Love Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

I breathe, not a command — a plea. The power flows out of me in a slow burn, tasting of copper and lilies, bright and sorrowful all at once. My vision wavers. The room thins. Mara curses under her breath. Rowan’s boots shift as if he’s bracing for a fall. Hope sighs, soft and unknowing, and the fragile sweetness of the sound anchors me back into myself. Then the air shifts. Damon inhales — deeper this time, the strain easing just enough for my own breath to loosen. His chest rises and falls with a steadiness that wasn’t there before. Relief floods me so abruptly my eyes sting.

I watched the guy who had tried to save me lay still in a pool of his blood and begged the gods to make his chest rise in a breath. Please, please breath Darian's breath fanned my ear. The silence around us was choking the air in my lungs and forced me to hold my breath. Darian's grave voice broke the silence and I released my breath “Look at what you’ve done,” he said coldly. Before I could see the warrior take a breath and prove to myself that he wasn't dead, I felt something blunt against the back of my head and everything went dark with something wet dripping down my back.

Laying down in the arms of love there wasn't be anything better than that, felling loved and contemplating the rocky sky above her head, she felt his breath that was odd because vampires didn't need to breathe she looked at him devouring him with her eyes trying to memorize every little detail he was sleeping, resting soundly, but her moving woke him up. "Hello beautiful!" He said in a low voice. "Do vampires need to breathe?" She uttered curiously. He arched a brow confusion on his face, "no. We don't need to breathe. We only do it to smell things."

I choked out on a sob. He looked at me with a weak, grateful smile. His eyes were clouding over, their brightness fading. "Evelina," he whispered, his own voice shaky and distant. "I...did...my best. I lo-love you and I am so so pr—” he was cut off when a hacking cough overtook him and more blood spilled from his lips. “It’s his lungs!” Elena screamed, slashing her extended claws into a demon as she towered over us. “They’re punctured!”

Hellion called out panicking as she tried to shook his shoulders. “Xegris! Xegris! What are you doing?! Stop! Stop this! I don’t like this!” Hellion sobbed as the Demon just looked at her with his crimson eyes filled with warmth. He slowly stroked her cheeks as the fingertips fade bit by bit. The demon smiled as the every drop of his tears felt like a endless shed of love. “I love you.” The demon choked as he body slowly disappeared in the wind. “At least, remember that after you finally woke up.”

Clary tried to breathe through it but struggled as her breathing became shallower and erratic from the pain. "Dam... Damon," Clary breathed out "It hurts too much. I, I c-can't." "Yes, you can baby, its head is crowning and is almost out ok. That's the first and biggest hurdle and you're nearly over it. Just breathe with me." Damon squeezed his hand around Clary's sweaty, loose grip and demonstrated the long, deep breaths they had been practicing. After a while Clary tried to copy him; her breathing became a little slower and more regular but was still too shallow.

“This feeling…” the lanky Wind Demon clutched his chest as his heartbeat began to rise rapidly. His face which had been neutral all this time, containing little or no emotion, began to flush red as his lips curled into a maniacal smile. “…it’s like those times” the female Wind Demon whose actions had cast Pathfinder into his current predicament was also smiling widely. Her hands were trembling strongly, and her eyes were filled with a strong desire for battle. The bloodlust that she had not shown any sings of having, suddenly bulged out and covered her entire frame like a blanket, causing a few Wind Demons that were around her to grow stiff in fear.

He said softly but she was already going into a panic attack as her breathing laboured and she had to force her lungs to take in much needed oxygen. Damon took a step back, hoping she would calm down but she only rubbed her chest with her palm in order to ease herself but nothing helped. "Breath Riley." Damon said as cupped the side of her face but it wasn't working as slowly she went into darkness; her forever companion. She groaned and stirred in her sleep as she slowly opened her eyes and blinked several times to adjust her sight.

I pressed harder, let my cock slide between the folds and the fabric, rolling my balls in rhythm, and moaned into the pillow as he continued pushing scenes into me. “Good,” he said, almost approving, almost amused. “Every twitch, every moan, every desperate thought—you’re letting me see all of it.” I came hard, so hard it shook through my body, hips bucking, fingers tight, and finally, finally, the images slowed, the pressure left my skull. The demon’s presence loosened, coiling out of me, and for the first time all day, all week maybe, I could breathe without being crushed from the inside.

“Cant. Breathe.” “Put her down, Mia,” Loki says. “Flat on her back.” “What’s wrong with her?” Tank asks and Loki looks closer at her, looking at Kane with wide eyes. I don’t know what this is, but it’s bad… “Shelby!” Tank gasps, his voice breaking. “It’s her lung,” Loki says, his tone serious. “I think it may have been crushed.” “See if you can feel a bubble,” Veronica says, startling all of us. “Check under her ribs.”