Love Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

The blade whistled away, its glowing blue blade faded to nonexistence, and the brat crash landed near the crack. He stalked over, his fingers curling, and he eyed the tendrils of hell energy latch onto demon son. It kept the struggling, snarling, white-blonde brat in place and he was pleased to see both fear and exhaustion bleed into the black eyes. A soft sigh left Dean lips and he stretched his whole body; rolled his shoulders and neck, and twisted his wrists and ankles in anticipation.

-Aspen- "Aspen? I looked up to see Skylar looking at me. A smile went onto my face and I engulfed Skylar into a hug, I pressed my lips to hers happy that she was alive again. “I love you so much Skylar.” “I love you too Aspen.” I pressed my lips back onto hers. "You need to complete your transition or you'll die, I'll go get you some human blood." I walked out the room, running towards to find a human, so that I could give her some blood. I know that she wouldn’t want me to kill a human just to give her blood, but for a new-born, the best thing was human blood. I knew turning her into a vampire was going to be hard work, but all I could think about right now was that the love of my life was

Her knees felt weak and she was breathing heavy, feeling complete bliss. Cullen Lee crawled up to Scarlet Heart and they started making out again. Scarlet Heart could taste herself on his lips and tongue. She reached down to caress his penis that was so rock hard it was throbbing. She smirked and said it's my turn now and slid down the bed while Cullen Lee reclined.

I drop his head and his heart to the ground and then watch as they, along with his body, turn to smokey ash as it is finally able to be called back to its master in hell below. I shake the Demons blood from my hands and walk over to where the female is lying on the ground, as I bend down and slide one of my arms under her legs and the other under the back of her shoulders I take a deep breath in and have to hold in a growl at how strong and overwhelming her scent is.

Topher yelled at the demon, determined to keep its attention on him and not me. The demon almost smiled in response, it was so damn fast. It was on me before my eyes could fully blink. It's hand was wrapped around my neck, lifting me up in the air. I could feel the air getting harder to breathe as he strangled me. Topher was by my side in an instant. He pulled at the demon's arm. He couldn't use his shadow, so he was using his muscles instead.

his calming voice whispered in my ear as his hand reached out to touch my back. The feeling subsided a little, but it began to feel like I was drowning. It was a welcome relief, but soon enough, I found it difficult to breathe. I was choking on air, unable to breathe in any oxygen while Damon tried everything he could to get me to breathe normally. "Breathe," he said and I shook my head. If I could breathe, I would have done so, a long time ago, I thought. For the first time, I saw a look of terror plastered on his face. He was scared for my safety and he was basically watching me slip away from him after having just regained me.

“It’s okay. I’m fine. Look at me, Lyra.” I tried. Goddess, I tried. “Breathe,” he murmured, lowering his face to mine, his voice steady despite the blood dripping down his wrist. “Slowly. Like this.” He inhaled deeply, exaggerating each breath so I could follow. In. Out. In. Out. I clung to the rhythm, to the sound of his voice, to the warmth of his hand. My lungs, stubborn at first, finally obeyed. My breaths lengthened. The ringing in my ears faded.

Damon held me tighter. The moonlight twisted, thickened, and stretched until a dark void formed in front of me, silent, deep, and endless. My heartbeat sped up. “Ivy,” Damon whispered shakily. “Look at me.” I turned my head. His eyes were full of fear and love in equal measure. “I’ll feel you through every breath,” he said. “Don’t let go.” “I won’t.” Elara’s voice rose. The void pulsed once. Twice. Then a cold wind rushed out, brushing my skin like fingers.

Holding her to my lap, I clutch her tight and bellow in anguish. “No, Bree. What did you do?” I ask. Her bleeding chest rises and falls with her halting breaths, and her face grows paler. Seeing that I have no choice but to try, I pull out the sword and use my powers in an attempt to heal the wound. But the wound does not heal. Bree takes my hand at that moment and gives me a pained smile. “It’s okay…” she releases a pained groan, “I… I love...you…” she mumbles painfully.

I was stopped by the purpled haired one, Leona as she joined the fight to save her sister. “Not on my watch,” she stated in a mean voice and kept on chanting some spell, which she blasted at me. I soon found myself kneeling on the ground weakly, unable to breathe as all the air was being taken out of me. I was now wheezing and holding my throat as my body started shutting down from lack of air. No matter how much I tried to take in air, it was as if both my nose and mouth were blocked. Both Lydia with her clones and Leiva with her telekinesis stopped and stood to watch. Admiring their sister's power as she chocked me to death with no air.