Insect Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

******************************* 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

The man rasped "it's not dead!" The warning came rather too late, whatever rhe energy had done to the creature had fed off whatever miasma that was clinging off it "Too late boy" The creature in the fallen girl howled "You're all dead" The sound of bones cracking filled the air aa the demon decided to go all out, black serrated spikes lined it's arms dripping with a blackish liquid that hissed and burned it's way through the ground "Black Venom!" Shay hissed "touch it amd we are goners!"

My feet desperately created a friction onto the thorny grassy field where I got lot of scars onto my naked feet. “Even if you keep on calling that name, you can’t escape from me!” I hide behind the bushes while trying to breathe slowly. My eyes widened as I spot his huge shadows towards me. He smells like a pungent blood, I wondered how many innocent souls did he ate in this forbidden forest. I don’t have any idea that he’s already beside me. I looked behind and viewed his green demonic eyes. “Got you!” Belzer strangled my neck and tried to kill me with his scaly hands.

No, reaching inside the pentagram was forbidden. What if I poke him with a stick? He can’t just lie there in my tower, can he? I have enough problems on my plate without a dead demon! ** I was in agony. Every bit of my body that was still there was emanating with pain, even my tail. “Demon, are you alive? Demon! Damn you, you’re a rascal, not a demon!” It was clearly a girl’s voice. She seemed young and quite upset. She had a throaty contralto, clear and singsong, like hot chocolate.

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!"

“Bringing Morningstar’s out to play.” Breath became a distant memory as my lungs constricted, grasping for oxygen. The demon reached for me, its hand turning corporeal at the last second. Instead of caressing my face as it typically did, it ran its fingers over the mark on my throat. A strange tingle erupted across my flesh—one that burrowed deep, driving past layers of flesh and muscle. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could hear Ophelia shouting, but the demons rumbling voice blotted it out. I tried to jerk awake—to pull myself from this hell, but I was nothing more than a puppet with its strings cut.

The Slayer was right, I'm only an eighteen-year-old girl and I can't compete with the most ancient enemy. Before my eyes began to darken. You are too young to understand. - the former fun disappeared, even the voice betrayed Kasia's emotions. It's getting harder to breathe, but I don't want to fight. Only from one thought that let Mark down and he will have to confess, all desire to resist the demon disappears. But suddenly, oxygen began to flow into the lungs. The fingers of the ancient unclenched, her feet touched the ground. She opened her eyes. The beast was still in front of me. Kasius carefully peered into the face, not taking his wild eyes off.

I can't imagine what those rascals will be doing to people now. I got home and found it difficult to sleep because of what I was thinking. After an hour.. I fell asleep unconsciously. Another location "The beast is not coming to save the people" A demon said as he deep his hand into a human chest, removed her heart and ate it, drinking the blood.

, Isak yelled, the monster looked around where it stood, there were drawings on the floor, like that of triangles born in circles, the monster had seen this before, probably in its past life, and the light consumed it. "Where are we?", the thing spoke, as it eyes peered at the girl before them, she was related to the body which now belonged to them, this was going to be easy, it thought, kill the Wolf and take her necklace, that would make him really proud, wouldn't it, "Yes Demon, it would.", Isak Emma said, as he chuckled at the demon's before him, "I know you.", the Demon said as it shifted back, Adolpha sending him back to the spot, Alec flying to the spot, slashing its torso, the demon