Love Breathing Demon Slayer Novels & Stories

Yet even as my body begged to surrender, I locked my gaze to his, unflinching. “Demons are bound by their word,” I whispered through the strangled air. “So bind yourself to mine. Take me. Leave him.” The pressure around my throat vanished as abruptly as it had come. I collapsed forward, knees striking the dust-caked floor, coughing so hard my ribs ached. My lungs burned with every gulp of air, like they’d been starved for centuries instead of seconds. I lifted my head, strands of hair clinging to my damp face. The silver-haired figure stood before me, suspicion flickering in those abyssal eyes.

“Breathe. Focus only on me. Can you feel my bond?” She obeyed, drawing in a shuddering breath. The golden thread that tied her to him pulsed warm, steady, like sunlight seeping through her veins. Comfort. Anchor. It pulled at her gently, asking rather than demanding. She nodded. “Yes. It’s… calm. Strong.” “Good,” Damon murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Now, imagine it as a flame in your hands. Hold it carefully. Don’t let it burn out, and don’t let it consume you.”

My limbs were lead weights, unresponsive, disconnected from my brain's desperate commands. I could taste blood, it filled my mouth every time I tried to breathe. My chest burned, each inhale shallow, ragged. The air wouldn't come properly anymore. My lungs felt like they were full of something thick and wet, drowning from the inside. Every breath was a fight I wasn't sure I could win. Lucas's hands were on me, pressing down hard enough that I should've felt pain, but instead there was just pressure.. His voice trembled as he spoke, words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "Stay with me, Damon! You're fine… you're gonna be fine!"

Damon stared at her with wide eyes but nodded. Delilah pressed her palms flat against his leg and her whole body went still again, her breathing slowing to nearly nothing. Her jaw tightened and the tendons in her neck stood out and a bead of sweat rolled from her temple to her jaw as she pulled whatever was poisoning him out through her own hands. Damon's face changed in real time. The grey tension drained out of him, color flooding back into his skin as his grip on the grass loosened and his breathing shifted from shallow gasps to deep steady draws.

She squeezed the silver vial tightly in her hand, her golden wings flaring into existence once more as she lunged headfirst into the dark vertical shaft. ​The wind roared loudly in her ears as she descended. The golden light of her aura cut through the black steam like a lantern. Within ten seconds, she cleared the mouth of the shaft. She burst into the space of the chasm right above the tilted lift platform. ​Damon’s huge form was snarling. His teeth ripped through the throat of a remaining silver-armored rogue wolf that had tried to attack his head. His gold-lined black fur was soaked in blood, his chest plate broken in three places where the obsidian harpoons had driven into his muscle. W

Demons don't breathe, but only for Aphrodite I'm willing to do that mortal thing. Aphrodite was really having a hard time breathing, because this time she took the oxygen from my mouth greedily. I held her hair, then I pulled her body, I stopped our kiss on the lips. Something's not right here, I can feel something else from her breath. "Wait a minute, Sweetie. Because this is going to hurt a little bit for you." I said while pointing my hand to her body. It's poison, I can feel it. Snake Poison.

We run and see another open door, we look inside and it's the same demon with our bodies under him, smiling and waving. "I can't do this," Brittany runs taking her hand away from mine. She runs down and turns a corner in the hallway. I run after her and turn the corner, it's a dead end. I start to breathe rapidly, I can feel the air getting thinner as it gets hard for me to breathe. I turn around to look towards the door, I see the hand of the demon emerge from the room, clenching the wall, pulling itself forward to peak its smiling face at me.

The gusts of wind spun around her, tearing at the edges of the dust cloud, slowing the ram down. It bought us a second or two, just enough for the vortex to diverted his path. Aries veered right, his fiery horns carving a molten trench into the air that evaporated and made it more difficult to see. I tried to stand, but my legs felt like lead. The demon’s mark on my chest was burning, a rhythmic pulsing that synchronized with my heartbeat. It felt like a hot coal was buried under my skin. “You okay?” Pelin panted, dropping her stance as the wind died down.

she pleads. “I’m not angry with you, My Love,” he kisses her forehead, “But never pull away from us.” “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” she whimpers, embarrassed, “I just felt the need to get away.” “My love, it’s that we feel you are rejecting us,” Lorcan’s voice is soft and sweet, looking into her eyes. “No, Never, I wouldn’t!” Imagyn gasps like she has no air in her lungs. He kisses her forehead, telling her to breathe. I take her hand, and Kimarhi rubs her back. Our combined efforts to soothe Imagyn work. She is breathing normally again.

Draven's voice was low and soothing. I was struggling to breathe. My throat was closing up as I neared a panic attack. Lucifer must realize it too because the next moment he had me engulfed in his arms. His icy metallic gaze narrowed in worry. "Breathe, Sarah. Slowly and deeply. That's it. Breathe..." I followed his instructions, letting him control my raging emotions and gradually the choking sensation fades and my breathing evened out. I focused on that, on just breathing normally not thinking about what Draven had adjusted and dropped.