Ice Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Only focused, extinguishing intent. Rea struck down a second attacker—this time it went better. Her body still ached from the night before, but deep in her veins something old pulsed. A power she didn't know, but had no time to understand. She only felt her movements growing sharper, faster than ever. As if the blood spilled around her had awakened what had long slumbered inside. Ariadne cried out. A demon bit her shoulder, but she dropped to one knee, drew a short blade, and plunged it into the creature's eye. Her lantern flared—and the demon's body burned away like parchment in fire.

She was a demon, after all, and she could inhale as much of the toxic atmosphere as she wanted without a second thought. ******************** Asher stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Zariel atop a jagged, intimidating stone barricade that seemed to pierce the very sky of the Abyss. Zariel kept his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze fixed on the horizon with a chillingly calm intensity. For a long while, the air was thick with a suffocating silence that neither seemed eager to break. "Elira... how is she faring these days?" Zariel asked suddenly, his voice cutting through the wind like a blade.

It was a female voice, familiar yet strange, but I couldn’t place it. "I’m not doing this!" I screamed, the words nearly lost in the howling wind. "I don’t know how to stop it!" The wind only grew fiercer, and the voice became more desperate, louder, pleading. "Please! You’re killing me!" "No!" I shouted back, panic swelling in my chest. "I’m not doing this! I don’t know what to do!" The pressure around me increased, closing in on me, crushing me. It felt like everything was spinning out of control, and I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned, my vision blurred. The voice was getting weaker, fading, but still pleading.

Alaric placed his hands by the side of her head, trapping her with nowhere to run. “A-alaric?” Her voice trembled, and tears rolled down her face as the blade of her glaive was dangerously few centimetres away from his neck. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, and she did, squeezing them shut. “Now breathe in and out. In and out till you’re calm. You aren’t a monster, nor is your power.” He breathed against her ear. “In and out. In and out. I’m not a monster, nor is my power. I’m not a monster, nor is my power. I’m not a monster, nor is my power.” She recited, inhaling and exhaling.

I tried to breathe but the bastard had its entire weight on my body, crushing my ribs and digging its claws into my arm. Snarling, I placed the palm of my hand on the ground. The runes on my arm burned red as the earth began to rumble. I turned to the demon and smiled as chains erupted from the ground. They shot through the monster's flesh, severing through its body fat and slicing off one of its breasts. I closed my eyes as a rain of flesh and vile blood rained down on me. I was going to need another fucking bath. I rolled onto my feet, my breath ragged as I scanned for the last monster. “Thrakos," I called as more chains curled out of my runes. "What the fuck are these–"

He’s a demon who possesses special healing abilities. He steps down into the crystal clear water. The moment his skin makes contact, the pool ripples violently, the mist thickening until it cloaks him like a shroud. He submerges himself up to his chest, leaning his arms back against the stone ledge, staring up at me like a predator watching a trapped prey.

"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?"

The man put a protective arm around her waist and stood taller, maintaining complete eye contact. He barely registered his beta William shouting at him in his mind, no turning back now. “I, Jackson Hill, challenge you, Sam Silver, alpha of both Silvery Blood and SilverFang to a fight for title! Do you accept?!” The man only smirked, glancing down slightly at the woman who chuckled softly before speaking. “I, Alpha Samantha Silver, alpha of SilverFang and of Silvery Blood. Accept your challenge.” And then her eyes turned cold and hard as she flashed her teeth. “But you can call me Demon.”

She looked at me and said, Reiya: You do remember what I told you about how one can become a demon. Right now the best way for you to acquire the fresh blood of a demon and reduce the chances of you going berserk is to drink it right now by sucking it directly from my body. And- I haven't really done or let anyone touch my body so be gentle. Will you. Ban: Do you have to put it that way? And won't it hurt you? Reiya: Don't worry about it. I can just ask Gasik to heal me later.

Pushing the door open he slid into his study room and brought out a book showing it to Draco who had no idea what it was for. "Wondering how I knew what happened without stepping out of my room, this.. I saw everything here and after the Queen you're next, I don't know how but everything here is happening right now." Jeiel rushed, showing him everything he needed to know. Draco stared at him, jaw dropped to the floor. "It's the demon!" He said the words hanging on his mouth as he coughed out blood. Jeiel was shocked and with a swift move turned the book over to himself and then he saw Draco on a tick but no indication to know which tick he was on. His hands started sweating out as he tried s