Lightning Breath Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

With a roar, he unleashed a torrent of fire upon the demon, the flames illuminating the alley with a fierce, orange glow. The demon howled In pain, its grotesque form writhing as it tried to shield itself from the scorching flames. Claud didn’t let up, sending bolts of lightning crackling through the air, striking the demon and causing it to convulse. Each hit was precise, the demon’s skin sizzling and smoking under the relentless assault.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

I scream and the light from my sword is then fired towards the sky. “NO!” I heard a piercing scream and we see Demonica standing meters from us with her followers. I drop to the floor feeling so weak so is Lana as her shield disperses. I look at the sky to see the green light from my sword shining brightly as it explodes and the dark mist is gone. We can finally see the bright full moon. “YOU! I will have to kill you first!” Demonica screams that resounded to the whole place.

I call out to her. Lucifer snaps his fingers, and a horde of demons descend. One of Lilith’s demons shapeshifts into large serpents and dives for us, but I manage to push Brille out of the way before I bury my sword in its maw. Another demon with horns and hooves releases a loud squaw and rushes toward me, but I run toward it, tackle it to the ground and sink my sword inside of it.

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.

And as the dust settled, finally, Ilyria saw him. The Lightning Bird, the creature of legends, the one no Idixatian would mention without a small shiver or an anxious glance skywards. They said the Lightning Bird was neither man nor beast—a demon creature. They said those who looked on it were blinded. They said those who looked away would be marked for ruin. Yet what stood before her was only a man, his face not yet carrying the hardened edges that seemed to mark the cruelty of manhood. With his wings lowered, and his hands at his side, he looked gentle, even though the evidence of his power lay scattered still, across the street.

I slashed their throats with my shield; their veins with my saber. Their death cries joined together in a symphony of pain and horror. I reveled in the screams of the dying men, licking the drops of blood as they splattered my face. I fended off thrown daggers with my shield, parried sword blows with my saber and counterattacked. I was destruction incarnate, and I felt happy. I was killing, and the demon blood sang in my veins. Death, death, death to my enemies.

Instead, it looked like a hermit's garment made entirely of blue flame. Flashes of blue lightning were seen enveloping Arya Santanu's body. The blue flame demon armor technique was the second level of the red flame demon armor. "Even if you use that much power, you're still an ordinary farmer who won't even be able to control that power!" Hirayaksa felt big-headed with her ramblings. "Then I can go berserk and go crazy at will, right?" Arya Santanu moved with lightning speed. He had already appeared behind Hirayaksa.