Ice Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

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 staggered back, clutching my chest, vision flashing violet at the edges. Mother gasped. “Ivy…Calm down, stop and breathe.” But my breath came jagged, raw. The walls seemed to bend inward, the floor trembled under my feet. Something inside me clawed, desperate to rip free. And then, like a rope thrown to a drowning soul, Damon’s sigil lit up in my mind. That spiral curve, that deliberate breath, the grounding mark he pressed into my skin. I traced it into my palm with shaking fingers, inhaled once, twice, like he had taught me.

Now with his literal demon self manifested in the physical realm, he had almost no control in how or when he would take action on those particular urges. While she was lost in those thoughts, Young was caressing her cheeks, lulling her mind and body into a false sense of security. She was just starting to relax in his hands when he asked, “I was right, wasn’t I?” When she didn’t respond he brought both hands down simultaneously. All she did was grunt, trying to maintain her stubborn silence. What usually would be the equivalent of provoking a puppy, was now the equivalent of enraging a dragon and this one was named Blood. With twice the force, his body growing thicker underneath her, he popp

My lips spread out in a feral grin, revealing the sharp teeth of my Demon. My claws slowly elongate on my free hand as I raise it above my head, intending to reach in and show Ice his still beating heart. No emotion appears on Ice’s face as his imminent death is standing just before his eyes. Once my claws have completely emerged from my fingertips, I begin to move them towards his chest in quick movements.

At the critical moment, Eesurrected All Demon fiercely bit the tip of his tongue, the intense pain made Eesurrected All Demon awake in the blink of an eye, the next moment he stabbed Brenna Abhaya's chest with a sword. The sound of slapping flesh rang out again, visible to the naked eye, Eesurrected All Demon's sword pierced Brenna Abhaya on the spot, but at the same time, Brenna Abhaya's footsteps shot out, approaching Eesurrected All Demon once again. At the same time, his mouth opened wide, biting Eesurrected All Demon's throat.

It gave him shivers. "Wound him," the purple-cloaked demon told one of his comrades. One demon with machetes lunged towards Arth, swinging his blade for the neck. Despite Arth blocking it by the Frostcalibur, the powerful impact had pushed him back as the two blades bounced away from each other. "Glacies Materia," Arth whispered, quickly casting an ice dagger on his other hand, then plunging it straight towards the demon's face. The demon widened his red eyes but was able to tilt his head to dodge the sharp point of the dagger. Arth ended up drawing a cut on its rough and red-skinned cheek as he missed the head. Then he jumped back.

The current pressed against my body, the water climbing to my waist as I struggled to keep my footing. I tried to draw in a breath, but my lungs filled with water. I thrashed helplessly until my feet finally struck something solid. Gasping, I clawed my way onto one of the rock boulders, coughing violently as water poured from my mouth. This time, the Artemis demon raised her arms high above her head, her voice cutting through the air in a chilling laugh. The sound slithered through my spine, a cold echo that felt like it could freeze my very soul.

I tried to mindlink Evelina but something cold and slimy began to slither around my throat, tightening around it to choke the life out of me. It was like being wrapped in icy tentacles, each one whispering death as it tightened its grip and squeezed the breath out of me. They coiled around me, tighter and tighter with a vise-like grip, suffocating me and draining the life from my body with each passing moment. I dropped my sword, hand going to try to free myself of this demonic shadow so I could breathe. But it was no use. My vision began to blur and darken, the edges of my sight fading into shadows.