Darkness Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

He cages me beneath him effortlessly, breathing hard as rain drips from his hair onto my skin. Damon’s chest rises and falls sharply above me, his breathing rougher than I have ever heard before. I imagine how it would feel if he grabbed my throat… How it would feel if his teeth sank into my skin like they had the Greyhorn’s. His eyes lock onto mine. Completely swallowed in darkness. Something feral flashes through them so intensely my entire body goes rigid beneath him. For one horrifying second, neither of us moves. The forest disappears around us. There is only rain.

DEX I steady myself, drawing in a slow breath as the night settles around me. The darkness feels cold inside my chest, spreading through me like water seeking its way through cracks. I let it move freely, guiding it outward until I can feel the shadows stretching across the city. Somewhere in the distance, faint disturbances begin to flicker—small illusions meant to distract anyone watching. “It’s now or never,” Maxwell mutters beside me, his heightened senses scanning the air for hidden threats.

My breathing was ragged. Unsteady. “I…” I swallowed. “I think I can” Pain exploded through me again. Stronger. Deeper. I screamed as the darkness tore through my control, shattering it completely. This time It didn’t just push outward. It took over. My body went still. Too still. Then slowly I stood. But it wasn’t me. Not fully. “Lila?” Callum’s voice was cautious now. I turned my head. Slow. Deliberate.

“By blood and moon, I call the breath back to its rightful place!” The runes on the walls flared to life again, responding to his words. Milo’s body jerked violently as a pulse of darkness burst from his chest, a cloud of black mist, twisting and writhing like something alive. It screamed soundlessly as it tore free, hovering above him for a split second before dissolving into fragments of silver light and vanishing. The air shimmered. The tension in the room snapped like a bowstring. Then, a sound. Low at first…a growl. No, not a growl. A roar.

The atmosphere felt choking and her chest tightened, she found it difficult to breathe and she could only gasp for breath. She reached her hand to her chest and breath heavily, small grasping of breath escaped her lips in an incoherent rhythm that it broke the silence of the night. Her eyes were tightly closed and this even made her to see more darkness in herself. She curled up her body on the bed and hugged herself, she could feel her demons crawling up from under the bed and reaching up for her. They wanted to draw her to hell and she wanted to escape from them buts she could not. Her body shook violently out of fear and it felt like she could die.

“Does that smile mean you know how to counter it?” “Perhaps, maybe, I can only try. I used such a technique, too, after all.” Beaming, Z dragged herself closer to Dark. She closed her eyes and breathed for a moment before stretching her hands in the air, her palm facing Dark’s chest. There was a swish and a low murmur, a breeze quite cold ruffling her hair, and the next second, her whole body was outlined by a bluish light so blinding that Kleint had to look away.

He looks handsome like me. Then the image I saw started fading. Slowly, it was replaced by nothing but darkness. I also felt that darkness is eating me, it was as if I was slowly taking by this darkness. I also noticed that my breathing became unnatural; with each passing minute, my breathing became more and more difficult. Until I let myself drown into the depths of darkness.

A scream erupted from my mouth due to the pain. I trashed around in his hand as I felt my body jerk uncontrollably until my breathing became slow. I struggled to keep breathing but at some point, I couldn't breathe anymore. Suddenly, my eyes opened to darkness. Damon was no more on the bed, I was alone in the room. "Nimai," A voice called out. "Damon," I screamed as the darkness keeps on getting darker and stronger, suffocating me. "Nimai, Control the darkness," The voice yelled out.

He may have a very trusting face, but I do not know this man. When he turns around he sees my apprehension then looks down to my hands. He must see a bulge because his whole demeanor changes. I may not know Max Stone, but I can tell he has some kind of darkness buried within him because he is about to unleashed it. Max walks over to me quickly and grabs my throat with his hand. I drop my purse and grip his arm as hard as I can. He is choking me, and I feel myself getting light headed. My right ear is ringing, and I see little black spots around the edges of my vision.

" The phantom screams as I touch the darkness. The scene dissipates like shattering glass, and I gasp. The chant comes back to me in full force, like a hurricane, and I stumble back with it. The darkness consumes me, cutting off all the light as if I'm back in the Chamber of Despair again. And I realize that I cannot breathe. I cannot breathe. The chanting in my ears stops, filled with a static. I can't breathe, and my lungs burn. I can't breathe and the darkness overwhelms me.