Demonic Breathing Novels & Stories

My breath came in short, sharp gasps as I pressed my back against the wall, my limbs trembling uncontrollably. The demons stood at the door, their eyes filled with eerie stillness and coldness as their towering figures claimed the space of the room. Their claws were long and sharp, skin blacker than coal, limbs an unnatural amount, and sharp horns on their heads. I clenched my hands into fists, trying to keep them from shaking, but my body refused to listen. My entire being screamed at me to run, to get as far away from them as possible, but my back was already against the wall, there was nowhere to go.

Excusing myself to a nearby shade, I equipped my Devourer's Mask and sunk into the shadows. 'I'll be the one to find that source of dense energy first.' At the thought of freely exploring this unbeatable quest, my heart pumped. Slowly the energy surrounding the area became so dense that the air was doubtedly breathable. [Critical Levels of Dense Energy are detected] [You are unaffected by the Demonic Fumes forming around the area] With what I remember, Demonic Fumes is highly potent air pollutant that can affect the nervous and respiratory system, and in worst cases; instant death]

Monica then took a few steps back then started his "Thunder Breathing" Based on his understanding, "Breathing Styles" are swordsmanship forms practiced and taught by the "Demon Slayer Corps". "Breathing Styles" makes use of specific and concentrated breath patterns, which increase the user's lung capacity and amount of oxygen in the blood. This increase of oxygen allows the user to enhance their physical abilities and mental concentration, allowing them to fight on par with "Demons", whose physical prowess surpasses that of the average human. With this "Breathing Styles", his top-class body became even stronger.

With a deep breath, I released a surge of demonic energy to cremate her, a ritualistic farewell to the fallen. The moment the demonic energy surged, an immense pressure gripped me from within. Pain coursed through my veins, and I couldn't contain the scream that tore from my throat. Beads of sweat dripped down my forehead as I grappled with the overwhelming force. Teeth clenched, I desperately tried to pull the unleashed energy back, to regain control.

We run and see another open door, we look inside and it's the same demon with our bodies under him, smiling and waving. "I can't do this," Brittany runs taking her hand away from mine. She runs down and turns a corner in the hallway. I run after her and turn the corner, it's a dead end. I start to breathe rapidly, I can feel the air getting thinner as it gets hard for me to breathe. I turn around to look towards the door, I see the hand of the demon emerge from the room, clenching the wall, pulling itself forward to peak its smiling face at me.

I exhaled deeply, thinking about everything Serena had said but then the signs were there, I had healing abilities and the blood message on the wall… Everything only buttressed her point. My breathing became hitched immediately at the thought of everything… my chest tightened, I pressed a hand to my chest immediately, tapping slowly as I tried to breathe but it found it difficult… “Alysia… Are you okay?” Damon asked, suddenly rising and I exhaled deeply as I began breathing normally, nodding slowly as my breath regulated. “Are you sure?” He asked and I nodded, flashing a smile. Damon began stretching lazily as he yawned. I concealed a smile. He looked so rough and sexy… Man, he was fire! How

He breathed deeply- The cave groaned louder. Ridges that resembled ribs moved in tandem with Samael's chest. The water shrieked, boiling. It churned as the pit swallowed it into its gullet. Smoke poured from his nostrils; his face grew long, viper-like. His fingers cracked as he clawed at the air, like he was ripping open the belly of a beast.

Only the vibration rattles in my chest like something trying to claw free. More footsteps—big ones—shake the floorboards. I feel them before I see anything. I scramble backward on my palms, heels slipping in blood that’s starting to cool and thicken. My nightgown is soaked through; it sticks to my legs like a second skin. Three demonkin fill the doorway. Bigger than the first one. Horns ridged with iron spikes, skin the color of old bruises, eyes like furnace coals. One of them—the tallest—sniffs the air, nostrils flaring. His lips peel back over yellow fangs when he sees me.

It does not take a single breath, and we have the mass of the group of Demons coming down upon us. The mere sight of them alone does send the horror of a thousand deaths to my core. They seem to have just fed recently, for there is blood covered on their faces. And as they lift their claws to grip onto us, I can see the flesh and blood stuck underneath their nails. But that is not the worst; they smell like dead dog. I look over at Azron, and he only but cocks his head, "What is it now, Damien?" "Nevermind," I wipe the thought from my mind as it can not even nearly be possible.

“Bring Lyla out now. I’m not going to ask a third time.” The moment Lucas’s voice fell, he activated the Level 3 Immemorial Demonic Script. Ever since Lucas’ Immemorial Demonic Script reached Level 3, the demonic aura he emitted from his body became even more terrifying. In an instant, the entire area was enveloped by a terrifying demonic aura. The people from both Inferno and the Thunder God Organization widened their eyes; they were overwhelmed with shock. It has to be said that they went as far as to stop breathing altogether, afraid that what they would inhale was not oxygen but the demonic aura. Needless to say, it was enough to make them tremble.