Love Breathing Demon Slayer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

I then hear him once more, even louder this time, “LORELEI, COME TO ME, NOW!” As Yasmine passes out, I am forced to my paws and pulled to the front. I open my eyes, expecting to see the Demon, expecting Yasmine to have finally given in to him. I feel him remove his canines or fangs from my neck and swipe his tongue over the bite. My body shakes as the venom spreads and he lifts his head, moving mine so that I can look into his eyes. Tears fill mine as I see the golden glow of Morpheus’s eyes. I whimper as I whisper,

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.”

she was surprised, as before she knew it, she was choking on her words. She was in the air and her staff fell from her hands as she struggles with her hinged breath, she look towards the throne to see who exactly was choking her, and she saw the demon, his shut eyes now wildly open, the color of his eyes blood red with the darkest smile she had ever seen, the demon with the ram head look so creepy and scary to her with those wicked smile on his face.

(Lyra’s POV) I wake to the sound of Rylan breathing like it hurts. Not loud. Not dramatic. Just… wrong. Each inhale catches, like his lungs have to remember how to work. Each exhale is too slow, too controlled, like he’s rationing air because his body no longer trusts itself to keep going if he doesn’t. The room smells of iron and burned magic.

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.

"Iblis Jabril, you must've heard the saying hell hath no fury than a woman scorned, right? This is for betraying me. Haha!" Cackling manically, Queen Nymrit looked like a devil from the seventh level of hell, as she viciously twisted the dagger in the demon's back. Iblis snarled and tried to yank the dagger out of his back. But as if he had been paralyzed, he couldn't move a limb and sunk to his feet. 'Demon Slayer!' All at once, thousands of needle-sized pricks pierced his organs and stabbed his heart. A sweet taste surged in his throat, and he puked a mouthful of blood.

It felt deliberate and languid at the way he was thrusting, drawing out every inch. I let out a whine as he pulled back but then changed angels, pushing his hips harder. As his thrust hit my spot, I felt my vision getting blurry and unfocused. The familiar clench in my abdomen intensified and my breathing elevated. "Lukas please..." I sniffled, not even realising the tears streaming down my face. His eyes darkened. The Demon King nodded his head as his hand came to rest on my neck, the towering palm almost encompassing around my throat. He let his fingers trail above till they rested on the corner of my lips.

"Like, badly allergic to olives." I whimpered as my throat started to feel like it was closing up, leaving little or no passage for me to breathe. It hurt to swallow my saliva and every breath I tried to take made me feel like I had none left in me. Dean gathered me in his arms, carrying me bridal style, "Don't just stand there! Get the car or call Doctor Styles!" I clutched tightly to him and buried my head in his chest, "Dean, I c-can't breathe."

I couldn’t breath, the weight on my chest was crushing me and my Lycan was howling in pain as well this could only mean one thing: our mates . I could feel everyone rushing around us and see them speaking but all I could hear was my Lycan and my pain . Concentrating on one thing at a time , and right now that was breathing . Once I mustered that i pushed up from the floor , taking a deep breath i didnt even notice no one was talking anymore , just staring at me . Looking down I noticed my aura was surging around me a purple glow as I felt an immense power pumping through me like nothing I had ever felt . No one attempted to approach me as I stood arms wide and closed my eyes .