Flower Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She smelled of wolf. Full wolf, not the suppressed register I was projecting behind the Switch, not the dampened human-baseline signal I was broadcasting as Lyanna Black. The real thing, clean and particular, the scent of a bloodline with depth in it, the specific compound of someone high-born and aware of it and comfortable with the awareness. My Silver Dawn receptors catalogued it automatically. High rank. Not the highest in this compound, but high enough to move through it with the proprietary ease she was currently demonstrating. I kept my face exactly where it was and did not let the cataloguing show.

Her body was frail now, but her heart pulsed strong with the Flow. She leaned her head back, eyes half-closed. The rhythm filled her one last time. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … thrum … Her breath slowed to match it. When the sun rose over the valley, her smile remained — peaceful, glowing. By the time the others found her, she was gone. And yet, from her resting place, a small bloom had sprouted — a flower of silver petals and a golden heart. The first Nara-blossom.

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

He walked over to her making her breathing stop as his mouth-watering scent graced her present her heart skipped a beat as she felt him behind her, he reached up taking the bottle with the paper. "Here you go," Lilith turn around, not meeting his eyes as she took the bottle. "Thank you." She walked around him, taking out the spell from the bottle, reading the ingredients. 1 petal from Apliorcoine flower. A pure tear from a demon and celestial 3 roots from the Canna d'Écho flower. 8 branches from Rhododendron de la Caverne tree 2 Kobold Ear 1 Siren Infusion 1 Devil Bitterweed

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

“Do you think I’ll let you go after you tried to touch what’s mine? You must have been courting death to make such a foolish move.” His voice vibrates — no, it thunders, splitting into several overlapping voices at the exact same time. Helion lifts his free hand, and a brilliant , blue flame erupts from his palm. He doesn’t even direct it to the demon, but the creature catches fire immediately. A loud, shrieking cry fills the air, and within a few seconds, the demon is reduced to a pile of ash. My heart hammers so loudly I can hear it echoing in my ears. “Amelia,” Helion whispers in the same cold, frightening, layered voices. “Did I not ask to stay in the room?”

My eyes bulged out when I felt sharp teeth digging into her hand, this flower literally devouring her hand. She moved her hand in fright, trying to wriggle out of the flower's fangs. Blood spurted out copiously from the mouth of the flower embracing the palm of Damiontry, the flower sucked so much Damontry's blood as if it was trying to get all its own blood, the kings looked in terror.. What's in the flower, usually sucks a few drops if the person is too strong then she will refuse to open again, started Damiontree's limbs were numb, and the flower was shaking turbulently, and Damontry shrieked as it drew more blood.

“Then we’ll just have to be faster.” By dawn, we were already on the move again. The mountain range stretched endlessly before us, every ridge sharper than the last, each step echoing with exhaustion. The path narrowed as we descended into the valley below, where the air grew warmer and thick with mist. Strange black flowers bloomed along the cliffsides—flowers that glowed faintly blue when touched by the sun. Aaron stopped to pluck one. “Well, at least the apocalypse has nice landscaping.” Sylra smacked his hand. “Those are soul blooms. They grow on the graves of forgotten spirits.”

The nun looked around and said, “I will be back in a minute. She headed towards a bush. Behind that was a plant covered with purple-colored flowers. It looked beautiful from a distance. She plucked the purple flowers and approached Alpha Gabriel. “We burn wisteria incense in the church to keep demons at bay. Usually the smell of this flower repels them, but just the smell will not be sufficient to kill him. You have to feed him the flower or its juice to prevent him from regeneration and to immobilize him.” The nun whispered in Alpha’s ears as she handed over the flower to Alpha Gabriel. “I have wisteria flower plants in my park, but I never knew earlier that they were so powerful that they

Then I felt Zinnia triggered something inside me. It felt like my heart erupted and blood flooded my body. I felt it in my head, and eyes and it tickled my ears. Then his body slammed into the floor. The energy burst out of me and like a demonic python, wrapped around the elf. His eyes popped out as the Bulgarian rose smoke flowed into his eyes, nose, ears and mouth. He held his throat, wheezing for air.