Eclipse Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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.

Her intense gaze, hardened by countless battles, was tempered by her unwavering loyalty to Somerland. To Elysia's left stood Gareth Swordbane, widely feared and respected as the Sword Demon. He was a tall, imposing figure, his eyes sharp and deadly. Known for wielding a blade with unparalleled mastery, Gareth’s skill in swordsmanship was legendary, his reputation as a ruthless opponent striking fear into the hearts of all who dared challenge him. His sword, an ancient blade etched with runic symbols, was strapped across his back, and his eyes held a piercing focus that spoke of countless battles fought and won.

The voice yells out. “I know,” I answer as I glare into the eyes of the demon. “It’s an Orramoth. Fucking body leeches.” The Orramoth stretches its body and immediately turns its attention to me. I watch in horror as it opens its mouth and glides across the room. The demon's empty eyes shift red and make a clucking sound. My throat becomes dry. I can barely breathe as it sucks the oxygen from my parted lips. The closer it comes, I claw at my neck for help and plea to my inner voice for help, "Help me! Please, I can't breathe!"

‘I am nothing’ she inwardly whispered to herself and had to force herself to breathe. “Ah yes, the Legendary Luna Scarlett, the demon slayer, protector of the seven spirits, rumor has it she has a descendent upon which all seven spirits have been bestowed, whoever they are we hope they come soon because the dusk of the vampires is coming closer and closer” the Lycan king spoke driving Audrey out of her trance.

"Shaykh, fight me." The owner of the words carried a huge black scythe and jumped from the half-collapsed roof, smashing a hole in the ground and stirring up a cloud of dust. Evelyn crouched on the steps, carefully dodging the falling debris and gray gravel. She waited a moment before cautiously raising her head and looking over toward the uninvited guest-- It was a tall, handsome and dangerous demon. He had short black hair and black eyes, a pair of dragon-like horns, a stoic countenance, a focused gaze, and a handsome face that was chilling without any unnecessary expression.

So he was no ordinary demon, as she was different from the other sorceresses, Damon was also very different from his kin, therefore, their love had to be some kind of destiny. In the meantime, Damon, with eyes full of tremendous fury, walked towards Chris, who was now paralyzed with fear. As Damon confronted his enemy, he made Chris writhe in agony by one breath, until he finally fell dead. - And what was that?- Selene asked, her eyes fixed on Marco. - Breath Of Death. With this attack, every Fallen Angel is able to kill everything that lives. Moreover, such a being cannot be resurrected, and he will be invincible until the Wrath of the Fallen Angel wears off.- Marco replied.

a shadow demon appears with deep red ghost eyes, sharp claws, teeth, and Spike-like body almost invisible to see. “Now my minion…go over to Winterfell! find Elena and kill anyone who stands in your way! Now go!” Asmodeus said sending off his minion Abadon to go in search of Elena. *** A/N

There was no hope of that demon ever resurrecting. The expressions of the two remaining Demon Saints—the Golden-scale Blood Crocodile and the Blood Goat—changed drastically. The God-suppressing Seal was no less powerful than when attacking the Snake Demon. This beautiful girl of the Human Clan did not seem at all tired. She could completely control this Divine Artifact. "You've injured Shi Wa and Xin Ge. All of you, die!" The beautiful girl's gleaming black hair fluttered strangely in the air like a black waterfall. There was no other expression on her face, only rage and terrifying murderous intent. Her formerly lovely eyes were like abysses, so black that they had no pupils or irises.

“Are you okay? Talk to me.” He groaned, his head bowing as he clutched his chest. “I’m fine,” he muttered, though his voice was weak, his breathing labored. “You’re not fine,” I snapped, my hands trembling as I reached out to steady him. “You’re burning yourself out, Ethan. This isn’t sustainable.” He tried to push me away, his pride refusing to let him show weakness. “I’ll be fine,” he insisted, though his body was shaking. I didn’t care about his stubbornness in that moment. I pressed my hands to his shoulders, and the familiar warmth of my healing ability surged through me. The energy flowed into him, soothing his trembling muscles and steadying his erratic breathing.

Listening to him I got out of my dumps and our fight was about to become a tragedy until out of nowhere, I saw a young man standing near the door in a corner staring at me, I don't know who he is, but his eyes challenged me directly, during the time I saw him while for nothing I took them away from me. "If he thinks he can defend them, he doesn't know what he's up against," I replied deep inside me. My surprise was greater when I realized who was entering the door, yes, right behind that boy a familiar silhouette appeared being that the world there was no one more inopportune than him stupid of Claus so yes the demon was present. The fight stopped not very well started so my father's bastard