Ice Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

"This isn't a fair fight, little girl. You can't have a demon doing your bidding." "I think it's quite fair," I said breathing hard as I twisted away from another swipe of claws. I ducked down between her legs and popped up the other side. I climbed the hairy back until I hung around her shoulders. The bunny ears flopped from side to side as Irma tried to reach me with her claws. I pulled out my silver dagger and cut the monster's throat. Black blood spurted across the circle. The wind caught it and sent it spinning out where it splattered trees and other plant life.

A calm voice sounded behind the boy and the boy holding me whipped his head around to the intruder. The demon, Asmodeus or Adrian or whatever his name was stood in the middle of the bathroom. Clothed in a full black suit, his eyes were pitch black and were showing nothing but death. He stared at us and his teeth bared in a dangerous manner. "Who the fuck are you?" The boy said to him. The demon snapped his fingers and the boy in front of me started screaming in a high pitched, painful scream.

Their black blood covers his body from head to toe, but he does not care, he just wants to save his beloved. Vimar is forced to his knees. Brage is almost there. Indra sees a new demon floating through the air and coming straight at him. He throws himself down, makes a somersault and comes up alongside the demon. He quickly hands out a fatal stab, but the next second another demon appears. Brage gets down on one knee, swings around and kicks the demon with one leg. He rises above it and lets his sword penetrate its jelly like body.

Her eyes alternatively shifted between the sky and the scene. "3 heartbeats." The demon pointed the spear to her mother In-law and the cloudy sky revealed the moon "THUMP!' She pushed Scarlet forward in their direction. The moon first rays fell on her. 'THUMP!' She held her breath. "THUMP!' In a single burst, she transferred all her aura to Scarlet. “GO TO HELL, YOU MONSTER!” The demon turned his head with a scowl when his left eye twitched, “What the heck is this now…?”

The sweet, musky scent of incense wafted through the air as she poured it into the bowl of holy water. Using the chalk, she began to draw intricate signs and symbols on both of her arms. Next, she picked up a dagger lying beside the bowl. With a swift, precise motion, she cut her palm, and trickles of blood flowed into the bowl. As she did so, she began to incantate, her voice low, deep and hypnotic. "Kimberly Silversmith," she whispered, her eyes closed in concentration. Soaking both her palms in the water, she felt a sudden surge of energy. Her eyes turned white, and she slipped into a trance-like state.

Fucker is so overwhelmed with rage that he doesn’t even look where he is jabbing me. And then he tried to stab me in the temple, oblivious that he was about to hit me straight into my pentagram. Oh gosh, I am so glad that he is so stupid. His dagger shattered into pieces. The riled-up satan within me writhing and roaring with imminent, explosive wrath. This time round, I was not taming nor fighting Ezel, my inner demon. And then I felt him bursting out of my body in blazing lava through my skin, pentagrams on my arms and temples pulsating with magma and flames. Shackles around my body melted, and I freed myself of chains, ready to kill the motherfucker…slowly. And then, to my surprise, the A

******************************* Lysan gasped as he jerked off the bed before his mind could catch up. He swallowed and exhaled repeatedly, like he had forgotten how to breathe. One hand gripped his chest, his heart was pounding fast. He was alive. His eyes scanned the room, but it looked wrong. Clean white ceilings, afternoon sun from the window. The air smelled fresh—like soap and perfumes. No single smell of blood lingered around. His head throbbed, he raised a hand to massage his temple. He stopped mid air. That hand was not his. It was too smooth for someone who had spent half of his entire life fighting wars. No calluses from swords, the scar where the Demon king's claw gripped him in t

Jo paused, waiting to see if Eliza would say more, but she didn’t, so she took a deep breath and continued. “When the Vampire used that name, Asteria, I got chills. I realized then that it did make sense that it could be her, that it almost had to be. She’s one of the only Vampires that’s ever been able to create the sort of shields from Cassidy that she’s experiencing now. The other was Daunator, and he exploded, so I don’t think he could be back.”

But it was too late. Victor pressed the button. Nothing exploded. Instead— A deep mechanical hum filled the rink. Low. Vibrating. Unnatural. The ice shifted. The water beneath surged again, stronger this time, pulling the fractured sections inward, dragging them toward the center where the container floated. The entire surface began to tilt in a controlled, deliberate manner. “Drain system,” Bennett snapped. “He’s activating the drainage system!” Water began to disappear fast and was pulled downward through channels beneath the ice.

The sword itself would be too heavy for a normal cultivator to lift, not to mention swinging it at enemies. He Yingbiao's eyes beamed as he saw the Legendary Weapon of his family. Immediately, with two fingers together, he drew a few spells. He then incanted at the Blood Lotus Demon Blade, "Immortal Slayer! Up!" However, the Blood Lotus Demon Blade remained still. He Yingbiao frowned and incanted again, "Immortal Slayer! Come back!" But no matter what he did, he was unable to recover the blade with his internal strength. Xiao Chen smiled faintly and said, "It is now called the Demon Slayer."