Demon Full Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

“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.

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.”

The moon crept across the sky in a thin, silver crescent, casting barely enough light to keep them from walking in total darkness. Kael moved without a sound. Rea could hardly hear his steps, though she was listening. She focused on every movement—his rhythm, the tension in his shoulders, his breathing. The demon glided between the trees like he was part of the shadow. And yet... there was something fragile in him. A faint hiss when he stepped on something that scraped his wounds. A subtle falter when his left shoulder trembled. Rea saw it. Felt it. And that was the most terrifying part. That even power like his... could break. They didn't speak. The silence now was sharper than it had been

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I pressed my back against the wall, my limbs trembling uncontrollably. The demons stood at the door, their eyes filled with eerie stillness and coldness as their towering figures claimed the space of the room. Their claws were long and sharp, skin blacker than coal, limbs an unnatural amount, and sharp horns on their heads. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking, but my body refused to listen. My entire being screamed at me to run, to get as far away from them as possible, but my back was already against the wall, there was nowhere to go.

Maye screamed, trying so hard to resist the pheromones but they seemed to drag her down no matter how she tried. Skylar smirked. "No cares about dying" And right before their eyes, every demon came upon her, burying her between them, swallowing every light that used to shined around her and their heart dropped when everything went still, while the demons went crazy, no sight of Skylar anywhere.

He began to have difficulty breathing in that dark place, as if the oxygen that Felen should be able to get easily disappeared from the black space. "Hey, hey, I'm not a coward, honey. I'm just getting ready to meet you." Again, Mammon's voice was heard, but his form was still nowhere to be seen. Felen took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, trying to control himself so as not to panic and be rash. After he did that a few times, his breathing started to return to normal. "Well, well, tada!" Mammon spoke again in a cheerful tone that sounded very exaggerated.

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.