Love Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

KAIRA ‘I love you.’ Dearon's voice swirled inside my head, tugging a golden thread within me. ‘Don't give up,’ he commended. I didn't want to, but the pain was too intense. My chest tightened, and a voice within me whispered that it was almost over. I was about to die. The demonic power slipped through my skin, sneaking into my veins, entering my blood. It burned worse than any poison I had ever felt. A quiet whimper slid free, and Dahak responded with a chuckle. He loomed over me like a giant spider watching the fly caught in the web. I closed my eyes, struggling to break free.

MICHAELA'S POV The world tilts all around me. My breath catches. I forget to inhale. The air seems too thin all at once. And when I finally do try, every breath feels unsteady afterward. He's kissing me. Like hatred and hunger are the same thing. My heart is hammering against my ribs as though it wants to tear away from my chest. I'm not sure that it isn't trying to. And Damon isn't stopping. This time, he isn't stopping.

“That’s not the same thing!” The air shifted slightly. Not violently. But enough. The connection pulsed again—reacting to her emotions. Damon noticed. His voice lowered. “Careful.” Lyra stilled. Because she felt it too. That edge. That thin line between control— And something else. Her breathing slowed deliberately. Forcing herself to settle. “…I hate this,” she muttered. Damon didn’t respond to that. Because there wasn’t anything to say. She looked down at her wrist again.

It gives me something to focus on other than the filth I'm willingly pulling into my own body. I breathe it into me... Or more like my demon pulls it from her body, and when I start to feel her move beneath me, I pull back and exhale, the poison being cleansed inside my body and I see the poison eject into clear smoke. I growl into the air as I watch the poison dissipate into the sky. I didn't know I'd be so exhausted, but I don't regret it at all. I sigh in relief knowing she'll be good now.

“You look the same.” “You need glasses,” Lizzy chuckled. “Can you get up yet?” “I don’t know what happened,” Chloe said, apologetically. “I usually have such a strong constitution. This is the second time I’ve gone down.” Her voice sounded wistful and sad when she added, “Only, this time there was no one to catch me.” “I heard them talking about the fact that you have vampire venom in your veins,” Lizzy said. “The bastards don’t know I can understand them.”

"You've pulled enough to clear her main artery! Let the moonrise herbalists flush the rest with water!" "It's not enough!" I rasp, my voice sounding like broken glass. I lean down again, pressing my mouth to Sloane's wrist, pulling one last heavy, desperate draft of the dark blood from her core. The heat in my chest explodes into a blinding white pain. My lungs lock up completely. I spit the second mouthful into the fire, tumbling backward onto the floor, my hands clutching my own chest as I gasp for oxygen that won't enter. "Roan!" Del yells, leaning over me.

He stalked stealthily closer to his sleeping wife, eyes staring intensely at her unconscious form. He blew on her and her brows scrunched cutely. He lifted a hand, lightly cascading his fingers through her scarlet crown. His wife might not have noticed it but he didn’t need to breathe. That was also why he had no issue swimming in the lake that day. His Lycan breathed, his demon didn’t. He drew his face close to her and breathed in her hypnotizing scent. She began to stir, before blinking blearily at him. “Laylin,” He whispered, leaning closer as he bent further down to her level, letting the name flow in a whisper over her cheeks.

My chest feels heavy, and this feeling makes breathing a chore for me. All of a sudden, his hands grab my head, and he puts his lips to mine and breathes down my mouth, only stopping to inhale and then do it again. This helps me start to breathe again, and when everything becomes steady again, he picks me up and moves me to his bed. "Gemma? Are you listening?" I nod weakly, still struggling to breathe even though it feels easier than before. "You're going to be fine. I think you have bled all of his venom out. Your wound has stopped bleeding..."

He stared at him angrily before pushing him away with their sword still clashing to each other. When the demon retreated, he released poisonous smoke which made Xurden cover his nose so he wouldn’t inhale it. While he was in that position, the demon rushed at him. The demon struck the sword at him and he retreated to get away. After that, the demon quickly moved and hid behind the poisonous smoke while laughing. The thickness of the smoke remained as the wind stopped blowing. If he stayed inside the thick smoke for too long, he won’t be able to stop his breathing. He looked for a way to avoid that suffering. As the demon approached him again, he jumped high. The demon tailed behind him, not

He dragged his fingers through her hair, pinning her head back as he tried to see her face. Her face was turning red from lack of oxygen. “For fuck’s sake, Lola, you need to breathe!” “Should I not have told her? Whoops!” Ash laughed, walking to the table. “Look at me. You’re okay. You’re not dying. You can breathe. Feel the air, Lola.” He moved her hair away and lifted her face. “Feel the air going in your nose, down your windpipe, and feel your lungs expanding. Don’t think about anything other than the next step of the next breath.”