Demon Full Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

“Don’t listen to him. He’ll smother you with his need. Focus on me. Breathe with me.” She gasped, her body convulsing, her nails scraping bloody lines into the floor. My grip tightened. “I said breathe.” My voice dropped lower, each word carrying weight. “In. Out. Match me.” I exaggerated a breath, slow, deep, filling my chest, then releasing it steadily. Her trembling lips tried to follow, shaky, broken, but each time she faltered I repeated it, relentless, until the ragged edge of her gasps began to sync faintly with mine.

“You need to calm down.” “I'm not.” Lana said through gritted teeth, her hands on the ladle tightened. “Look at yourself, Lana.” Jade's smoke faded, her eyes glowed a unique color. Everything just stopped for a split second and I could hear Lana's heavy breathing like she was resisting something. “Hah.” Deep breathing rang out from Lana. “What's happening?” “The ingredients are doing that to you and that's not all. During the full moon, your anger would be amplified a thousand times more.”

"I don't know the whole story, but I think she knew that our species would be at risk some time in the future, that's why we have the prophecy, I believe." "That's so sad. I mean, she wasn't able to be with her son, how cruel is that?" Selena couldn't imagine the pain in her heart when she had to left Lucas behind. "I like to believe that she is always taking care of me somehow. That's why I think I feel so strong at nights of full moon. That's when the moon is on her full form." "I also feel that. And I get really weak on nights of new moon. Does that also happen with you?"

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

Neither one of us is willing to back down. My chest is heaving up and down with anger. I close my eyes and try to get my breathing under control. My lips part as I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth. Once I have calmed down, I open my eyes and see Deimos staring at my mouth. My lips feel too dry, and my tongue darts out to moisten them.

She asked softly. “Not really in the state of mind to be remembering that Koa. All I can think about is the FUCKIN VAMPIRES!” I shouted that last part and slammed my fist into the floor, causing the floor to actually crack. I probably would’ve been more impressed with myself if I wasn’t freaking the fuck out right now. “First we need to get your breathing under control. Slow deep breath in the nose for 5 seconds and slowly out the mouth for 5 seconds.” Koa said softly.

So make sure that you don't appear before him or else you will face dire consequences, Luna Doreen informs her. I nod timidly as Luna Doreen excuses herself to attend other important issues pertaining to the upcoming event. I skip home happily after hearing that I'm not supposed to attend the festival. I thank the moon goddess for answering my prayers. As she knows in my heart that i really don't want to meet the Demon. Rumors have it that he's very ruthless and wicked but also very handsome. But all the same ,i don't want to meet him and I'm grateful my prayers have been answered.

“I can’t tell you anything. The strigois would kill me.” “I can be worse than the strigois.” My fingers press over his windpipe. My voice grows sharp, threatening. “You will live longer if you talk faster. Soon, the full moon will rise. And there will be more blood here than ever before.” The man doesn’t say a thing, shutting his mouth completely. My wolf is restless. His time draws near, and his tugging grows stronger. I'll let him out. I’m pushed back inside my very being, surrendering control to my enraged wolf.

“Magenta, rest. Adan will call Nikoa. I’m sure he’ll do it. It’s still early. The sun hasn’t even started to set—” “Brenna,” Adan cut me off. “The effects of the Blood Moon can begin before the moon reaches its full height. I want you to stay in your room until we’re married. I don’t want to take a chance—” “Nothing’s going to happen to me.” I bit my lower lip. “But if you think I’m letting you out of my sight tonight, think again.”

he impatiently asked. He showed zero mercy when he used to torture us. Let him know the taste of his own medicine and suffer. I chuckled at my restless demon and asked him back, “You want to dig in, in which part of him ?” And finally, the deed shall happen on a Red Moon Night . . . . “His soft neck. I want to drain off his throat pipes off blood and air,” Damon replied and after that no power in the world could stop Zompano’s screeching cries.