Ice Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Blood-curdling screams were heard over and over again. Levitating in midair, Lucas let out a faint smile. The zombies this time around were really wild, but he would show them what it meant to be truly wild. Lucas was seen raising the Dragon Slaying Saber high in the air. He employed the Level 2 Immemorial Demonic Script, and a demonic aura enveloped his blade. "The—Immemorial—Demonic—Slash!" Lucas' voice seemingly traveled through the ages as it echoed ceaselessly in the air.

I was fast to see that coming and I dodged it as it dashed past my beast chest. I did a backflip to maintain the balance I was already losing and just then I heard the voice of Dynamic baby. "Don't make a mistake, make sure you aim straight at his chest" She said in my mind as I looked at the Demon appearance, his eyes were iced and his skin was blue iced. He made an Ice wave and it rolled to me and then I remembered one of my powers. I stamped the axe on the floor and casted the spell, fire waves rolled out of the ground and I was surprised when the Ice waved and swallowed my own fire wave and charged at me. I jumped up high escaping the Ice wave.

I scream, but no sound comes out. Suddenly, the wraiths descend upon me, their hooked talons digging into my shoulders, pinning me down. One, their leader, looms over me, its jaw unhinging to reveal rows of needle-sharp teeth. I make another desperate, stupid attempt to scream. Suddenly, bright golden light engulfs me. A silhouette leaps from the void, wielding a sword, and goes after the demons. He moves with a lethal, fluid grace I’ve never seen. With a single, sweeping motion of his hand, a wave of light blasts the wraiths backward, turning them into ash.

she whined. "... Sure you are not a vampire?" (Please this book is not related to vampires in any way). "You rude motherfucker!!" She screamed making Amelia burst out laughing. "Who's this loud lady screaming into our ears" Eric said, asking nobody in particular as he chuckled. He balanced the earphones in his ears." Someone is bent on damaging my eardrums. I like her energy. I can't believe someone is planning to tie me up". " Not just tie you up but even bite your hands" Tifanny said, making an emotional face.

Her long snout cringed, lips tightened, and curled up, baring teeth. The fire engulfed demon was almost upon them. His narrow eyes were dark and soulless as he prepared to slay. The wintery realm seemed to hold its breath as the two creatures came to a head. The demon sprang through the air in a cloud of fire and smoke, with jaws wide open, foaming at the mouth. Eira's eyes sparkled serene before her body burst into a blast of blue light. The beam hit the beast head-on, hurling him away, ploughing an airstrip into the powdery dunes.

“Habit is our worst enemy. With wrong habits, we magnify our weaknesses and destroy our strengths. Take breathing for instance. Some Slayers breathe through their mouths when sparring, and I’m not talking about the kiai cry which accompanies a strike or a throw and serves the purpose of intimidating the enemy or psyching up the Slayer. If you observe babies and animals, you’ll find they always breathe from their stomachs and through their noses. “Getting back to the fight, I kept swiveling my head frantically to try and keep track of the Ayakashi. Because I wanted to ‘see’. I soon realized that the only thing I’d be able to perceive if I kept that up was my hammering heart and the noise of m

I whisper to Rowen and Alexander. “We’ve gotta move, Nate,” Alexander says. I nod and drop the spell. Then I do what I taught Freya—I pull the water from the air and freeze it into two ice spears. My fingers go instantly numb. I hand one to Alexander. “One shot.” He nods. “On three. One… two…” Deep breath. “Three.” We leap from the alcove and throw the spears. The demons barely turn before our ice slams into their chests. One hit each—direct to the heart. Ice explodes through their cores and they collapse, frozen and dead.

“All together boys! One shouted and they all jumped up the dais steps. As they jumped they suddenly found themselves hanging in the air unable to move as Ruben encased them in a spell which stilled the air around them taking away their momentum and their ability to breathe. As they floating in the air, choking for their last breaths Ruben looked out over the rest of the demons. “Anyone else?” A ripple of sullen despair went through the crowd. The three demons were suddenly ripped apart by a strong rapid gust of wind, their blood raining down upon the crowd.

Ironfang infirmary, moon fully risen “Fuck, no, no, NO—” Serna’s scream ricocheted off the vaulted ceiling as Lyra’s chest stopped rising. The moon blazed white through the high windows, cold and merciless, pouring silver across two bodies that looked carved from the same dying star. Kaelin dropped to her knees, hands slamming over Lyra’s sternum. “Breathe, you absolute bitch, breathe!” She started compressions, hard, frantic, counting out loud between broken sobs. “One, two, fuck you, three—”

The air turned colder with every breath he took, shadows rippling outward from his feet. “We’re surrounded,” I muttered, stepping away from him slowly. His voice was a growl. “Let them come.” A bolt of light shot toward us, but I raised my hand, twisting my fingers through the air. Shadows erupted like vines, devouring the spell mid-flight. My eyes burned with violet flame as my blood stirred. I could feel her—my demon—writhing beneath my skin, itching for freedom. “You want to see what a Celeriac demon looks like?” I whispered, mostly to myself.