Demon Slayer Light Breathing Novels & Stories

Nathan then instantly flipped over the air and stands at Zitrey’s side. Slayer smirked from the unexpected hit he receives. He tardily holds his long blade katana while tapping it on his shoulder. The dull part was colored in black while the sharp one was in shiny silver, and in between, they were a dark purple in a zigzag pattern. The weapon was scary enough to make goosebumps, it seems possessed by the shadow of death. Slayer then uttered while staring intently to Nathan, “I will play with you lad. You seem fun.” he then looked at his remaining troupe, “There are still few people upstairs, so babies, kill the rest~”

The demon turned his head with a scowl when his left eye twitched, “What the heck is this now…?” A blinding light burned the night as if it was day. All eyes watched in awe as the demon's shadow was consumed by the light. The demon narrowed his eyes with annoyance and raised his hand to summon his shadow. ‘THUMP! THAP! THWACK!’ They both fell on the debris a second later. Laylin's eyes were fixed on the moon and then fell on her husband's trembling body but the demon was too enraged as he flailed about trying to summon his shadow in vain

-Skylar- I woke up with strong arms wrapped around my tiny waist, I tried to get out of this strong grip but it only made the mysterious person's arm cling onto me even more. I touched the hand of this person when something went through me, it was like lightning and butterflies erupted in my stomach. "Sky, stop moving," the man said with a husky familiar voice. "Ew get your gross filthy vampire hands off of me," I screamed. BANG, the door hit the wall and someone appeared through it.

The shadows hissed and recoiled where her presence touched them. Sheila’s hands wove intricate patterns in the air, her ancient words rolling over the cavern in a musical cadence. Sparks of blue light erupted from her fingertips, forming barriers and lances of crackling energy that cut through the demonic forms, forcing some to retreat. Tharion’s massive arms swung like wrecking balls, each strike cracking the stone floor and sending clusters of demons scattering. “Do not let them separate us!” he roared, his voice resonating through the cavern. “Protect the weapons!”

My eyes burned gold, sharper my teeth getting longer my claws sliding out, black and sharp. White light poured out of me not a bit but a lot, spilling down my arms up my neck across my chest. It hurt, like fire crawling under my skin like my body was being ripped apart and stitched back together at the time. It also felt right like I had been holding my breath for a time and finally let it out. Damon sucked in air hard. "Shit " he said. I opened my eyes. The light bounced off his face making his pupils weird and glowing. He was frozen, staring at me like he was seeing me for the time.

Not vampire speed. Not coyote speed. Light speed. The world blurred. I was beside Remy before he hit the ground. Caught him. Lowered him gently. His fur was warm under my fingers, chest rising fast. The king turned. Stone eyes tracked me—impossible. I smiled. “Let’s try that again.” I flung the light blades. They sliced through stone chains like butter. Links exploded into dust. The king roared. Reservoir water boiled. Seras joined—maple fire weaving with my Light, creating solar flares that lit the mist gold.

Sucking in sharp breaths, my lungs burn with each mouthful of air I forcefully swallow. As it draws closer towards me, the hood of the white-cloak is lowered, and all my worry, concerns, and terror rapidly dissipate when I realise it's not the All-mighty mother from the Scourage Exhaling deeply, I briefly shut my eyes, allowing myself a moment to regain my composure before I slowly open them again, and when I do. The Light Oracle appears before me. With eyes as pale as pearls, hair that is irresistibly luxurious, and skin as smooth as silk, reminiscent of the color of cotton candy. I am effortlessly drawn into a world of harmony and serenity that surrounds me extensively.

She ran, her heart pounding, her mind racing. She burst into the hallway and collided with a solid figure. Strong hands steadied her, and she looked up to see Damon, his dark eyes filled with concern. "Aqua, what's wrong?" he asked, his voice gentle. She couldn't speak, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Damon led her to a quiet corner, away from prying eyes. "Hey, it's okay," he said softly, his hand resting on her shoulder. "Just breathe." Aqua struggled to calm herself, the storm inside her raging. But Damon's presence was grounding, and his touch was soothing. Slowly, the pendant around her neck began to clear, and the black smoke dissipated.

I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death. And as I kneel on the bathroom floor with her blood covering my hands, she has stolen my breath once again, because I can’t breathe. I can’t move. They took her out of my arms and I’m frozen in this nightmare that’s on a loop in my mind where I’m seeing the light slowly leave her eyes. I need that gale force wind again because I will die without it. I will die without her.

“He has plans, and he is the leader her. I am doing what he tells me.” “Of course you are a demon.” She said leaning against the wall. “I guess my life doesn’t matter much anyway. “I am sure you were part of that sinister plan when he found out what I was too huh?” “Can you not make this harder?” He said walking with her down the stairs. “You don’t understand what it’s like to be us. We don’t get chances to be of the light to get to experience the life that you dwellers get. We get the shits and the decays. Nothing more.”