Demon Slayer Sun Breather Novels & Stories

Cadence said, her hand on Christian’s shoulder. He narrowed his eyes, but he didn’t say more. Scott’s blue healing light enveloped Christian, and within a few moments, he was breathing normally again. “He’ll be all right now,” Scott said, pulling his bloody hands back from Christian’s ripped shirt. “Give him a minute to catch his breath, and then, we can go.”

She muttered before taking a step even further than before. That was when she saw it…. A guy something like in his early twenties, coughing out blood…. She could see the two black horns that were attached in his head, and his fingers and feet nails were all black. Darla didn't fail to see the colour of his eyes that was Golden, and mixed with silver, making it look unique. "There's our chance, we can't let the Demon Lord escape this time around. He has been superior to us all for almost eternity, it's time to end his reign!".

Every time a soldier reformed, Kael and I hit the same rhythm — sword, flame, strike, breath — until the air hummed with the pattern of us. Then the ground burned. Not from fire. From presence. Light gathered on the horizon, trembling — not stable, not real — like a god’s echo clawing its way back through its own death. Solen. Or what was left of him. He stepped out of the light — translucent, cracked with fractures of gold, his form flickering between glory and ruin. “You cannot kill the Sun,” he said, voice hollow. “You can only delay dawn.” I smiled. “Guess I’m hitting snooze, then.”

A cloud of dust and debris shot through the opening, blotting out the sky in a momentary veil of darkness. When the sun finally pierced through, its harsh light struck his back, and Kaplan screamed, a raw, guttural sound. The demon venom coursing through his veins flared in response, searing hotter under the sun’s rays, each pulse of pain sharper than the last. Sheila and Isabella moved quickly to Kaplan as Tharion scouted the perimeter for any lingering demons. Isabella crouched beside him, her red eyes glinting as she watched him writhe in pain. “Do you still have the weapons?”

"The... Thirteen... Thirteen Angels' Breaths... She's performing the Thirteen Angels' Breaths..." "What is that?" Horace was irritated and had no patience for Sulien's shock. Alain, hearing this, raised his head. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Eden. The Thirteen Angels' Breaths... It sounded familiar, like he'd heard of it somewhere before. "She's... She's using Nosoi's signature technique, the Thirteen Angels' Breaths. It's said to be able to snatch a life from the Reaper!" Sulien gulped. "Dr. Sanders told me only Nosoi knows how to perform the Thirteen Angels' Breaths technique. No one else in our country can do it."

"Now, I summon the female Seraphina, to give her blood to join the regal bond of the blood." The king stepped back with a lingering gaze on my face and I walked to the goddess' statue. "Hold your palm above the chalice and cut it with the dagger to mix your blood with the holy liquid." The priest instructed and I followed. The dagger was cold to the touch but when it pierced my skin, the blade was as warm as the summer sun.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

[Eliana’s POV] Bright sunlight dances along my skin, warming me to the bone and rousing me from the darkness that claws at me. Sighing, I open my eyes to find a bright blue sky above me with soft white clouds traveling idly across it. Sitting up, I look around at the wildflower field that I’m sitting in and try to make sense of how exactly I got here. The last thing I remembered was Nol’s angry face and the cold blade that skidded across my throat, cutting it open, so I was left to drown in my own blood while he stared down at me with cold eyes.

*burp* his body is brimming with energy, and all of Sunny stats went to almost double! SUNNY BALAYO ALCOHOL BONE FRAME LVL 3 MANA 120 STR 14 AGI 6 DEX 8 MEN 6 CHA 3 LUCK 1 SP 0 SKILL CONVERT (ALCOHOL) WEAPON SKELETON DAGGER Sunny runs like a wild man to battle! he immediately repels the scale projectile of the Red Large Serpent *tang!* but as he continues his rampage the Serpent is not giving him any chance to surpass its almost absolute defense!

"Combustion specialist. Need vacuum created or wall leveled, I'm your girl." Beside her, girl with hair color of dried blood leaned against kitchen counter. "Kira Blight," she muttered, eyes tracking silver of my hair with hungry respect. She drew a small dagger, which licked of oily black hellfire dancing along blade, hissing as it ate through magical residue in air. "I don't do flashy, but my fire doesn't stop until barriers are gone." "Sola Sun-Walker." Solar Elf with skin like burnished gold offered stiff formal bow. "My people draw power from the sun itself. I can melt steel from hundred paces, provided sky is clear."