Ice Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

She only but smiles and joins me by my side… And in one… two… three… CRASH We go head-on into the group of Demons… With my hand snapping from left to right through the air, I slice at the bodies of the Demons. Stabbing not once but twice, jabbing into their chest, cracking through bone, and driving with force until they all, one by one, go up into a smoke of dust. Stepping each foot ahead of the other, we make our way into the group that is now starting to grow…

In her room, they started chanting spells and so far she can summon a smoke distraction spell. "You can use that to run away from a demon. Although it is not that useful cause demons are fast. You have to have..." Eyaren chanted another spell, making a symbol with her hand and closing her eyes, "You don't see an effect but that spell I did is for demons not to smell me for half a minute." "Woah," Serra was left awed. So, the first spell is a smoke bomb, and the second has a concealing effect kind of thing. She wished she played more computer games. "Show me more!"

he panic breaked through the fight. “Don’t stop!” Scott yelled back. “Just—drive steady!” The creature tried to throw itself off the edge and take him with it. “Smiter, you will die now.” Scott let his boots lift, body hanging off the hilt for a heartbeat, using his body weight, he then hauled himself onto its back, slicing around the neck of the scorcher demon, as it ran along on the fibreglass roof and jumped off the moving coach. Demonslayer sliced through its neck, and black blood sprayed everywhere as Scott tried to stab the demon in the head as it dove to the road.

He got out of the thick smoke, but the demon was below him, releasing a dark slash. Fortunately, he avoided the dark slash when he released an ice slide. He made the end of the slide reach where the demon was. Before the demon could attack him again, he quickly slipped into it as the dark slash passed to his left. The dark slash split the clouds in the sky. When he got close to the demon, he hit him in the side with his sword. The wound was deep, making the dark red blood overflow.

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.

The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down. It bought us a second or two, just enough for the vortex to diverted his path. Aries veered right, his fiery horns carving a molten trench into the air that evaporated and made it more difficult to see. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. The demon’s mark on my chest was burning, a rhythmic pulsing that synchronized with my heartbeat. It felt like a hot coal was buried under my skin. “You okay?” Pelin panted, dropping her stance as the wind died down.

Stephanie’s shoulders shook with a sob that didn’t know what it was yet. Then the hand closed around her throat. “No… no no no—” He lifted her. She kicked, useless. There was a smell—sulphur and rot and old bilge, like a thousand wet fires going out at once. The smile didn’t move. He wrenched her head to the side, not enough to break anything, just enough to open the path. His other hand brought the spare spear up and angled. The demon aimed his arm like a tool. Crunch.

I begin to gasp for air. “What’s wrong, Damian? Can’t seem to breathe? Think of this as a vortex that can simply take your breath away! Just like that girl of yours seems to do. Soon you will run out of air and choke on your last breath! Your lungs have to be burning by now! Not only will Raiden be happy that you’re dead but I get a prize as well! That girl will be mine! I hope she can breathe once my dick is inside her!” He taunts. My fists clench as something takes a hold of me. My breathing evens out as I start to shift into my demon form. A deep roar escapes my chest and the tornado suddenly catches on fire.

I struggled, but his grip only tightened. “You smell like his pet, Reeve!” Alaric snapped, his voice echoing through the silent corridor of the Elite Wing. “You still went to him and let him touch you?” His face was flushed with wild jealousy. The pressure of Alaric’s aura made my heart start racing. Panic began creeping in, but the new breathing technique surfaced in my mind. Draw a breath. Bind the energy. I closed my eyes and followed the breathing technique taught in that vision. Instantly, my racing heartbeat began to slow. The heat in my chest cooled.

“Why were you looking for me?” Lucas rises from the dark, coming after the demon fast. He’s holding the sword he just pulled from his own chest and slashes it through the air in an attempt to cut off the demon’s head. But the blade just passes right through him, as if it’s made of smoke. The demon turns, extending his hand toward Lucas, and closes his fist. Lucas’s hands go to his neck, trying to break the hold the demon has on him. Lucas drops to his knees, coughing, and blood pours from his lips.