Demon Full Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

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!"

Then he breathed me in, low and rough. "You smell even more lovely," he murmured, his face buried against my neck. His breath was hot on my skin as he took a slow inhale, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest. I giggled lightly, the vibration of his voice tickling my skin. But then the sound died when another growl came, this time sharper and guttural. His body went tense beneath me. “Bunny…” He called his voice strained, half human, half growl. “It’s happening now—the full moon.”

Selene watched, her wolf stirring beneath her skin, coiling with quiet excitement at the sight. Damien approached silently, as always, stepping into the glow of the moonlight that bathed the clearing. He leaned against the edge, eyes scanning the bustling activity before settling on Selene. “It’s strange,” he murmured, his deep voice blending with the faint beat of drums, “how alive the pack feels tonight. The full moon… it’s like the world itself is holding its breath, waiting for this bond.”

she breathes. “I don’t want you to get worked up,” I say. “But I want you to be aware of it. When you use moon magic, you should be absorbing moon energy the way you absorb sunlight. Not the way you absorb oxygen. You shouldn’t be gasping for it. You should be letting it fill you as much as it wants to.” She shivers. “I didn’t mean to overdo it.” “I know that.” I wrap an arm around her. “And no harm was done. So it’s okay. Don’t beat yourself up.”

At that moment, she was cultivating Demonic Breath, which was recorded in the Book of Malice. Though cultivating Demonic Breath should theoretically be much harder than cultivating Heavenly Breath, Thea’s current condition was ideal for cultivating the former. All this while, she could not remove the True Frost Energy inside of her. Now, however, by cultivating Demonic Breath, she could absorb the True Frost Energy. Sitting in a lotus position on a rock full of moss, her body slowly levitated into the air and reached at least two meters in height. She exuded a gentle energy, and the expressions on her face were constantly changing.

Naomi The rhythmic chanting of the group swirls around me, carried by a gentle breeze that tickles my skin. Goosebumps rise and trail over my body, sending shivers down my spine. My breath catches in my throat as I glance up at the full moon, its pale light casting a spine-chilling light over the scene. With each passing moment, it feels like there is ice coursing through my veins, making it harder and harder to catch my breath. “Fuck!” I mutter under my breath.

The talk is filthy—the kind of things I’d never admit to liking. “Look at this little slut. She’s literally overflowing.” “Fucking fill her up. Every inch.” By the time the moon begins to pale, I’ve lost count. My body is a wreck coated in a map of white, my thighs shaking, my throat raw from screaming. The demon finally retreats as the first sliver of dawn touches the horizon.

Screams echoed from the distance. We all halted, holding our breath as every demon ceased moving. Sam pressed his finger into my palm, and the pressure on my wrist made me focus on my heartbeat. Breathe in. Breathe out. His hand slid slightly lower. And lower. And lower. Until his cool fingers slid through my warm ones.

**Chapter 6: Full Moon Ritual** The full moon rose high over the trees and poured silver light through the open mouth of the den. I woke up gasping, my body already burning hotter than ever. The blood bond from earlier hummed deep in my veins like a second heartbeat. Every pulse sent fresh slick pouring from my pussy and made my nipples ache so badly I whimpered out loud. Thorne and Jax were still pressed against me, their hard cocks resting heavy and hot on my skin. The other wolves moved around the den, lighting more fires and spreading thick furs in a wide circle under the moonlight that spilled inside.