Demon Slayer Sun Breathing Novels & Stories

A frown of disappointed etched it's way on my face. "Only fifty?" Incredulity was clear in my voice as Queen Sylva smirked lightly at me. "You are underestimating the healing abilities of my people, Seraphina. If all your people heal as faster as you, then trust me. My healers can raise your men from dead." Her chin was high in the air with pride along all the other elves in the hall. Honestly, it was not hard to believe her. In library, I have read a bunch of stories about how an elf could breathe life in a dying man, if treatment is given in time.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

I pull my knees up, focusing on breathing—slow, deep, steady—but each inhale feels like I’m dragging air over open cuts. Jaxon shifts behind me again. He moves slow, like he’s approaching something half-wild. His thighs bracket my hips, chest pressed warm against my back. His fingers slide into my hair—gentle, rhythmic, borderline desperate. “You tense up again, Sunshine,” he murmurs, voice vibrating down my spine, “and you’re gonna pass out.” I try to answer. The pressure spikes so fast I fold forward with a gasp. My breath stops. The runes explode with light.

I reply in a faint voice. “That’s right, now try to relax and relieve yourself because soon you won’t have that option,” Draknar purrs, stepping closer behind my and running a gentle hand over my goosebump covered skin. I didn’t know Vampires had breath but a cool breath caresses my neck and he chuckles, “I use blood to appear more alive, so breathing, even making myself appear to have a pulse are possible. It takes more to warm my breath and body, so I rarely do that.”

Silver said, incredibly worried. “If we can find someone that can transfer energy to her, then she will be able to push,‘’ she said. But it just made Silver more confused. He doesn’t even know they can share energy. Then the door burst open and Asher came in, but he respected her enough not to look down. “Demons can give energy, ‘’ he said, going to her. Bellona has already passed out. The only indication she is alive is her chest, that is moving up and down softly.

H-He call me d-demon? Why? I’m not even a demon. I am not a demon. Suddenly, the surroundings lit up, and I saw Jared in front of me. I backed away a little when I saw him holding a knife. “J-Jared... w-why are you holding a knife?” What is he going to do with that knife? Why is he acting like this? I bit my lower lip again. I’m getting scared of him. He’s looking at me badly and that makes me scared more. I can see in his eyes... it’s like he wants to kill me.

I struggled, but his grip only tightened. “You smell like his pet, Reeve!” Alaric snapped, his voice echoing through the silent corridor of the Elite Wing. “You still went to him and let him touch you?” His face was flushed with wild jealousy. The pressure of Alaric’s aura made my heart start racing. Panic began creeping in, but the new breathing technique surfaced in my mind. Draw a breath. Bind the energy. I closed my eyes and followed the breathing technique taught in that vision. Instantly, my racing heartbeat began to slow. The heat in my chest cooled.

Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those particular urges. While she was lost in those thoughts, Young was caressing her cheeks, lulling her mind and body into a false sense of security. She was just starting to relax in his hands when he asked, “I was right, wasn’t I?” When she didn’t respond he brought both hands down simultaneously. All she did was grunt, trying to maintain her stubborn silence. What usually would be the equivalent of provoking a puppy, was now the equivalent of enraging a dragon and this one was named Blood. With twice the force, his body growing thicker underneath her, he popp

Selene repeatedly tries to pull him towards her, steering him away from me. “Helios, she’s my daughter. You won’t take her from me again!” she screeches as she pulls on him with all her strength. As he edges closer, I can feel the heat radiating from him. It reminds me of the sun in the crimson moon pack, warming my skin until it feels like it’s burning. Even my eyes feel itchy from the intense heat. When he stops in front of me, I brace myself for whatever may come next. “Become who you were born to be, my daughter,” he thunders as his large finger pokes my sternum. I feel his blazing heat enter my body, causing me to gasp as I feel a small click inside break free. I feel like pure power, b

“You think a Demon Alpha can’t handle this? You’re underestimating me, babe.” Aleah grinned, unable to hide her amusement. “Thank you,” she said, her voice soft and sweet as she leaned in and kissed his cheek. Hunter’s smile deepened as he watched her. Aleah stayed close by, her eyes sparkling as she admired her husband tackling the grass. She chuckled quietly to herself, noticing the sweat dripping down his face and how he kept wiping it away with his hand. It was a rare sight—he was always so composed, commanding others during training. Yet here he was, the powerful Demon Alpha, playing the role of gardener.