Demon Slayer Mist Breathing Novels & Stories

It was the same attack that sun god used. “Leave my mate alone.” The wolf growled as the wave of solar energy released around him, washing over the vampire with a wave of fire and radiation. He felt his very being on fire! How is he still alive?! ~~~Samantha POV~~~ Spitfire.... Spitfire wake up.... Ugh I don’t want to get up! You must get up! No Daddy I’m tired, just a little bit longer... and I’m a demon.... remember? If you are a demon then get up and remind everyone why you are called that!

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!"

Misty giggled as she turned to look at Stormie and tapped the flat side of the blade against the stab wound in Stormie’s leg. “Go to hell!” Stormie shouted. “You first.” Misty’s voice was deadly calm. Without any warning, Misty moved the dagger and drove it into Stormie’s injured leg, around the same spot as the last stab wound. I tried to get up, but my legs weren’t strong enough yet, and two rogues came forward to hold me down. After Misty pulled the dagger out and turned to face me, I noticed her eyes had become completely black. It was almost as if a demon had possessed her. I didn’t think saving Misty or talking sense into her was possible at this point.

I take a step back, just as the door to the room opens, revealing a triumphant looking Atari. “That won’t be happening,” she muses, crossing her arms over her chest. I step back until my back is pressed against the wall, knowing I stand no chance against a Demon. “Atari…” “I’m afraid, little spirit, that you will not be helping Aspen today,” Atari says, smiling bitterly at her. She freezes, stunned. “Oh…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-“ Atari clasps her hands together, looking at her. “My spell is almost completed. All I need is the blood from your veins, and it will be ready.”

Xiao Dust nodded, "I will talk to you in detail when I have time in the future, make sure to be more careful next, don't be hurt by the kind of Demonized Man from the party." He can now finally be sure, before the magic gas felt on the top is not wrong, is the original magic breath abyss that kind of from the ground to penetrate out of the magic gas, vaguely also mixed with a trace of the underworld of the yin, only here is not as heavy as the magic breath abyss.

He stared at him angrily before pushing him away with their sword still clashing to each other. When the demon retreated, he released poisonous smoke which made Xurden cover his nose so he wouldn’t inhale it. While he was in that position, the demon rushed at him. The demon struck the sword at him and he retreated to get away. After that, the demon quickly moved and hid behind the poisonous smoke while laughing. The thickness of the smoke remained as the wind stopped blowing. If he stayed inside the thick smoke for too long, he won’t be able to stop his breathing. He looked for a way to avoid that suffering. As the demon approached him again, he jumped high. The demon tailed behind him, not

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

Byron cackled, his voice dripping with twisted delight. "Think you can run from it? These desires come from inside you, from your own body, your own heart. The Demonic Art reaches beyond death itself. There is no escaping it." He let out a cold, satisfied sneer. Suddenly, a massive cloud of black mist, threaded through with a sickly pink haze, exploded outward and blanketed the entire sky above the Umbral Peak Sect.

My chest ached from breathing in too much heat and dust. It turned to face me—a towering monster covered in thick, obsidian scales that shimmered like armor under the sun. Three red eyes burned with fury, and its breath came out in steaming huffs that smelled like blood and ash. Every muscle in its body flexed with raw, violent power. I fired.

His mist form completely envelops her before she can concentrate enough to open up a spatial distortion, forcing its way down her throat, and blocking her oxygen intake. As she chokes, she forces a smug grin as she releases her blood, bursting out of wounds that just opened up across her arms and body, forming into tendrils. The tendrils of blood begin to absorb the mist that covers her and soon she finds her airways unblocked. Once she can breathe normally again, the tendrils of blood recede back into her body, sealing their exit wounds once more. She wobbles a bit but soon finds her footing. “You don’t taste as good as I would’ve thought,” she mutters to herself.