Earth Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

Skylar wheeled on her paws just in time as a dark force rushed towards her, she shut her eyes and wait for the painful impact but it never came and she opened her eyes to find Aldrich on the ground, choking on his blood as a huge hole had formed in the middle of his chest. Skylar felt her heart drop right before her eyes, watching her son shrugging to keep breathing. It was like time slowed down to watch the moment. Skylar stared up at the sky and released a loud yowl, she stared back at the demon with burning eyes, and with a jump, she had him beneath her paw, resentment combusting in her, she didn't waste any time in sending him back to hell. Skylar instantly sprinted back to Aldrich. His

The Slayer was right, I'm only an eighteen-year-old girl and I can't compete with the most ancient enemy. Before my eyes began to darken. You are too young to understand. - the former fun disappeared, even the voice betrayed Kasia's emotions. It's getting harder to breathe, but I don't want to fight. Only from one thought that let Mark down and he will have to confess, all desire to resist the demon disappears. But suddenly, oxygen began to flow into the lungs. The fingers of the ancient unclenched, her feet touched the ground. She opened her eyes. The beast was still in front of me. Kasius carefully peered into the face, not taking his wild eyes off.

My chest feels heavy, and this feeling makes breathing a chore for me. All of a sudden, his hands grab my head, and he puts his lips to mine and breathes down my mouth, only stopping to inhale and then do it again. This helps me start to breathe again, and when everything becomes steady again, he picks me up and moves me to his bed. "Gemma? Are you listening?" I nod weakly, still struggling to breathe even though it feels easier than before. "You're going to be fine. I think you have bled all of his venom out. Your wound has stopped bleeding..."

“Please, huh? Help us.” “Need… to… breathe…” Emeriel gasped. “Breathe?” Lord Ottai echoed in confusion. Lord Vladya shoved him aside. “Here. Breathe with me,” he said to her. “In. Out. Come on. Long breaths. Deep. Come on, young one. You can do this.” Emeriel tried. She followed the cadence of his breathing. Slow, deep inhalations, holding the air in her lungs, then releasing it in steady streams. His voice was calm, so she clung to it.

After they had crossed the mountain, the boy suddenly asked, "What type of breathing method is best for the Elixir of Life?" The old man laughed and said, "There are five elements in breathing, and the Elixir of Life belongs to the wood element, so you must use a wood element breathing method. Wood element methods emphasize deep inhalation and exhalation, with each breath taken with full effort. It's like a towering tree trying to root itself in the rocks while vigorously growing its branches and leaves toward the sky!"

At that moment, she was cultivating Demonic Breath, which was recorded in the Book of Malice. Though cultivating Demonic Breath should theoretically be much harder than cultivating Heavenly Breath, Thea’s current condition was ideal for cultivating the former. All this while, she could not remove the True Frost Energy inside of her. Now, however, by cultivating Demonic Breath, she could absorb the True Frost Energy. Sitting in a lotus position on a rock full of moss, her body slowly levitated into the air and reached at least two meters in height. She exuded a gentle energy, and the expressions on her face were constantly changing.

It made things even worse than it was supposed to. “Move… move… breath… can’t… move…” Her chest rose and fell, trying very hard to obtain the oxygen that she needed so much. “Move… breath… move…” Her hand chased them again. “Lord!” Luckily, Apis’s voice penetrated her ears. “... breath… breath…” Busaba wheezed in and out. “Move, move. Give space to the lord.” At her hazy eyes, she watched Apis drive out the ugly summonings away from Busaba. Only then her breathing was smoothing out, although it wasn’t as smooth as before. She still couldn’t breathe properly.

It gives me something to focus on other than the filth I'm willingly pulling into my own body. I breathe it into me... Or more like my demon pulls it from her body, and when I start to feel her move beneath me, I pull back and exhale, the poison being cleansed inside my body and I see the poison eject into clear smoke. I growl into the air as I watch the poison dissipate into the sky. I didn't know I'd be so exhausted, but I don't regret it at all. I sigh in relief knowing she'll be good now.

“Follow me.” Arth found it hard to walk steadily from his headache. But he managed to follow the Demon Lord through the dark garden, then between the two columns of trees, up to the staircases towards the castle. His lungs had become dry from his long exposure to the air. He swallowed in his throat. He had no idea when he would have a mask or anything that could keep him from the toxic air. Soon he would die … as he could not hold it for long.