tightening their grip around her soul. She could feel it, the malevolent force trying to consume her entirely, to drag her into an abyss from which there would be no return. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her strength ebbing away with each passing moment as the darkness clawed at her, relentless in its pursuit of her very essence. The void around her seemed alive, writhing with sinister intent. It whispered to her, voices that were neither human nor demon, echoing her deepest fears and regrets. *You are nothing...* they hissed. *You are weak... You will fail...*

The world shattered into silence. One heartbeat, Serena stood on the battlefield, shadows clawing from her skin, the Alpha spirit wolf looming before her like a titan of bone and flame. The next heartbeat—nothing. No battlefield. No Elias. No Lucian. No screaming armies. Only darkness. Not the ordinary kind. This was a suffocating, breathing dark, stitched with whispers that crawled against her skin. She gasped, clutching her chest, but her lungs drew no air—only shadow.

“I’m sorry…” His body begins to relax, and I slowly rest his head back on the pillow before touching the first incision. My fingertips glow pink as I draw the darkness from him and, with my other hand, release it into the air. Just like water kept under the moonlight, I am dispelling the darkness from his body, one section at a time. With each touch, his heartbeat calms, his body stilling, and soon his breathing is steady. But it’s draining, the darkness has been manifested and each tug, each tendril of it weakens me.

Amon immediately turned to this, saw how the eyelids twitched, slender fingers buried themselves in the blankets, probably wanted to feel where their owner was. Louis hadn't heard anything for a long time, thought he was in complete darkness. It was silent and dark. No matter where he looked, he saw nothing. But suddenly there was a strange smell. It was a person that Louis could smell exactly. But not only was there a person in his vicinity, something else smelled too. Louis didn't know what to think of any of this, felt like dead. Noises reached his ear, made the long, demonic ears twitch briefly. Louis felt a soft feeling around his body, but on the other hand felt as light as a feather.