Demon Slayer Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Look at me, Lyra.” I tried. Goddess, I tried. “Breathe,” he murmured, lowering his face to mine, his voice steady despite the blood dripping down his wrist. “Slowly. Like this.” He inhaled deeply, exaggerating each breath so I could follow. In. Out. In. Out. I clung to the rhythm, to the sound of his voice, to the warmth of his hand. My lungs, stubborn at first, finally obeyed. My breaths lengthened. The ringing in my ears faded.

Her head is bleeding as well, but for now, I need to make sure she can breathe. I hear sputtering behind me and know that Takoda has managed to get the other girl breathing again. I beg the Moon Goddess for help and try once more. This time, Unega’s lips feel warmer than they did a moment ago. She begins to cough, so I release her and turn her on her side. She spews up a bucket full of murky brown water, and I take the first real breath that’s filled my lungs since fear first propelled me to rush to her aid.

His eyes morphed into snowy mountain peaks. "Take it easy." She was finally able to get enough oxygen into her lungs because, for some reason, her breathing had slowed down. The Devil held hold to her chin for at least seven deep breaths before letting go. Lanaya sucked in the drool that had collected in her mouth and tried to forget how empty her chin felt without his grip.

We stand victorious, surrounded by our allies and our loyal pack, our home saved and our love cemented as the true rulers of the Crescent Moon Dominion. The heavy, suffocating atmosphere of the portal's magic dissipates into the sea breeze, leaving behind only the scent of ozone and the gentle washing of the tide against the gravel shore. My lungs burn as I draw in great, ragged gasps of fresh air, my hands trembling as I wrap my arms around Daryl's broad shoulders to anchor myself to the reality of the earth beneath us.

“Close your eyes.” Luna blinked at him, then managed to comply, her lashes fluttering down. She began to really notice the sounds of the forest all around her now. Birds chirping, leaves rustling in the wind and in the distance, she could hear the faint rushing noise of a small stream.) “Now,” Alec’s voice was calm and steady, “take a deep breath. Start to feel the air around you. The moon is always present, even when you can’t see it in the sky. Just note that you feel it.”

It strikes me I may only be called as a witness, but why then mention 'procuring new evidence' in their letter? "Stop overthinking," I whisper to myself. Jovielyn once mentioned a breathing technique that works wonders, and I figure it's worth trying. Just as I'm about to begin my first calming breath, I catch sight of Dean emerging from the sea, every inch the masculine ideal. He's more muscular than ever, having swum against the ocean's current for a solid twenty minutes. His vascularity is unparalleled, a striking contrast to even the most sculpted men, werewolves or not, gracing magazine covers.

Those contractions transmitted to his ears like a low-frequency vibration. Her breathing became increasingly rapid, with shorter intervals between each breath. Air flowed in and out of her nostrils and lips simultaneously, creating a rhythmic “ha—ha—ha—” sound. With each “ha,” a stream of hot air was expelled onto her chest, causing a strand of hair at the edge of her silk shirt collar to flutter.

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.

“Close your eyes.” I did. The world turned inward instantly. And inside me, everything was loud. Keiran’s voice begging. Beverly’s laughter. The word freak. Ronan’s mouth on mine. Ronan’s promise. My own voice screaming leave until my throat burned. My breath caught. My mother’s voice cut through the noise like a blade through fog. “Breathe in for four. Hold for two. Out for six.” I tried. In… two… three… four. Hold. Out… slowly. My lungs shook.

She kept cowering and tried to regulate her breathing. "Goddess of The Moon..." Sonya murmured. The ambiance was growing in tranquility as the sounds of rustling wind made the night embracing unspoken freaking horrible breaths of air. Her nails extended only in a few seconds then those nails returned to their normal appearance. Her palm was fuming and the fumes formed a thread...a white thread of her was swinging as it ended the endevour to find the place it should belong to. Clayton flickered his eyes as he captured a green thread appeared from his palm.