Earth Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

An unfamiliar looking-ancient alphabet appeared around us; it was also floating on the pool, rotating around our body. I was holding my breath but miraculously, it was like I could hold my breath so long and I didn't feel any hint of struggle in breathing. Finally, Fenris held my waist as he pulled me up from the water. I breathed heavily when my head finally lifted. I cling to his shoulders while my heart was beating fast. "In eternity, your souls are now bound," Slender declared.

More like someone was riding the veil in this plane and couldn't find the exit. A crushing weight hit me, driving me backward to land on my butt in the dew-wet grass, pressing all of the air from my lungs as the portal began to collapse. My demon roared her fury, diving for it again, snarling her rage as she sliced open the resealing edges and wrenched it wide.

“Shit!” Chiri croaked, her throat hoarse after having awoken to find herself amongst the familiar oppressive darkness that was the Abyss. The atmosphere thick with the malice of the shadows that had been cast there for eternity, she coughed from the extreme discomfort of breathing it in. Grasping her chest as she gradually adjusting her breathing to accommodate the thick soup that was considered air, Chiri fought hard to choke back a wrenching sensation in her throat.

They stared at the flower garden and lost in their own thoughts. "Ayumi has always loved sakura. Spring is coming soon.. She must be taking me to Ueno park for hanami…" Edzar muttered. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some vitamins, he said it was a vitamin but Ariesta wasn't sure either, and drank it without water. Edzar used to gulp it down when he was nervous. Damn... Ariesta thought. She always couldn't stand it when Edzar sulked like this. The woman exhaled the smoke slowly.

The men stopped twitching and stared at my movements as if mesmerized. I started to circle around the pentagram counter-sunwise. Five steps. Five people. Five slashes. I slit their throats, and blood splashed on the ground, scarlet, salty, warm blood of the innocents. As the blood poured out, Ak-kvir licked his chops, and the smoke thickened, before finally rolling up in a black loop...and opening up. Inside the black cloud, red fires lit up, and I called him with a soft voice. “Argadon! Your blood calls upon you...”

Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road. Scott body surfed the demon as it slid onto its chest. Irirtated it shook him off its body with a twist and turn of its tail, launching Scott off its back. Scott flew through the air, landed on his feet and rolled to the side of the road. He stood up and remarked, “Um, I am not the one who is gushing out blood right now!”

My vision smeared into a kaleidoscope of emerald and white before the world solidified with a jarring, bone-deep thud. ​I hit the ground hard, the impact rattling my teeth, and for several seconds, I simply couldn't breathe. When my lungs finally forced a gasp, the air that rushed in was a shock to the system. It was sharp, sweet, and heavy—thick with the scent of crushed pine needles, damp earth, and an ozone-rich purity that made my head spin. It was the kind of air that didn't just fill your lungs; it felt like it was healing them, scouring away the metallic tang of the "Silver Gene" that had flavored every breath I’d taken since birth.

Like embers breathing back to life. Arin grabs my sleeve tighter. “It’s loud,” he whispers. “I know.” “No. I mean really loud.” He presses his hand to his temple. “It feels like when Mom prays but bigger. Like… like the air is alive or something.” That makes my chest twist because he’s right. The air does feel alive. It feels aware. I kneel in front of him so he has to look at me. I don’t want him staring at the walls like they’re going to swallow him.

Anyway, the air that didn't enter or leave began to make a difference in her body, little black dots began to dance at the young woman's vision, her head began to throb and, impressively, you began to talk to her. Artemisia didn't understand what they were saying, but she felt those voices were laughing at her. Reveling in the fact that she couldn't even breathe like a normal person would. The girl wanted to be able to hold her breath and keep everyone shut up, but that was obviously impossible for her. The young woman's lungs refused to function properly, and it was beginning to irritate at the same intensity that drove her consciousness away. When Artemisia could breathe again, the first t

The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down. It bought us a second or two, just enough for the vortex to diverted his path. Aries veered right, his fiery horns carving a molten trench into the air that evaporated and made it more difficult to see. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. The demon’s mark on my chest was burning, a rhythmic pulsing that synchronized with my heartbeat. It felt like a hot coal was buried under my skin. “You okay?” Pelin panted, dropping her stance as the wind died down.