Demon Slayer Moon Breathing Novels & Stories

Instinctively, I open up to let him in and that's when I drag in the first breath of air. I tear my mouth away from his as I gulp in several times, battling to breathe once again. “Lily, look at me. Try to breathe slowly, like this. In. Out. In. Out.” While he says this, his eyes are pinned on mine and he's doing the breathing exercise along with me. I follow his leading, inhaling when he does and exhaling when he does, mirroring his actions and searching his face like it has all the answers I need.

She could see, or thought she could see, the very faint silver trace beneath her skin that followed the path of her veins, and it was moving — responding to the Moon, rising toward the surface with the patient inevitability of something that had never been suppressed, only waiting. "All right," she said. "All right. It's — happening." "I know," he said. "Breathe." "I'm breathing." She was, in fact, breathing steadily, which surprised her. "What do I do?" "Nothing," he said. "You don't do anything. The texts say—"

“Everything is fine.” I didn’t even realize I wasn’t breathing until he pointed it out. “Lisa, baby,” he murmurs, his tone filled with gentle reassurance. “You need to stay with me. Just listen to my voice, okay? Breathe. Breathe for me.” He takes a deep breath, demonstrating for me, and I find myself mirroring his movements. Slowly but surely, my breathing steadies. The tightness in my chest loosens, and I can finally inhale deeply on my own.

The air still rang with the echoes of howls and screams, but the living sound was fading, replaced by groans, and the harsh rasp of exhausted breathing. Kael stood in the middle of it all, Aria in his arms, sword still in his hand. His legs shook. He refused to fall. “Kael,” she whispered, the word almost no sound at all. His grip on her tightened. “I’m here,” he said. “Don’t you dare pass out on me now.” “I think…that’s my line,” she murmured. Her head lolled against his shoulder. The silver rim around his irises dimmed by a fraction as whatever Moonlight he’d borrowed began to settle—not gone, not yet, but no longer flaring wild.

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.

- That seems to be horrible - I look suspicious and he laughs - I just drink and immediately my bones break? - It might take a few minutes. If you want a tip, it's good to drink it all in one gulp - I make a disgusted face and hold my breath, turning the bottle over at once, I finish coughing - So? - Horrible - I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand - And now? - Relax your body and mind, you can look at the moon if you want. - She says and we look at the sky together, it was covered by clouds - Remember not to resist, it's going to be worse, it's her moment now.

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!"

My feet dangle in the air, my limbs growing heavier as the oxygen stops flowing through my body. I can’t breathe. “Daughter of the Moon,” the man growls, lifting a hand. I squeeze my eyes closed, thinking he’ll hit me or punch me. I brace for the impact, but it never comes. The man doesn’t hit me. He touches my hair, rubbing the silver strands between his fingers like he’s not strangling the life out of me. My head swims, and stars dance in my vision as it begins to blur at the edges. I don’t stop fighting, though. I dig my nails into his arms, again, not really bothering him.

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.”

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m